Chapter Nineteen: Naomi:

-Naomi-

I’m not a lesbian. It’s just most of the people I am attracted to are girls.

I was out with Art, Joseph, and Mosh at another bar looking for *******. By now it was about to be three o’clock. She would be walking down the aisle by now. I looked around at the small number of people coming through the red door. Mostly dudes walked into the bar. I sneered as they walked by.

“How long do we have to be here?” I asked.

“Until ******* shows up, I guess,” Joseph said.

I put my hands on my hips. “And when will that happen?”

Joe kind of looked away, mumbling. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said softly. I pressed my hand to my forehead. Figures. This is rather pointless. That slut is probably long gone by now. Like most of everyone else, I didn’t want to go to the wedding. My Saturday had only sleeping in and video games on the agenda. Amber just had to drag me along for this stupid wedding.

“But they are so romantic,” she tried to reason with me. I don’t believe in weddings and fluff. It’s all just a waste of money and time. Romance is dead. Why do we as human beings hang onto love so desperately? It’s just going to end in sadness and heartbreak. I know because I had one too many heartbreaks and rejects. I think we are just better off alo--…

I happened to turn my head when I heard the door open. A man and his girlfriend walked through. My cheeks flushed red as I laid eyes on the woman. I thought an angel had come down to earth and possessed her. This lady and her boyfriend took a seat at the bar a few stool down from us. While the boys descended into chatter, my eyes stayed glued to that woman.

The dimly red lights looked great on her pale, smooth skin. She looked so happy as she chatted with her boyfriend. However, my eyes kept moving downwards on such a beauty. First, I started with her eyes. I don’t think I have even seen a pair so blue before in my life. If felt like she was pulling me in without even looking at me. I didn’t seem to mind it either.

Her lips looked so plump. They almost begged for someone, anyone to kiss them. I swallowed back my drool quietly as the woman talked. Who the hell was she? I don’t think I have ever seen her in Japan before in my life. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not polite stare. But I don’t think I know how to help myself right now…

My eyes trailed down her lovely neck. The skin looked so pure, almost inviting. I wanted to get up on lay my lips upon her throat. It would look much better with hickeys on it. I gulped at the thought. The heat only rose when my eyes moved down to her breasts.

Oh…

She had to be a least a Japanese G-cup. They looked like they were going to pop out of her flower print dress at any second. My eyes dug deeper into her cleavage. I wasn’t sure if I was imaging the pounding in my ears or not. All I know was my mouth was drooling, my cheeks were bright red, and my eyes were bigger than my head. I want her!

“Careful there, your eyes look like they are about to fall out of your head,” I heard someone behind me say. I about fell off my stool and hit the floor. I jerked my head upwards and saw Art standing over me with a concerned look on his face.

“You okay?” he asked. My blushing went from hot to embarrassed as he held out his hand to me. I slapped away his hand.

“Shut up!” I shouted. I leapt up to my feet and raced out the door. Screw this! I don’t care about Ben and ******* anymore! She’s probably long gone now! I just want to get the hell out of here!