Unsung Heroes

Ch. 5 whiskey and churches
I spent about an hour trying to figure out my clothes. I decided on ripped purple skinnies (I swear I don't have an obsession with purple) a black KISS shirt, my leather jacket, my black, heeled, lace up leather boots, a gold-colored bracelet shapes like a giant nail that curled around my wrist, and a black guitar pick necklace. I put new gel in my hair and then vainly tried to cover my bruises with foundation and thick black eyeliner and black lipstick. I don't know why I was trying to impress Ashley. Honestly I was surprised he even noticed me. He likes playboy types - giant tits and blonde hair. I was about as far from that as you can get. A -- I'm not blonde. I'm naturally dark brown, and my skin is dark. I have abs from working out, but a giant ass and my tits... Okay maybe that's it cause those are pretty big. I sighed and grabbed my bag (leaving my bike, it's a short walk) and walking out of the apartment, locking it and jogging down the stairs to the front door, nearly running into Mrs. Greenley, this old bat who lived below me and was more obsessed with plants and cats and birds than was considered normal, even for the average crazy cat lady. "Evening, Mrs. Greenley," i said squeezing by her. "Evening, graham," came her wheezing reply. She's been calling me by my middle name since the dawn of time, mainly cause she thought it was funny. I ran out the door and down the street in the direction of the bar. I sent a quick text to Ashley to let him know I was on my way and all he sent back was ":D" When I reached the bar I could see that it was lit and rock music was coming through the thick windows. I slid inside and I could feel the eyes of people turning to me. star motherfuckers, I DARE you. "Indy!" I turned to the bar to see Ashley leaning against it, a beer in one hand, waving in my direction. Grinning, i sauntered over to him. "Hey," i said. "Hey, yourself" he said smirking. He was wearing his Aviators (even though it's kinda dark in here) and he switched his wife beater for a black button up with the sleeves rolle to his elbows. "What's your poison," I laughed internally at the repetition of his statement. "Tequila," I said. Ashley waved the bartender over and ordered my shots (4) and passed the guy a twenty. I downed one quickly and winced slightly as it burned my tongue and then went to my head. Ashley raised an eyebrow and then took a sip from his beer. "You planning on partying tonight?" I shrugged. "I just need to get drunk, possibly get laid, and forget today ever happened." Ashley seemed to notice the bruises on my face then. "You look like you put up quite the fight." I smirked. "You should see the other bitch." Ashley laughed loudly and then stole one of my shots and downed it. "Hey!" "What? I bought you four shots, it's taxes!" Screw you Ashley. I downed the second shot, winced, and then the third. I can hold my liquor pretty well, but I had to shake my head a bit to see Ashley clearly. I looked around the bar, taking it in while Ashley checked his phone for something. "So," Ashley said suddenly. "Tell me about yourself." I shrugged. "Not much to know." Ashley snorted. "I beg to differ." "What do you wanna know?" He pursued his lips and studied my face. "That accent is sex. I could listen to you talk all day; where's it from again?" I smirked. "Brazil," I said, rolling the R. "Were you born there?" "No, I was born here. My parents came from Rio, but died in a car accident when I was six, and lived with my grandparents in Rio until I was 16 and emancipated myself and moved back here for school and shit. My accent's because Portuguese it technically my first language." Ashley's face softened. "You lost your parents too, huh?" He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. I nodded. "Yup. Unlike you though, I haven't spoken to my grandparents since I was 20. Before that we just argued all the time cause they're horrible prejudiced people who think I should look like a girly girl and wear dresses and shit and have long hair and no tats." Ashley grimaced. "That sucks, I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Whatever, I don't care." "What about the ass who cheated on you?" I raised an eyebrow. "I saw him leaving my apartment after work. He got wise and moved out." Ashley picked my hand up from the counter. "For what it's worth, I would never do that to you." I blinked at him. "Are you trying to imply something here?" He grinned cheekily at me. "Maybe. Maybe not." He waved the bartender back over and ordered 4 more shots, but this time with vodka. He raised one as i did. "To..." He tried to find a toast but seemed to be lost. "Music!" I announced. "For being the one thing that won't cheat on you, and will ALWAYS be your friend and lover!" Ashley grinned. "To music!" We downed the shots at the same time. I didn't get back to my apartment until after one in the morning, and I wasn't alone. My arm was slung over Ashley's shoulder, even though he was just as drunk as I was. I was a giggling mess, trying to find beer in my fridge while Ashley fell onto my couch. "I c-can't ffind nnno ff-ff-fucking booooze" i slurred. Stumbling over the couch and nearly falling into Ashley, who sort of moved out of the way and propped himself on the back of the couch. "Awwww" Ashley groaned. I giggled and climbed onto his lap. Why did I climb into his lap? "You know stomthhhibg?" I whispered into his face. He grinned. "What?" "I'mm... I'm GLAD that... That i nnever have to shee that assshole again!" I threw my arms up and nearly fell off his lap. Ashley laughed shakily and gripped my shoulders to keep me from falling, but I ended up falling on the couch with him over me. He stared down at me... And the breathe in my lungs got stuck as I stated up at him. Suddenly he was leaning into my and pressing his lips to mine. Thank god all my lipstick got wiped off earlier with all my... How many shots did I have? I didn't care. I gripped his hair at the back of his head and spread my legs so he could settle between them, and he slip a hand to my head and down to my waist and he rubbed my hipbone. My mouth opened and his tongue slid in. He tasted like vodka and strawberries. I pushed myself up to force my jacket off, with which Ashley was more than happy to help me with. He started to unbutton his shirt, but he was so hammered that his fingers kept missing the buttons, so I just gripped the sides and yanked, tearing the buttons off. His chest and OUTLAW tattoo were exposed and I groaned. He pulled it the rest of the way off. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up over my head. He pushed me back down and mouthed my breasts through my black lace bra. I moaned and arched my hips into his groin, and I could feel his growing hardness in his jeans. He reached under me and undid my bra and pulled it off my shoulders and off my body, throwing it where the rest of our clothes were. He ;eaned forward and latched his mouth onto my left nipple and started to pinch and twist my other one with his hand, making me arch away from him and cry out, tugging at his hair. Reaching down, I grabbed the button and fly of his pants, undoing them and struggling to get his pants off without much success. He chuckled against my boobs and sat up to pull his boots and pants off so he was just in his black briefs. He yanked my boots off and then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off. He laid back over me, kissing me and massaging and pinching my nipples. I moaned and gripped his shoulders, clawing at them. He reached down to tease me through my underwear, the heat between my legs almost painful at this point. I arched into him. "Ashley, please stop teasing me and just take them off." I begged. He looked me in the eye. "Where's your bedroom?" I gestured in its general direction, and then squeaked when he picked me up with my legs around his waist and he stumbled over to my room and threw me into the bed. He pulled his underwear off (Oh dear lord he's big) and crawled on top of me. He pulled my lace panties down by the thin straps, revealing me in all of my naked glory. I blushed and looked away. "My god, you're beautiful," I heard him say. I turned my head to see he was staring down at me, my legs on either side of his thighs. I kept my hair shaved pretty much clean. I had virtually nothing on my pussy. Which seemed to make Ashley happy as he crawled over me to kiss me as he massaged and fondled my clit, making me gasp into his mouth. "Condom?" I gasped out. "One sec" for a split second, he was gone, and then back and I could hear the tearing of a wrapper. He crawled over me and grabbed my hands and gripped tightly. "Are you ready? We can stop if you don't want." Most of what he said was garbled, but I could still understand him. I sighed and nodded. A sudden pain, and then he was inside me. I gasped in pain and then gripped his hands. He kissed and mouthed my neck to distract me as he began to slowly move inside me. I gasped with every inward thrust until it turned into moans as he hit something inside that made me see stars. Jesus fuck, if I knew sex was this good, I would have done it YEARS ago! I don't know how long we lasted, but before I knew it, I was screaming his name as I came around him, and he spilled into the condom, moaning into my ear. He pulled out and then removed the condom, tying it off and throwing it into the trash. He pulled me into his arms, my head on his chest, and I fell into a deep, drunken sleep.

Notes

I am having trouble posting from where I am because I'm visiting family in Oregon right now :) I will try and post as soon as I can but until then, ENJOY! (It's the first time I've written anything of this nature, so be nice)