Have Faith

Faith let out a soft sigh and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she relaxed atop her padded stool, elbows on the metal rail at the edge of the bartop, a slender glass stem held delicately in one hand, the other clutching the strap of her bag.

She hadn’t really been sure what to expect when a few friends from work had asked her to come out and join them for drinks, there was quite the age gap after all, between her and the teaching assistants who had been so insistent she comes out.

Part of her had thought it would just be them for the evening, sat around a table chatting and gossiping about work stuff, which, to be fair, they had done for the first hour or so. Then the music had been pumped up, the lights dimmed and the girls just had to dance.

She brought her head back down to survey the scene, pursing her full red lips as she watched the three girls in the crowd, so unlike her. Younger by ten years and slender too, glasses of something bright pink held precariously in their hands as they bopped and swayed to the music, their hands up, each one seemingly marked by a player, sizing them up.

She raised her glass and sipped her wine, enjoying it, if not the rest of all this. She wasn’t a dancer, even when she had been as young as them she’d refrained from it. Just not her thing, she’d always thought.

After a moment or two she went to sip her wine again but found the glass empty. Glancing down she inspected the inside, suspiciously devoid of any fluid.

Spinning in her stool she rested her arms on the counter, placing the glass down and beginning the age-old game of trying to catch the barman’s eye. She was patient, which was fortunate because she wasn’t very good at it.

“And a glass of red for her, too, please.” A voice said to her left, a figure that she had until now ignored now tapping her empty glass.

“Oh you don’t have to…” she started looking up at the generous stranger, her voice a little bit heavy from drinking, but still clear.

She looked up into the face of a young man, strikingly handsome she thought, his eyes a piercing blue that widened, almost in surprise as he saw her. She tilted her head and blinked curiously from behind her glasses, “Hey… Do I know you?”

He let out a little laugh and glanced around the bar, “Hey uh, I don’t know, do you?”

His voice was rich and full of character, his teeth a gleaming white as he smiled. She felt a warmth at her cheeks and she found herself sitting a little straighter, “You look familiar…” she studied his face for a moment, “Have you been on TV?”

His smile broadened and he laughed again, shaking his head, “No no, nothing like that, you uh, you come here often?” He ran a hand through his short black hair and flashed her another winning smile.

“No no… First time,” she gestured towards the trio of women she’d come with dancing on the floor, “with them from work.”

Tall and handsome glanced across towards the three and she took the opportunity to quickly sweep her eyes up and down his figure, slender, but his bare arms looked strong. By the time he looked back she was smiling innocently up at him.

“You er… Want to grab a booth?” He asked with a little smile as their drinks arrived, using his card to pay contactless as he picked up his glass of something amber and bubbly.

She bit her lip. He was gorgeous and looked so familiar, she was sure she’d seen him somewhere but couldn’t place his face. She might not have been sure what to expect, but she wasn’t going to say no to someone like this.

“Um, sure?” she said with a shy smile, moving to stand, a little wobbly. As she stepped down she found his hand on her elbow, offering her just the smallest bit of support, “Ah, thanks, um, the names Faith, by the way.”

He smiled, “Faith, I’m Michael.”

Michael, far from releasing her elbow linked his arm with hers, giving her a little guidance as they made their way past the dancing groups towards one of the seating booths off to the side. He was taller than her by maybe three inches or so, though she was wearing some pretty serious heels that probably meant, given that she was five eight, he’d be about six two.

“So ah, Michael, are you here with friends?” she asked as they found a spare booth, sitting down across from each other, the small table making it a cosy experience.

He shrugged a little, glancing around before lifting and sipping his drink, eying her curiously, “For a bit, think they moved on, but I’ve got a reason to stay…”

She lifted her glass of wine to hide her blush, “Oh?”

He winked and she almost fainted, her cheeks ablaze.

“You’re sweet,” she smiled, biting her lip for a moment before taking a sip of her wine, the lipstick leaving a red mark on the rim as she held the glass by her elbow, finger tracing delicately over the stem.

“So, what do you do for a living Faith?” he asked with a little smirk, raising one eyebrow.

“Oh I um, teach. Highschool.” She replied with a little nod.

“No way?” he grinned, “I’d have thought you were still in high school.”

She laughed a little and put her hand gently on his forearm, if only for a moment, “Oh that’s awful.”

He laughed too, warm and genuine, “I know I know, you’ll just have to teach me to do better, maybe some private lessons?”

She laughed again and smiled, bright and happy, “Mm, maybe.”

“Only maybe?” He asked, smiling, his bright blue eyes alive and gorgeous.

“I’m still trying to figure you out, Michael, I mean, there’s those three girls out there, a little more…”

“A little more what?” he pressed, smirking.

“I don’t know… Pretty? Young?” she said a little meekly.

He glanced towards the dancefloor and smirked before looking back, dropping his tone to a conspiratorial whisper, “Can I be honest with you, Faith?”

“Mm?” She took another sip of wine.

He spoke quietly, making her lean forward slightly against the table to hear, “I’m pretty sure I’d break them, they’re skinny like sticks, who wouldn’t prefer someone with a few curves here and there?”

Faith tilted her head some and raised her hand to tuck a few stray hands of her auburn red hair behind an ear as she sat back up, she was wearing it in a ponytail, but the action was habit to her.

“Well… I do have a curve or two…” she admitted, and it was no lie. She was a full figured girl and while she had dressed quite modestly, it wasn’t hard to make out the shape of her heavy breasts or full hips under the figure-hugging fabric of her dress.

“And age is just a number,” he said with a smile before taking another drink of his beer.

It was a cheesy thing to say, she thought, but coming from him, she wanted to believe it. At least for tonight.

She slipped her stocking clad foot from her shoe and leaned back a little, one hand holding her wine glass, resting it on the edge of the table, her other folded under her chest, subconsciously pushing them up slightly to enhance their size, and let the side of her foot graze against his calf.

“Okay, Michael… So where are you at with life hm?” she asked casually, trying to make a little conversation as she caressed his leg with her foot.

“Oooh you know, not much… Just got my own car though,” he said with a wink, “so I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice.”

“Sounds it…” She smiled and said distantly, taking a sip as she got slowly lost in his gaze.

After a moment he disrupted her reverie, “You have the most beautiful emerald eyes, did you know that?”

She blinked, “A-ah, sorry, was I staring?”

He laughed a little and leaned forward, placing his hand on her arm, “It’s okay, so long as you like what you’re staring at.”

She bit her lip and nodded.

He smiled and drank in her expression, reading her desires, “So uh, so would you like to… Your place?”

“Oh god yes…” she said without hesitation, her breath coming a little fast for a moment as she laughed a little, which he joined in on, fortunately not taken aback by her obvious keenness.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten laid, let alone by someone so striking and the suddenness of it all only heightened her desire in the here and now.

He glanced around and smirked, putting his hands on the top of table and slowly started to push himself up, “Well, what’re we waiting-”

“Ah,” she took a hold of his wrist and looked suddenly very sheepish.

“Not getting all shy on me are you?” he asked, smirking as he slowly lowered himself back down.

“N-no, well, yes, well…” She felt embarrassed and looked down into her glass, feeling suddenly stupid, subtly slinking her foot back into her heel under the table.

“Hey, Faith, what’s wrong, do you feel okay?” He asked, a little concern bleeding into his voice as she released his wrist, his hand finding hers, squeezing it, “You can speak to me, you know.”

She looked up at him, so perfect.

“I um, look, I’m not, you know, like those girls…” She said, tilting her head briefly towards the dance floor.

He squeezed her hand again, “Look, if you don’t want me to come back to yours we can-”

“No! No I do, I do, It’s just, how do it say it?”

He smiled and met her gaze, “Quickly? So we can hurry up and get to yours?”

She blushed, “I have… Well, I have a…”

“A?…”

“Dick?” She asked, even though it wasn’t a question.

To his credit, and her surprise, he didn’t immediately walk away, though he did hesitate for a moment, “Oh.