LOSING ALL SHREDS OF DECENCY NEAR SUE BIERMAN PARK
Once Upon a Fairytale (Chapter II)
The aftermath of a blind date ~Sparks are flying~Hand in hand Liz and Eric begin their journey of getting to know one another as they take the walk down Pier 7 amongst the beautiful sites
Background
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons/and or events is purely coincidental — The Main Character — and narrator — Elizabeth Snow (AKA Liz), is a shy 27 year old living in San Francisco…
It Started With A Whisper
Taking his hand, I whisper, “Lead the way”…
Stepping out of La Mar Cebicheria Peruana with Eric I have butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I’m 27 years old and until now I haven’t met anyone that has brought any feeling remotely close to what I’m feeling for Eric in a few short ours. He has a way of making me feel emotions that I have never felt. Things I thought were not on the table for me — not possible.
“Someone walk over your grave”? Eric interrupts my thoughts.
“Earth to Liz” Eric spoke again.
“Huh”? I jumped not realizing I had spaced out. Jolted back to the present. Lost in a moment I had unknowingly cringed outward. I was thinking about my first relationship that ended with my first sexual encounter. Where in the blazes had that come from? That was one of my most cringed memories that I thought was buried and locked away forever.
A Moment Lost In Time
Mark Taylor was my high school boyfriend. All my girlfriends had boyfriends and in retrospect I had mine. I never did feel about Mark the way my girls gushed about their boyfriends. Looking back now I know I was with him just to fit in. Be a part of the group. We all did everything together. It was expected.
From The Mouth Of Babes
There were no back doors with Grace. She laid it all out there. Never a care for what anyone would think of her. She was the one high school friend that myself and Stacy looked up too. Admired and wanted to be her. Looking back now I wonder what the hell was wrong with us.
“Just wait until he sticks his tongue down your throat”…
“Pretend your licking a bubblegum lollipop”…
“Don’t worry, it only hurts at first”…
It was with her wise words of wisdom that I decided to lose my virginity to Mark. It was prom weekend and we had all pitched in and paid for a cottage in Napa Valley. Grace’s then 21 year old boyfriend did the booking and supplied us with liquid courage.
Many lies to our parents later all 6 of us headed out on our ‘girl retreat’ to wind down the end of school. If my parents had known the truth I would still be grounded.
We were only at the cottage minutes when Grace and Dave left us for some ‘alone time’. Shortly after all the awkward, anxious and nervous looks Stacy and Milo headed to their room…
Then There Were Two
Well there wasn’t much else to do at this point but face the music. With a whole bunch of prep talk in my head me I let Mark lead me to the last room available. Thank God for Alcohol!
It was all awkward and cringe worthy from the start. I wasn’t into it but knew that there was no turning back at this point. After 5 minutes of Mark trying to figure out a condom it was game time.
I don’t know really what I was expecting but all I got was a whole lot of pain as he tried to “gently” penetrate me for the first 10 minutes. Then the grunting and sweating all over me that ended with him flopping his body on mine.
There were no orgasms or explosions that you heard others talk about. My body didn’t feel like jelly as Grace said it would. I just felt sore and seeing the blood on the sheets when I went to the bathroom made my stomach hurl. I will never forget the look of satisfaction on Mark’s face as I looked at him with nothing but disgust.
It wasn’t long after that I broke it off with him. He tried several times after to get back in my pants but every time it did all I wanted to do was throw myself off a bridge. For awhile I thought I wasn’t into boys but looking at girls did nothing for me either.
Back To Reality
“My apologies Eric I was on a different planet for a minute”…
“You have my undivided attention for the rest of the night” I said while thinking he could have my attention for much longer then a evening.
“Look across the bay right there. That’s Treasure Island” I said pointing my finger in its direction. This all feels so natural and I remind myself that Eric was here for a job interview and not from here. Feeling giddy knowing I have his full attention I try and get all my fact checks straight in my head. Wouldn’t want to come across as a airhead.
Taking a left on Washington Street we walk past the Sue Bierman Park (also known as Ferry Park). I tell him a little about the woman the park was named after. Sue Bierman was a civic leader who served the people of San Francisco from the 1960’s until her death in 2006.
After making that observation I point back at the Fairy Building.
“There’s a great Farmer’s Market located there know as the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market”. “It has nothing but the best produce and artisanal foods from local farmers”
“You going to cook me something fancy for dinner tomorrow”? Eric asked. Was reading too much into his innuendos? Blushing I blurted out “Depends on what you mean by fancy. I tend to get dirty when I cook”. I couldn’t help but flutter my eyelashes at him. What the hell was up with me. Where was Liz and who is this imposter?
“You are driving me insane” was all I heard when he turned me and grasped my head in his hands turning my face towards him…
That Was When He Kissed Her
His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth as I licked my dry lips. Tilting my head up he groaned as he put his lips on mine. I was surprised at how soft his lips felt as he dipped his tongue inside me, tasting me in long, soft licks. His kiss was gentle with just the right touch of aggression to make me want more.
I barely registered dropping my purse so I could run my hands through his hair. He growled, deepening the kiss stoking my tongue with his. I felt the beating of his heart against mine when a car horn brought me back to earth.
With people walking around us giving us a wide berth I became fully aware that I was pressed full against his body. Like a deer in headlights. I scrambled to grab my purse of the ground and checked to make sure my clothes were straight and smoothed my hair back in place.
“Wow”… was the only word I could mutter trying to regain my composure. What in the hell was that? Don’t get me wrong it was good. More then good it like taking that first sip of ice cold water after being lost in the Sahara Dessert for several days.
“Still wanna go to The Saloon” Eric asked as we started waking again after regaining his composure. Keeping my grin to myself as he ‘fixes’ himself thinking he can hide his excitement by pulling down his jacket. Judging by what I could see it was hard to keep my thoughts clean.
“Down boy”… I spoke teasingly. While I know his offer was a easily acceptable one I wasn’t ready to give it up that easy. This night was turning out to be beyond my wildest expectations. Who knows what could happen after a few drinks.
Taking his hand in mine again I lead him in the direction of ‘The Saloon’ making small talk.
“If you look down there you will see a favourite spot of mine and Francine”. Pointing towards ‘Tommaso’s Ristorante Italiano’. “It’s been around for over 70 years and they have the best pizzas”.
“Pizza is one of my food groups” he said chuckling.
“We can come here tomorrow lunch when we pick up fresh vegetables at the ‘Ferry Farmers Market’ for you too make dinner for me”…
Hold up a minute. Did I agree to make him dinner tomorrow? I suck at cooking. Going into panic mode I try to think of something witty to say and coming across as corny.
“I think I said I was a dirty cook and not that I was going to cook”. Not knowing what else to say . Reading Stephen King all the time don’t help in these situations. Saying “you should see what I can do with a knife in a kitchen with you all alone” would have him running for the hills. I chuckle to myself at that one.
“It’s okay baby you can cook dirty as long as I get to clean you up”…
Dam how can he come back like that so quick and once again I’m left catching flies in my gaping mouth again.
I look up and thank God that we are in from of ‘The Saloon’ and the line up is not that long. Seriously I don’t know which way to go. Do I play along and jump his bones to get it over with or play it out and see where it leads. I don’t want to come across as easy and just looking for a good time. But am I? Am I only looking for a good time?
The Debate
Once inside the doors I excuse myself to go to the ladies room needing a minute to relieve myself and have a one on one talk with myself.
Looking in the mirror as I wash my hands the inner battle begins…
“You have know this guy for a total of what, three hours but everything has to start somewhere”
“You know nothing about him but he is Francine’s cousin and you trust her with your life”
“You may never see him again but dam he can kiss”
“You have never had a one night stand”…
Answering myself, “there’s a first time for everything”, I head back out to see where the night goes. Telling myself “Great Talk”
He Drinks Tequila…
Walking out to sit with Eric at the bar I can’t help but sway to the music. The bartender puts 2 Bud Lights in front of us and 2 shots of Tequila.
“Um, Eric if you want me to last tonight then Tequila is not a good choice for me”. “You will have to carry me home in a hour”.
I am trying to be brutally honest. I am a lightweight. Besides a glass of wine here and there I have never been a big drinker and never a shot person. He of course is smooth and handles it like a pro.
“Who said one was for you” he asked tipping them back one after the other sucking on a lemon. I start laughing when he tries to stifle a gag. I give him points for not forcing it on me trying to get me drunk and try take advantage of the situation.
All You Wanna Do Is Dance
Two beers in and feeling all loosey goosey I let my inner deity take over and push my sub conscience way down. I know tomorrow she will come back with a vengeance.
“Enough small talk about our likes”. “Let’s dance” I propose. Wanting to get close enough to feel the heat of his body on mine.
Wanting the opportunity to feel his arms round me. Wanting to feel his lips close to mine.
Spinning me around he drew me to his body. His smell was intoxicating. Inviting me in. Drawing in closer I feel his warm breath on my neck. The music is a lull in the background. I am only aware of the sound of his breathing and the beat of his heart.
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol talking but the closer his mouth gets to my ear the less aware I am of the world around me. I grab his head and devour his lips with mine. Stroking and sucking his tongue at the same time I feel the electricity flow between us as I hold nothing back.
“You’re undoing me”. “Let’s get out of here”….
The lust in Eric’s eyes did the rest of the speaking. Grabbing our jackets and heading outside to hail a cab the fresh air hits me and my subconscious creeps her unwanted ass in…
“If you sleep with him you know that’s it right? You know there’s more to this guy are you going to blow it by giving it up? He’s going to think you easy and you will regret it in the morning…”
Trying to push that bitch down for the night I let my alter ego in bitch slap her. “Go have some fun girl. Have your cake and eat it too!”
The cab pulls up and I give the driver my address. With Eric nibbling on my ear as we get closer to my home I’m conflicted. I wonder which ego will win tonight. Do I give in and let it all go? Have a night to remember with the possibility of nothing more or do I hold out and see what the future brings?
Stay turned for Chapter 3 to see if Liz gives it all up or if she holds out for something more with Eric?
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