Bad Decisions Ch. 06

"Ey, Patrick, you wanna go to a bar?" Uncle Wilson's voice came from downstairs, loud as ever but successfully serving its purpose, getting Patrick's attention, and Patrick did indeed want to go to a bar. Better yet, it was a need.

"Of course!" He called back, it had been a long day for him, coming on the heels of an equally long night, and hopping off the bed he began to search through his dresser. 'Really should fold my clothes.' He thought to himself as he pulled out an overly wrinkled t-shirt, but decided to pull it over his head all the same.

It wouldn't matter once he started to get some liquor in his system, and boy did he need a drink. Kat had come to him in the middle of the night, horny she'd said, and that was enough for her, and seemingly enough for him as he gave in and gave her what she wanted. Or at least he made an attempt to, and failed.

Then later, part of him realized that he was nothing more than a walking dildo. He pulled out a pair of dark jeans. Most guys would be happy with that, and he wasn't dumb, he should be too. Knowing what was happening between the two of them shouldn't even be happening, but it was, and part of him had started to feel more for his cousin than he should.

When she walked by him in the house, he'd pause and admire her. If she posted a photo on Instagram he felt a yearning in his stomach for her, and he wasn't sure if it was lust, or something more. Maybe a bit of both mingled together. One thing was clear though, it was a one-sided affair.

Then from how Kat practically ignored him all day long, that added definitively to the one-sided theory. He slipped into his jacket and left the room, Kat's door was closed, and he quickly made his way past it and down the stairs.

"Yo, whenever you're ready." He called through the house, and heard his uncle say something to his wife before coming out to join him.

"Man, you spend a lot of time in that room." His uncle said as the door closed behind then, and all Patrick could offer in response was a smile and a nod - he did spend a lot of time in the room, what more could he say - to which his uncle shrugged and they hopped into his jeep and headed out.

Twenty some odd minutes later, they arrived at Hart's Bar, a sports bar where three of Wilson's co-workers were waiting, with at least two dozen shot glasses on the table between them, "we're building a tower", Pete had said when they walked in, and Patrick just smiled and took a seat, and let the introductions take place. There was Veronica, Sheri and Pete, and they already had at least two dozen shots knocked down between the three of them.

It was Patrick's first time meeting the two women, Pete he'd met before one evening when his uncle brought him to the bar before. He was a loud mouth, barrel chested and with a beer gut, and always claimed to have a history with the marines every time he had a crowd. A history that Patrick's uncle, and everyone else that knew him constantly contradicted, but Pete, Pete always maintained his story.

Veronica and Sheri were new. Veronica, or "Ronnie", as she said she liked to be called, was a short, brunette, tomboy. With a pixie cut that looked like she gave a scissors to a five-year-old and said, "go wild." The rest of her certainly suited the look, she had at least half a dozen piercings - that he could see - and the black tank top she wore showed enough of her ample cleavage that he couldn't help but steal glances at it throughout the night.

Even as she was sitting it was clear that she had a slender waist, and a stomach so flat he was sure he'd kill for it. Though he later found out that she ran marathons and participated in every available rec league sport she could. Needless to say, the woman was toned, like she'd been carved by Michelangelo himself.

Sheri on the other hand was a tad more conservative, a baggy sweater hid her body from view as she sat, but when she stood to go to the bathroom and the sweater hooked in the chair, he saw the leggings she wore, and the tight ass that she had hidden. Couple that with her auburn hair and smiling brown eyes, he was sure he could happily get lost with her for a few hours.

Yet, as the shots continued to come, and the beer glasses continued to be refilled, Patrick couldn't get his mind off of the one girl his mind shouldn't be on. Kat. He could see her now, lying in bed, shorts and a tank top, her fingers dancing on her stomach while she scrolled her phone with the other hand. He wanted to be there with her.

"Fuck." He thought to himself and downed another shot, of what he could only assume was pure ethanol. "Hey, what exactly is this?" He coughed, and Pete began to laugh.

"How you been drinking and ain't know what you drinking?" Pete's heavy southern drawl came in response and Patrick shook his head.

"This one is new." He replied.

Veronica chipped in, "I dunno where you were, Patty." She just lost so much points, "But I bought a round of eleven hundred." The look on his face clearly expressed his lack of understanding, "Tequila. It's tequila." He nodded and she smiled, a smile that was intoxicating. Christ, she was attractive, but fuck if she was who he wanted.

After a round of wings Sheri got a call, apparently her husband was concerned that she wasn't home yet, so she left for the evening. Patrick later found out, or at least his uncle told him that her husband just didn't trust her around any other guys. Ronnie on the other hand took a trip to the bathroom and told them to order another round.

"You know, she's feeling you, man." His uncle added under his breath, and Pete nodded in affirmation like he was some wise sage.

"She can probably have any man in here. I think you're feeling the liquor." Patrick shot back and Pete snickered, his uncle on the other hand just shook his head.

"Man, I'm telling you, she's feeling you. Trust me." Patrick rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer, "Pete, back me up here."

"She's certainly been giving ya the eye."

"Both of y'all are making stuff up." He downed the beer and signalled for another, that signalled the end of that. Maybe they were right, but, she was no Kat.

Maybe that was good thing, he thought as she re-joined them at the table and flashed him a quick smile. Soon after Pete took off for the evening, and Patrick's uncle got a call and stepped outside to take it. 'Least that's what he said, but Patrick certainly didn't hear or see his phone ring.

"So, how're you enjoying the stay?" Ronnie offered as a means of conversation, and he gave her a smile.

"Gonna be honest, I miss home. At least the warmth." She laughed.

"Is it nice there?"

"It's awesome." He replied and she smiled then fell silent. He wasn't really adding much to the conversation, and his conscience began to gnaw at him, she was just trying to be polite. With a sigh he looked at her and said, "It's like, I enjoy here, but I haven't been in the water. If you see the water back home, it's like crystal clear. Perfect beaches, man, I'll never get tired of it."

"Patty, are you taking a shit on our VA beaches?" A mischievous smirk, and she lost more points, they would need to have a discussion about that whole "Patty" thing.

"It's not like that though, I just mean..." He laughed unsure of what to say, "You'd have to experience it for yourself, Veron -"

Cutting him off she quickly corrected him, "Ronnie."

"Coming from the woman who's called me, Patty at least five times tonight."

"If you didn't like it, you could've said."

"True, but, I was trying not to be rude." She rolls her eyes.

"Fuck that. It's Ronnie, alright, Patty?" A grin cracked across her face.

"Patrick." He corrected and smiled back.

"Wasn't rude."

"It wasn't."

"Ey dude, gotta do something, you coming?" His uncle interrupted their conversation as he returned, and Patrick looked towards him and back to Ronnie.

"I mean, if you want, I could give him a ride." She said and Patrick's uncle looked back to him.

"Well, sure, I could chill a while longer."

"Aite, I'ma time you, you've got a bed time." His uncle said and tapped his watch.

"Go away, Uncle Wilson." His uncle laughed with Veronica before leaving. The silence at their table didn't last long before Ronnie returned to the conversation.

"Any parties since you've been here?"

"I actually don't party. If you can believe it."

"I cannot, believe it."

"It's true." He took a sip from his glass, "I don't dance."

"Why, no rhythm?" She took a sip from her glass, dark eyes drinking him in as she seemingly hung on every word.

"Funny enough, I do have rhythm. But, just never got into dancing, always seemed like they were just fucking on the dance floor." She sputtered and a few faces looked around as the two of them laughed and quickly cleaned up the beer that flew out of her mouth.

"Okay, sorry, probably wasn't that funny, but it's the swearing, just didn't expect that. And you are right, they do look like they're dry humping, but, isn't that what the kids like?"

"Kids, how old are you?" She gave him a playful frown.

"Don't you know the golden rule?"

"Sure I do... Never ask a woman her age, but, you don't look that old."

"Thirty-five." He nodded and they simultaneously took sips of their beers, Patrick noticed his was close to the end, as was hers, "You?"

"Twenty-three." She raised her eyebrows at him, "Older or younger?"

"I'd say you look a little older, but I figured you couldn't be too old since Wilson is your uncle."

"Dude is like fifty-one. I could definitely be older." They laughed and she finished her beer as he raised the glass to his lips.

"So you don't dance, but... do you fuck?" It was his turn to sputter, but she didn't retract the statement, she didn't flinch, she just stared at him and waited for her answer.

"Had a girlfriend who tried to get me dance, I never did, but according to her, I had rhythm in bed." Ronnie smiled.

"Finish your beer." He did. She wasn't Kat, but maybe that was necessary.

In twenty minutes, they were pulling into her neighbourhood. Five minutes later, they were pulling off each other's clothes as they stumbled through Veronica's house. If and if Patrick needed to describe Ronnie's house to save his life at a later date, he would die.

Ask him to describe Ronnie's body though, that would be a different story. As her tank top came off and her bra followed, perky pink nipples were revealed, a bar designed like an arrow pierced the right nipple, and under her left breast was a tattoo of an EKG with a heart at the end.

"Any more piercings?" He asked, roughly kissing along her neck down and across her collarbone, his hands greedily cupping and squeezing her breasts.

"Get lower and find out, Patty." The name was said with purpose, and as he pinched and pulled her nipple, he figured that he'd successfully seen her motive. Then when she moved her mouth to his and bit his bottom lip, it further confirmed it.

"Patrick." He gave her nipple a twist and she hissed and nodded before kissing him with a certain passion behind it. Her lips tasted like a brew of all the liquor they'd drank that night, her tongue twirled with his as she ran her hand under his shirt and along his stomach. His hands working diligently at the button of her jeans.

"Okay, maybe we should undress." She giggled through a kiss, she fucking giggled, his heart fluttered for a moment at how adorable she sounded, but he just nodded stupidly and they stepped back from each other, and he took her in.

He had to wonder if the word toned even began to do her justice anymore. Veronica had a tasty six pack, not like washboard abs, but they were definitely there, and her breasts, while the push-up bra had clearly done her a favour, it wasn't to say she had nothing to offer, and besides the two mounds of "fat" on her chest, Patrick was hard pressed to find another ounce of unnecessary fat on her.

"Jesus, you're fucking beautiful." He managed and she blushed like a schoolgirl for a second.

"Hey, less staring, more undressing." She ordered, and with a nod he complie, first came his shirt, off came her jeans, next came his, then her panties disappeared, tossed somewhere across the room as she looked him dead in the eye with every action she performed, "Gonna lose it?" She pointed to his boxers.

Like she casted a spell, his hands moved to the waist of his boxers and pushed it down, and after a certain way they fell down to his feet and he stepped out of it and walked forward, all the while mentally ravaging her. The other piercing, she mentioned was a cute hoop in her clit, she was clean shaven, though he wasn't sure if it was due to the piercing, or just a matter preference.

"Follow me." She motioned with her finger as she turned away, and he obediently walked behind her, her heart shaped ass hypnotizing him as they made their way through the house and to her bedroom.

"Nice room." He said matter-a-factly as they entered, and she turned and kissed him again.

"Fuck this room, it's the spare." She said through a kiss as he grabbed her ass and lifted her into the air before making his way to the bed and placing her on it.

"Fuck you, or fuck the room?" He clambered onto the bed on top of her.

With a smile she grabbed his cock and rubbed it against the lips of her pussy, wetting the tip with her juices before something mentally hit her, "Shit." She turned around and edged towards the side table, her perky ass staring Patrick in the face, and he couldn't help but give her a light slap, she paused for a moment before continuing her search in the side table.

With a grin he slapped the second cheek, she paused again, a little longer this time before she grabbed something and turned back to him. "Put this on, and fuck this room, and fuck me." She gave him a condom. By now he would've probably have been balls deep in Kat, and thinking back he honestly couldn't recall ever using a condom with her, but looking at the woman lying in front of him, ready and willing, he tore open the condom wrapper and slowly worked the rubber onto his shaft and entered her.

A throaty moan left Veronica as he slid in, inch after inch feeling the warmth of her insides while she wrapped her arms around his neck. An hour ago they were strangers having drinks, now, they were strangers swapping bodily fluids. She kissed him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth to chase his, burying her moans under their kiss.

The two of them quickly broke into a slow rhythm, rocking together with every thrust. Veronica wrapped herself around him like a vice, looping her arms and legs around him with a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, the slightest of moans escaping her with each time he pushed into her.

Feeling that they were getting a little too quiet, Patrick grabbed her ass firmly and plunged his cock deep into her, breaking the rhythm that they'd built, and eliciting a hiss from her, "Shit." She groaned and dug her nails into his back, his turn to groan before he gave another thrust and she moaned before pulling his face towards her and biting his bottom lip fiercely.

"Ouch." He said once she released him and he ran his tongue over the inside of his lip, it was sore but she looked pretty pleased with herself as she looked up at him.

"Sorry." She gave him a coy smile, a light sheen forming on her forehead in the warmth of the room.

"Let's see how sorry you are." He broke out of her hold and flipped her onto her stomach.

"But I apologized, sir." She said, but wiggled her ass as he positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy.

"Mhm." He plunged his cock into her and broke her illusion of innocence.

"Fuck." She groaned before he pulled out and pushed his cock back into her again, his pelvis slapping against her ass, moans growing and filling the room as he repeated, and repeated. Eventually grabbing her arms and pinning them against her back, his thrusts growing sterner, and more forceful as he did, "Harder." She practically begged and buried her face in the mattress, her moans being swallowed by the foam.

"This good?" He drove into her, she yelped and the bed rocked under them, "Or this?" Again, she yelped once more, the bed shook again.

"Fuck! Yes!" She moaned loudly, before moving a hand to asshole and slipping a finger in. Patrick thought his dick couldn't possibly get any harder but was he wrong, he watched in almost a trance as she slipped in a second finger, and worked them into her asshole as he stroked into her. Her pussy tightening around his cock as her knuckles reached the rim of her asshole.

"Geez, where've you been my whole life." He grunted and pushed through her tightness, while she stretched and worked her asshole with her fingers before removing and sticking them into her mouth, sucking and clamping down on them as she shuddered to an orgasm, Patrick hot on her heels as he thrusted again, and gave her a few more pumps before he released his load. Spurting to completion into the condom before he withdrew and fell onto the bed next to her, sweat shining on the both of them.

"Fort Lauderdale." She took a breath and he looked at her quizzically, "The response to your question." She reached across and deftly pulled off the condom before placing a knot in the end of it.

He laughed, "Right right." She slipped to the edge of the bed and took another breath before she got up and walked away, moments later Patrick heard what he assumed was urine hitting water.

Closing his eyes his mind drifted away and went to Kat, but it was short lived as the flushing toilet brought him back to his current existence and he heard the tap running before Veronica came back out and joined him in the bed, her hand going to his chest as she laid next to him.

"So anal does it for you?" She inquired and he looked at her, she was pretty forward, from her proposition at the bar, now this.

"I mean, I've wanted to try it."

"Oh, so you're a little anal virgin." She lightly raked her nails across his chest.

"You're an expert?" A grin split her face and she leaned in and snuggled against him, she was getting hard to understand. He didn't even know her, yet she was being so relaxed.

"I've gotten some practice."

"Really?" He asked and reached around and cupped her ass.

"Mhm." She closed her eyes, "Maybe you'll get to see just how much I've actually had."

"Oh, plans for a second fucking?" She laughed and pinched him in the side.

"Ideally." They fell silent for a while, "What'd you're doing tomorrow?"

"Probably just games. Might go for a ride. I dunno, what about you?" This was a level of casual he didn't expect. With Kat, they just fucked and she got up and got out, he barely knew this woman and here they were cuddling and having a conversation.

"Might get lunch. You like lunch?"

"No. I like dinner, maybe breakfast, lunch is a little off-putting for me." She pinched him again, they laughed, "are you asking me if I want to get lunch, Veronica?"

"Sure." She didn't correct him this time, "You want to get lunch, Patrick?"

"Sure." He closed his eyes and she let herself get a little more comfortable, placing a leg across him and drawing closer. "All your nights of drinking go like this?"

"Nah, just the ones where I drink tequila." She chuckled.

"I don't even know your last name."

"Rogers. I don't know yours."

"Foster."

"Good, we're acquainted." She yawned, "You want to go home now?"

"Nah, I'm cool, let me just message my uncle, let him know I'll be staying out." She nodded and he untangled himself from her and grabbed his phone, seventeen notifications popped onto the screen when he unlocked it.