Want U Back

[pink_silk_glove]

Want U Back

Just outside of Sergio's, Shawna stopped and looked in through the window. She didn't see him there but he had to be. This couldn't be the one Wednesday when he wouldn't show. It was his ritual after band rehearsal to hang out at the wine bar for a taste or two before heading home. She stood near the pane trying not to be noticed as she scanned up and down the bar. One guy with his back to her turned and showed his profile. It was Nathan from the band. That was a good sign. Backing a step further, a shadow cast upon the glass allowed her to check her reflection. Running a finger along her temple edge, her straight brown hair was still in place. She'd just had it cut, sheared perfectly just past the jaw with perfect bangs framing her round face and hiding her pearl stud earrings. Her beige gloss glinted on her small pouty lips between her doll's nose and her soft round chin while her light brown eyes sparkled in the subtle beige flourish of her makeup. Shawna looked pretty. She hoped that she was sexy too. That's what the new outfit was for. She may have been pudgy but at least she had 36Ds and she slung them into a new sleeveless wrap top in indigo with white trim lapels showing plenty of cleavage and even the trim edge of her new white lace bra and the summer evening was perfect to go without a jacket and show all that skin. It was tucked in tight at the waist into a carbon pleated skirt that swished dangerously (for her) to mid-thigh, barely low enough to hide the tops of her white sheer stockings. She finished the look off with his favorite black suede ankle boots - her 'fuck-me' boots, he had called them.

Shawna looked back at the bar and her heart jumped. There he was joining Nathan at the end of the bar. He must have come back from the men's room or something. The pop song from her youth ran through her head again, her mind singing along to what she had playing on repeat while she polished off half of a bottle of sherry and got herself ready that evening. It was her anthem for the night - for her mission.

What was even better was that she wasn't there - that bitch that shall not be named - the hot Latin tramp that had stolen him away six miserable months ago. How dare she move in on her man and wreck her life with her skinny legs and olive skin and mane of black hair. It must be easy when you trollop yourself around like that in skimpy clothes and ridiculous heels, swanking around ho-style and still unattached well into your thirties. Shawna could play that game too. She was 23 and if she was going to be a woman she was going to be woman enough to steal him back.

I don't give a shit, no one else can have ya
I want U back, want U back ...

Sure, the verses weren't accurate but Shawna hadn't really listened to the verses much anyways. She shouldered her purse, pulled open the door to Sergio's and walked in quietly. Her hand almost trembled when she reached out and placed it on his back and she leaned in against his shoulder.

"Hi Pat," she said breathily as she smiled warmly. "Nice to see you." Nathan had seen her coming at the last minute and stood up straight from his leaning stance.

"Oh," he remarked. he knew the tension, how rough the breakup was. "Maybe I should leave you alone for a bit."

 

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When the hand reached out and touched his back, Patrick startled a little and almost spilled his wine. But then he heard a familiar voice and smelled a familiar scent. He knew that perfume.

"Hi Pat," the voice said to him.

Before he turned around he saw Nathan stand up and greet the girl and then walk off to find an empty table with his wine glass. Patrick felt the girl pressing into him as she leaned on his shoulder. "Hi Shawna," he replied.

He paused for a moment to take in the familiar scent of her perfume that he knew so well after two years of dating her. It was six months ago when he had broken up with her. He had left her for Carmen, who had been at several of the band's shows and eventually made it backstage after one of the shows and things had happened.

Part of the problem with Shawna had always been how conservative she was in the bedroom. Well, maybe not conservative exactly, but that first time with Carmen had been amazing. She had done all the things, and still did, that Shawna had never been willing to do. The chemistry between them had been electrifying since the beginning. And Carmen was gorgeous. Almost like a model.

"I haven't seen you at the shows recently," he said. "I guess it's understandable." He had met Shawna at one of the band's shows, similar to Carmen, a few years ago. He had taken her to, of all places, Sergio's where they were now, and the two had hit it off pretty well. Still, while Shawna was a lovely girl and they had dated for quite a while, he'd always felt something was missing. In a way it wasn't with Carmen.

It had started that night when Patrick had proposed to Shawna that they have sex backstage at one of the shows, in the greenroom. She had flatly refused and insisted they wait until they got home again. Shawna's request might seem like a reasonable one to most, but Carmen had been willing to do that. From the get-go. They'd done it several times backstage by now. To Patrick, that was exciting. The thrill of it. Patrick had always tried to spice up his sex life with Shawna but she was always very hesitant to try new things and have new experiences. After a while, it seemed like when they had sex together, it become something he could do by memory.

"Alright Shawna," Patrick sighed. "We haven't spoken in several months. What are you doing here?" He had a feeling he knew damn well what she was doing there, but he wanted her to say it for herself.

 

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She'd surprised him. That was good.

"Hi Shawna."

"Hi," she smiled with the warmth of inebriation as her hand slowly began palming his back soothingly, enticingly.

"I haven't seen you at the shows recently. I guess it's understandable."

She didn't look but she could tell which table Nathan had found for himself. It was the one that Patrick had taken her to on the night that they had met. Sergio's really was where it had all begun for them. Actually they had met at The Greenroom where his band had played a show. Steph had dragged her there since she had been dating their singer, that jerk Roman. They didn't last, but Shawna and Pat had hit it off. After the show they all went to Sergio's together. It was the weekend and it was quite busy, not like these casual Wednesdays before closing after his rehearsal. Normally the guys just sat at the bar but since they had brought girls they got the booth. Shawna remembered vividly that first time shimmying herself in next to him up close to make room for everyone. She was tipsy - like she was now - and quite giddy with the thought that she was going to sleep with someone that she had just met. It just wasn't something that she did ever, but Pat had already propositioned her backstage at The Greenroom. She'd never blushed so hard. He was so adorable. She turned him down but made up for it back at his place with a marathon screw like she'd never had and the sweetest cuddles until (a very late) breakfast. On Monday Steph told her just how gaga she had been all that night. She had fallen for him hard. For the next year they were nearly inseparable until she came along.

"All right Shawna," Patrick sighed. "We haven't spoken in several months. What are you doing here?"

"Oh just passing by," she smiled, her fingers now gently stroking in his hair, tugging gently at the strands like she used to. It had been so long and she was relishing the feeling. "Remembered that you might be here. Looked in and sure enough so I thought I'd say hi." It was all bullshit. It was all carefully calculated. She was going to fuck him.

 

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"You knew I'd be here, because you know the band likes to come over on Wednesdays, after rehearsal." Patrick was kind of relieved that it had just been him and Nathan tonight though. The other members had all had obligations to attend to after the rehearsal. Patrick was now suddenly grateful. Patrick remembered that she didn't care for Roman because of something between the two of them. Hadn't one of Shawna's friends dated him for a bit? He'd have to ask Roman to remind himself later on.

Patrick stood up for a moment and indicated the bar stool next to him. "Well, whatever," he said. "Since you're here now, you might as well have a seat. Can I buy you something?" He looked over Shawna, and noted she was dressed to impress. Not a bad outfit he decided. Carmen might have pulled it off just a bit better, but still.

Patrick sat back down now, to his glass of wine which was still half full. He was a shorter guy at just about somewhere between 5'4" and 5'5" so the bar stool was a little awkward for him, but he didn't really mind by now. He was used to it. He had a long beard, but it was well maintained, without too many loose or straggly hairs and he kept it clean. It wasn't the typical musician's beard that many people pictured when they thought of bands playing clubs and shows like Patrick and his band mates did frequently. His hair was also light and short, he'd just gotten it trimmed a few days ago. But right now, it was hidden under a black porkpie hat (not surprising given the kind of music his band played).

Patrick was wearing his printed button-up short-sleeve shirt that had the pink flamingoes on it at the moment. Along with a dark pair of dark jeans. Patrick was lean and thin so he had on a black belt to hold up the jeans. It was a fairly casual outfit (after all, the band had just been rehearsing for several hours), but it looked nice enough to be out at the wine bar for a few drinks.

 

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"Well, whatever. Since you're here now, you might as well have a seat."

His tone was rather dismissive but so long as he was going along with it, she would take it. In fact it settled her somewhat after her heart briefly jumped when he seemed to be seeing through her motives just a moment before. When he offered to get her order she relaxed even a little more. She took the stool and felt his eyes on her. He seemed to like what he was seeing.

He'd taken their time apart to let his beard grow. It had always been a bone of contention - her asking him to at least keep it trimmed if he wouldn't shave it. Since he'd been a 'free man' it had gotten long. Shawna supposed that she didn't mind. At least it was neatly kept tonight. She would worry about getting him into bed first. She could work on the facial hair later. He'd cut his hair too - quite short. She had preferred a little length so that she could run her fingers through it. Neither did Pat any longer need to adhere to that request. The hat she didn't mind at all. It was actually rather cute. Stylish things like that had attracted her to him in the first place.

"Thank you," she smiled in acceptance of his offer. "Whatever you're having is fine." He sat himself again and palmed his back with sweet intimate warmth. It was wonderful just to feel his body again.

 

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Patrick sat down at the bar again and looked at the girl behind the bar. "Hey Kate," he said, "another glass, thanks." He pointed at the glass of wine in front of him. Kate nodded at him and quietly retrieved an empty glass from behind the bar and began pouring the wine.

Patrick turned in his chair to give Shawna a closer look. He could tell that she had just gotten a hair cut. Her hair wasn't as long as he remembered it being, but it looked good anyway. He'd always liked when she let her bangs grow out, and he thought they looked nice on her round face.

Patrick could see that Shawna didn't care for how long his beard had gotten. At least it was much cleaner and neat this time around. The last time he'd let it get this long, just before he'd met Shawna, it had been quite a bit messier. Carmen hadn't cared too much about that, he noted, but given that the band was starting to play shows once more and its popularity was growing again, he'd decided to take better care of his appearance.

He felt her hand on his back and then smiled at her. "Ummm... How have you been Shawna? What have you been up to?"

Kate came back with the glass of wine and placed it in front of Shawna, and smiled at her. "Hi Shawna," Kate said. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Kate had been working at Sergio's for longer than the band had been regularly coming over after shows and rehearsals, so she knew Shawna too. Patrick had even told her about the breakup the first time he'd come to the wine bar with Carmen instead of Shawna.

"Well, I'll leave you two to chat," Kate said as she turned around and went to check on Nathan at the table in the corner. "Holler if you need anything else."

 

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It had been quite some time since Shawna had regarded Kate as a threat. Not that she wasn't cute enough, but she had just grown comfortable around her in the few times that they had met and had accepted her presence as benign. The ring on her finger may have also had something to do with that.

"How have you been Shawna? What have you been up to?"

"Oh, you know," she shrugged. "Work, the usual," she offered, her voice soft and intimate. She had his full attention now. She began caressing his back with her fingertips. The drinks arrived. "A bit, yeah," she answered the server blushingly, but quickly flitted her eyes back to her ex as her left hand scooped up the wine glass, the stem extending between her third and fourth fingers. She regarded him adoringly and her heart sped up. Things were in motion and her nerves wanted the drink. "Cheers," she offered and held out the glass for him to ting.

 

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Patrick couldn't help but smile. He hadn't been at Sergio's with Shawna in a long time. He looked at Kate for a moment and nodded. "Thanks Kate, you're a peach." Patrick had gotten pretty friendly with Kate over the years and had even flirted with her for a while briefly, before Shawna had come into his life, but they'd never been sexual. Shawna had come in pretty fast and erased any possibility of that.

Kate nodded and smiled back at Patrick. Or was she smiling at both of them together? Patrick couldn't quite tell which it was. He turned back to Shawna and clinked his glass lightly with hers. "Cheers," he said.

Patrick had plans with Carmen later tonight. The same plans he had almost every night with her by this point, but she couldn't possibly mind if he stayed for another glass or two of wine with his "old friend." That's all she would need to know.

 

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They clinked glasses and in the silence that followed Shawna palmed his back with sweet tenderness. The door opened and a couple of new patrons walked in. That was good. It would distract Kate on an otherwise slow night.

There wasn't much to say. He seemed warm enough to her presence but wasn't being terribly flirty. He certainly didn't seem to mind the attention, though. Shawna couldn't just sit there all dewy-eyed and reminiscent. She had to make a move at some point, and the longer that she waited, the more awkward it would get. Slowly she leaned in and planted her small soft lips upon his cheek, finding a patch of unbristled skin and pressing them there for some time while in the process ensuring that the edge of her breast crushed firmly into his elbow and upper arm. If she wasn't the hottest doll around at least she always had tits and she knew that Patrick liked them. She had to make use of them. When she finally released, she blushed heavily, retaining contact between her breast and his arm and indulging in the intimacy of the moment while she could. He would either reciprocate or take exception. It was make or break. Her heart raced.

 

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"Shawna, what are-?" Patrick started as her lips found his cheek and she gave it a kiss. It was a fairly long kiss too. But he was a little shocked to say much. He was just planning to have a glass of wine with her and that was it. He hadn't been expecting her to make a move. But she had.

Slowly, she pulled back from the kiss and he turned to look at her. He felt her still pressed against his arm and he looked down to see her breasts pressed against it. Well, he had to give her credit. One thing Shawna had always known was how much he had enjoyed her chest. She hadn't forgotten in their time apart it seemed.

Alright, he could play her game for a little bit longer he though. No harm in that much, right? Patrick pushed back with his arm for a moment, to get a better feel of her breasts. They were definitely a familiar feeling to him, even after so long. He reached around slowly and gave her a silent hug.

 

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He had let her kiss him and when it ended he was still there. In fact he had leaned into her breast. This was a good sign. Shawna held firm to let it shape to his pressure. He wanted it. It was just a question of whether he would follow through and take it. His arm went around her and she leaned in to share the embrace, further smooshing her breast, this time into his ribs, as she rested her head sweetly upon his shoulder. They stayed that way for a moment.

It was serene, the easy energy that flowed between them. Her heart sang, recalling what it was like when they were together, the feeling rushing back, welling up emotion. Her pussy was wet.

"You'll always be special in my heart," she said. Then she gave Pat an extra squeeze before the grasp loosened. Shawna reached for her glass of wine, sipped and set it back down. "You know, we never had a chance for a proper goodbye."

 

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"A proper goodbye?" Patrick asked. "If I recall, you were pretty angry with me and didn't want to have anything to do with me. Not that I blame you."

He held Shawna close, looking into her eyes as he did. "Shawna..." He felt her chest pressed against him now and he could tell it was intentional. But for some reaons, he didn't feel the need to stop her. He just quietly held her for a few moments and let her press into him all she wanted. It felt good. It was familiar. He could smell her scent. It was just as he'd remembered it.

Without even realizing it at first, he instinctively leaned in and returned the kiss that she had given him moments ago by kissing her cheek lightly as well. He pulled back after the kiss and smiled. Suddenly, he was glad that Shawna had suprised him tonight.

Patrick reciprocated her enthusiasm by firmly pressing himself into Shawna.

 

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"A proper goodbye? If I recall, you were pretty angry with me and didn't want to have anything to do with me. Not that I blame you."

After a moment's holding he kissed her back. When it was done, his lips released but his grip didn't. Their bodies remained crushed. A warm shiver percolated up through her and she had to do something before her eyes would well up. Shawna leaned in again to kiss him this time seeking out the corner of his mouth through his beard. She did not release. Instead she placed her fingertips to her far jaw and held him in place, taunting his lust to come forth.

 

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Patrick felt Sawna go in for another kiss. Patrick was honestly surprised. Shawna seemed genuinely into it and full of lust. Sure they'd been an active couple for quite some time together, but she'd never been one for public displays of affection either. As he remembered, if he wanted to engage her in anything in the past it had always been in the "safety" of his bedroom and his bed. She hadn't ever really stepped outside of that boundary before. He had seen it as sort of a hard limit for her. He didn't fight it though and he relaxed into kissing her.

He looked around with his peripheral vision as they kissed. Nathan had left, he guessed, wondering if he'd been amused by Shawna's appearance. He turned his focusd back to Shawna now. Almost instictively, he reached up with one of his hands as they continued kissing and cupped one of her breasts.

 

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He was into the kiss. Her heart raced as she parted her lips and their wet tongues stroked slowly against one another. Feeling his palm press to her breast, she inhaled deeply as her arms gently tightened around him. As the closeness increased her bosom crushed into his hand, reshaping its bulk to form a large swell of cleavage that could not be ignored.

Kate's footsteps could be heard passing quickly behind the bar, presumably she was returning from serving the couple at the table. Shawna ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of Patrick's smooth teeth before slipping in again for more and pressing her hand to his, encouraging his grope of her breast.

 

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Patrick kept his lips pressed against hers for quite some time. But then the footsteps came close. "Alright you lovebirds," it was Kate. Damn!

"Take it eksewhere," she said with a little bit of a laugh. "Not at my bar please."

Patrick gave Shawna's round breast another squeeze and then pulled back. He took ahold of Shawna's hand and then smiled at Kate who had popped up on the other side of the bar again. "Sorry Kate. Entirely out of character."

"No it's not," Kate said. "I know you." She smiled at Patrick again and gave a wink. She nudged her shoulder to the left silently. He got the hint.

He looked at Shawna. She was flushed from the kiss. He stood up and pulled her off her bar stool. "Come with me Shawna," he said with a bit of a smirk forming on his face.

 

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"Alright you lovebirds, Take it eksewhere. Not at my bar please."

She knew that he wanted to have her, that he would not say no, by the extra grope that he copped as he led her from the bar.

"Sorry Kate. Entirely out of character."

"No it's not. I know you."

As did Shawna. It was totally in character for Patrick to want some lewd naughty action. Anytime, anywhere, he could be game.

"Come with me Shawna."

Her booty slid from the stool and her feet found the floor. This time she would be game too. Gripping his hand sweetly, she followed as the jittery passion began to billow in her chest causing her nipples to tingle. She was about to have hot unrestrained sex with him.