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Cody just wanted this day to end. She's been having trouble finishing an essay her ethics teacher decided would be worth half of their grade. Not that ethics are complicated to Cody, sometimes some things are so clear she has trouble turning them into a problematic she can solve and explain what's wrong. The only thing Cody wants right now other than a very long nap is a drink, or maybe a woman's warm bosom. But Cody has no energy to try and find some lonely woman on a dating app and there's a bar just around the corner.
When she enters the place, she's glad it's not stinky. Sure, the countertop at the bar sticks a little to her hands but soon she'll be two-drinks in and that won't bother her anymore. "Pal," she calls for the bartender. "Whiskey, please, on the rocks." The man shoots her a quizzical look.
"ID."
"I'm 23."
He huffs. "ID, lady, or security can escort you out."
So she reaches for her wallet, her eyebrows annoyingly creased on her forehead, and hands the guy her ID. He gives it a double check before handing it back to her and turning to get her whiskey. The tries to tap her fingers at the counter but the sticky is getting to her so she just lays her hands on her lap, turning left and right on the barstool.
The man hands her her drink and she gives it a sip as she starts to look around the place, it's not that empty for a Wednesday night. Many kids from her college also have drinks here now and then but tonight it seems to be adults from the town who are sick of their 9-to-5.
There's a couple of couples dancing, middle aged men and women swaying to some old country song coming out of the radios. It's then when Cody sees her. A woman sitting a alone at the end of the bar, alone of one of the booths. A very, very beautiful woman.
Cody's drink stays up midair, Cody's motion to take another sip frozen in time as her mouth hangs at the sight of the striking woman. Dear heavens. The woman turns her head and meets Cody's gaze, who immediately turns around to face the bar, downing the rest of the drink.
What the fuck was that, what the fuck was that. Cody keeps thinking. She must've stared for too long, not subtle at all, and the woman noticed her. Not that she was thinking of coming up to her, a woman like that? Never in a million years, but Cody's previous lack of energy seems to have been powered up tenfold by the sight of that greek goddess.
Cody is taking deep, thoughtful breaths to try and steady her gay, panicky heart when another whiskey shows up in her line of vision. She looks up at the bartender, ready to argue she didn't order another - she probably shouldn't consume any more alcohol right now - but the man beats her to it and nods toward the back of the bar. "A gift." He says, Cody follows his motion to find... the greek goddess. Cody doesn't know if the warmth on her cheeks is embarrassment, the alcohol or pure lust.
She takes the cup, tilting it towards the woman with a smile. She smiles too, tilting her own glass before beckoning Cody with a single finger.
Cody doesn't move. She starts thinking she must be hallucinating, then the woman cocks one perfectly maintained eyebrow and Cody is out of that stool as if her pants were on fire.
She walks to the booth, her steps slower as she gets closer, still afraid of the possibility of hallucination - maybe the bartender put something on her drink?. "Hey," she says, and thank God her voice comes out steady.
"Hi." The woman says. Cody almost folds on the spot at the sound of her low register.
Cody slides in across from her and from here... God, this definitely isn't real. The woman's hair is a deep shade of red, long and wavy, her eyebrows are darker and neatly arched. Her eyes brown and deep, eating Cody up piece by piece. Her nose, Cody notices when the woman turns to the side at the sound of the bell on the door, has the most beautiful curves she's even seen - Cody shuts off the thoughts of wanting to lick it. Her mouth... perfectly plump and so kissable, also painted a gorgeous shade of red. She's wearing a tight fitting blouse and her manicured nails twirl the olive around inside her glass.
Cody feels severely under dressed in her ripped jeans and adidas shirt, even though this joint is not classy at all.
The woman sizes her up, Cody feels the goosebumps erupting from the small of her spine. "Come here often?" Cody does not register the sound of her own voice speaking such cheesy words.
Luckily, the woman chuckles. "Thankfully no, I don't."
Cody nods along, taking a sip of her drink.
"Bourbon?" She asks, pointing to Cody's drink.
"Whiskey. No idea which."
Cody doesn't understand the smirk on the woman's lips. "Well, all bourbon is whiskey but not all whiskey is bourbon, sweet girl."
Her cheeks catch fire again, embarrassment now, she's sure. And maybe a hit of whatever it is the petname ignited inside of her.
"Can I?" The woman lays out her hand for Cody, who definitely does not know what she means, and she points at the drink.
"Oh, yeah, sure." Cody hands her the cup and watches as she takes a slow sip. The age lines are evident now that Cody's eyes won't leave her face. She's not young. Cody presses her thighs together.
The woman tsks and hands Cody the cuo back, a faint lipstick mark on the glass. "Whiskey, cheap." She says, Cody chuckles.
"Well, got the job done." She says, tilting the cup on a semi toast.
"Are you old enough to be drinking, darling?" The woman's eyes are inquisitive and Cody thinks her cheeks never again stoped burning.
Cody nods.
"Do you want to see my ID too?"
The woman brings her own drink to her lips, hiding a smile behind it. She sets the glass down and stands up, now Cody can see the high-waisted tailored slacks she's wearing. The sinch at her waist making her look even more delicious. She looks at Cody and asks before she walks past her:
"Would you like to meet me in the bathroom?"
It takes Cody a second to assimilate that. She looks back, finding the woman enter the bathroom without looking back and quickly gulps down the rest of her drink.
The door flies open and the first thing Cody sees is the woman, her back against the opposite wall. "Lock the door."
Heat spreads across Cody's body and she does as she's told, turning around to twist the lock then turning around to find the woman so very close to her. Cody takes a step back, hitting her back against the door.
"Don't run now, pretty girl. I thought you wanted this." She says, running her fingers on Cody's cheek, cupping her chin.
"I do." She whispers, kind of out of breath.
"Good." Cody thinks she's going crazy when the woman basically purrs agaisnt her before claiming her lips.
Cody's hands fly to hold the woman's waist, opening her lips to deepen the kiss, she tastes vodka on her tongue. It seems she's in a hurry, shimmying her leg between Cody's and pressing her thigh to where Cody wants it most - Cody doesn't mind the rush one bit, by the way.
She breaks up the kiss to kiss Cody's neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses to her skin. "What..." Cody pants. "What's your name?" The woman leans back to stare at her, one eyebrow quirked as if to ask 'are you really asking me this now?'
She scoffs, then says. "Abby." Cody nods along. "Yours?"
"Cody."
"Okay, Cody. Let's keep going, yeah?"
Cody doesn't even have time to nod again before the woman dives in to kiss her neck again. Abby's thigh presses against Cody's cunt, the damp fabric of her panties clinging to her. Cody's hands move up the tantalizing offending blouse Abby wore, not holding back one bit before grabbing her tits. Cody moans, audibly.
Abby chuckles agaisnt her skin. "What a lucky find I came upon tonight, huh." She leans back, hands moving down to hold Cody's hips, forcing her to ride her thigh.
"Fuck!" She exclaims, squeezing Abby's tits harder.
"No, no, don't rip my shirt." Abby's hands leave Cody's hips but Cody does not stop grinding. She watched with hooded, lust-filled eyes as Abby unbuttons her blouse. "Alright, there you go." And Cody dives right in at the sight of supple flesh held up by the lacy purple bra.
She kisses the top of a mound, hands cupping them and revelling in the warmth. Abby's hand comes back to her hips, helping Cody with the movement as she starts sucking on her skin, too horny-dumb to chastise herself and not leave accidental hickeys. But Abby moans at the attention on her tits. "That's it, pretty girl, ride my thigh."
Then a phone starts ringing. Neither of them stop, though. Cody manages to pull down one side of Abby's bra, bringing a nipple to her hungry lips.
The phone rings again. "Fucking hell." Abby mutters and begrudgingly pulls Cody off of her, removing her thigh from between her legs. She reaches for the cellphone on her back pocket and groans at the caller before answering "Hello?" With her other hand she adjusts her bra, covering her breast.
Cody is defeated and needy, thighs pressed together, back against the door, watching Abby's expressions.
"Yes, I know! Jesus Christ, I'm on my way." She hangs up and takes a deep breath before looking at Cody, cooing at the pout on her lips. "Don't be like that." She says, index fingers flicking Cody's bottom lip. "I have to go." Cody whines, watching Abby button up her blouse "I also wish I didn't have to, sweet girl." She kisses the corner of Cody's lip. "Be good. Don't drink anymore and go home, okay?"
She unlocks the door and leaves, leaving Cody alone, intoxicated and incredibly horny. It would be a long night between her and a vibrator.
When Cody wakes up the next day she promises to never drink again. When she arrived at her dorm the previous night she launched herself in her bed, stuck her hand inside her pants and touched herself until she came, then again, then she fell asleep. No water, no shower, just completely horny and stupid. Disgusting.
So when she wakes up she throws herself out of the bed, crawling to her minifridge for some water and luckily finds some painkillers laying around. She thinks back to last night. The woman, her voice, her hair brushing Cody's face when they kissed, her tits so warm on Cody's hands and mouth. She needs a shower, a very cold one.
The walk to class is torturous. Cody has to walk across the lawn and the sunlight is only aiding her headache. Her phone rings in her pocket, the takes it to check.
adri: cordelia harding if you dont answer your phone right now
ew dont call me that: cody
adri: where were you last night
bar: cody
was making out with the hottest woman but she had to leave: cody
adri: another milf?
stop saying thattt: cody
adri: whatever
adri: hurry up class is starting
So Cody jogs to the classroom, which only worsens the headache.
When she reaches the class she hurries inside it and sit on her usual spot next to Adri. Only then she realizes the student are lowly talking and, instead of their usual boring teacher, their counselor is standing at the front of the room, quiet.
"What's going on?" She asks Adri.
"We have a new teacher."
"What happened to Mr. Turner?"
Adri shrugs her shoulder. "Heard he quit, moved last minute to California."
"Ah, there she is." Their turn at the counselor's voice and watch as he walks toward the door. "Students, please welcome your new Creative Writing professor, Abigail Lawson."
Then the door opens and walks in the most beautiful woman Cody has even seen, with her dark red hair and high-waisted tailored pants. The woman from the previous night, who made Cody ride her thigh on a bar bathroom and has the softest tits in the world. The woman Cody thought about as she endlessly touched herself. Her new professor. Abby.