Modern Love by Beau North

Author:Beau North [North, Beau]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beau North
Published: 2017-07-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Hey, Allie!” An eager voice made me turn my head. Yasmin smiled as she approached me. She looked good, the sallow cast of the recently-sober seemed to have fallen away. Her dress that looked like something Little Orphan Annie might wear, her large breasts and hips stretching the fabric in a way I couldn’t help but notice. I’m only human. I find it’s one of the great tragedies in life that so many people will never know the glorious feeling of a pair of thick thighs pressed against either side of the head, never look up to see a woman sighing in pleasure behind the soft mountains of her breasts.

“Yasmin, hey.”

“Good meeting, huh?” she asks, her eyes practically glowed with it. I’d seen that look on my own face enough. My first few years of sobriety included a near-obsessive zeal for meetings, six days a week, sometimes twice a day.

“Uh, yeah. Pretty good.” I don’t want to tell her I was barely paying attention, I’d been trying to think of a job I’d recently applied for, doing graphics work (yawn) for a marketing firm in Edina. I needed the money and a change from peddling drinks and my handsy, know-it-all boss.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee with me, you know, as a way of saying thanks for the other week?”

“Actually, I’m just going for sushi, if you want to join me?”

I’d never taken anyone to Yorokobi before—not even Emma or Alex—it had always been my treat to myself after meetings. Bare a piece of your soul, have some nigiri. I didn’t mind sharing it with Yasmin; maybe now it could be her treat to herself after meetings.

We talked about the meetings, about the step work, about those first weeks of sobriety, the monotony of pain. When we left the restaurant, I felt fuller and somehow lighter. I’d had a good time.

And then, as we were saying goodbye, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Her mouth was soft and wet and still tasted faintly of ginger. It felt good, not the electricity of Will’s kiss, but a lush enticement all its own.

I broke away, somewhat reluctantly. “Woah. What was that?”

“Did I read you wrong?” Yasmin said, looking nervous. “I thought...I saw that you noticed me.”

“Yeah, because you’re fucking hot, lady. But you’re just getting sober. It’s not a good idea.”

“I’m not asking for your hand in marriage or anything,” she said. I sighed, feeling suddenly ancient.

“If I sleep with you, I’m no better than Carl. I want to, believe me. You’re beautiful. But I have to be able to live with myself too. I’m just as messed up as any of those people in our meeting. I don’t need the setback.”

Her lower lip jutted out petulantly. Unable to help myself, I took her face in my hands and kissed her mouth, once, twice, three times. She made little sounds with each kiss: hn, hn, hn.

I knew I wouldn’t be back to meetings at the Lutheran church again.

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