White Russians

Andreas never knew the changces if him ever getting a date with the womn sipping on White Russians. There she sat ever so demure, so innocent looking, yet her aura said otherwise. Sultry and sinister was the order or the night as cold chills made him have goosebumps. He thought that maybe this was one of those 'carnal desires' that everyone seemed so fond of talking about. He felt himself slowly gravitate towards ger and his palms start to sweat. The chills taking a breather, the feeling was almost euphoric.

The girl, he saw, had finished her White Russian and ordered an Orgasm from the bartender. 

"For you, lady, on the house," He said as he winked at her.

She smiled and gave him a courtesy nod. The drink came and she took a sip before her eyes darted around the room. It settled onto him like a wolf on a limping buck. For a second or so all he could do was stand motionless. Dumbfounded. Afraid. She got up from the bar-stool, raising her glass to the bartender before she walked, almost floated, towards him.

He felt as if the whole world had shut down. A cliche moment reserved for him in his mind. Her mouth opened and her voice flooded his ears like liquid gold.

"Hello, stranger," She said.

Andreas swallowed a ball of saliva that was pooling under his tongue just in time to answer her.

"Hello yourself, stranger," he smiled or at least mustered up the courage for a decent upturn of the mouth. Inside he was pacing himself. he told himself to calm down, think slowly. The heavens were not going to ditch him. She smiled wider.

"You don't remember me do you, Andreas?" She asked, her voice dripping over him like honey. "Tenth Grade?" She continued.

"Linds? Linds Abaquir?" He stammered.

"Eemyl, actually. Linds' twin sister." She smirked.

"Linds has a twin?" Andreas was somewhat shocked by this new discovery. He remembered that once upon a time Linds was the girl-next-door who was friends with everyone. She was also the biggest flirt. He also recalled Linds having a brother. "I thought Linds has a brother?"

Eemyl's eyes lit up and her smile widened. "I dressed up like a dude and I played for the other team since Linds was always taking boys away from me. Don't worry, I never had a dick."

Hearing that made Andreas stop standing so rigid and he let out a laugh so pregnant with relief. The realisation that the kid who picked on him in school was actually a chick made him sick and excited at the same time.