Zelink Short Stories - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Proceed if you wish. You were given a warning.
Why isn't he here yet? It was his idea to go out tonight and yet I'm the one sitting in the parking lot waiting for him. It's already late too.
*where are you?* I wait. No answer. Dumbass probably forgot.
*shit* Oh look. He answered. *I'm gonna be with Veran tonight*
*???* I didn't know they got back together. What is this, the seventh time now?
*just fucking* A detail I really didn't need. Whatever. His life, not mine.
I set my phone down and start my car with the intention of going back home and playing video games. The blaring music is enticing though. I haven't gone out like this since I broke up with Ruto five months ago. I really haven't done much of anything since then. That's why Ganon was dragging me out. He got tired of only playing video games and said we should go have a few drinks and flirt with girls. But now I guess he's sleeping with his ex? And I'm already here so what the hell.
It's mostly dark inside, lit up only by flashing lights and LEDs. The music is so loud I can feel it thumping in my chest. I think I'll get a drink first to loosen up, then I'll find a group to hang out with. Or I'll dance on my own. That always works too.
I sit with my drink, facing out to the crowd. There's a lot of girls here tonight. Pretty girls too. I haven't thought about dating again but maybe tonight is my sign to get back out there.
I finish one drink and order another. Then some girls ask me to do shots with them. Gladly. I'm feeling it now.
With my third drink in my hand, I scan the room, looking for a hot girl to talk to or a chill group I can join. It's actually not that bad being out alone. I could do this more often.
My eyes land on a blonde girl sitting by herself, staring at her drink as she stirs it mindlessly with the small black straw. I actually feel a little bad. She looks like she's having a miserable night.
Without another thought, I down the rest of my drink and order another before I make my way over to her. Damn! She's hot as fuck! She's slouched over slightly, making her stomach poke out a little under her dress and I can already tell she has thick thighs. She's not quite mid-size but goddamn does she look good. And that doesn't even include her face. She has really big green eyes, matching her round face. Her makeup is flawless too but I bet she looks just as gorgeous without it. I'm practically drooling.
I pull out the chair next to her, startling her a little bit. "This seat taken?"
"N-no." Perfect. I sit down next to her, taking another drink of my liquid confidence. I want this girl's number.
"So are you here alone?" She leans back, her eyes widening. I just fucking scared her. Way to sound like a damn kidnapper.
"Excuse me?"
I try to laugh it off. "Sorry, that came out wrong. I only meant I'm here alone and was wondering if we could relate." She relaxes. That's the best save I've ever had.
"I'm actually here with a friend." She laughs a little. It's like hearing a Goddess. "She's on the hunt for women." I was too but the search is over. I know who I'm spending my time with.
"You didn't want to join her?"
"Oh no," she laughs again. "I'll leave all the women to her." That's fair. I take another drink.
"I thought girls liked to flirt with each other." Lesbian or not, it's like they all have a talent at flirting with each other.
"Sometimes. I guess I just don't feel up to it today." Well shit.
"Just women or men too?"
She looks down at her drink and stirs it again with a small smirk. "I guess it depends."
"On what?" I urge. I really want her number.
"How good you are at it." Let's fucking go.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"I have one," she giggles.
"Yeah but you've just been stirring it so I assume you don't like it and it's probably warm and nasty now."
"Really, it's fine."
"I'll get you a new one."
I order another drink for her, one I think she'll like. She blushes when I look at her. Maybe she's a little interested in me too? I hope so. I've never met a girl this pretty and I like how she's a little shy.
"Better?" I ask when she takes a sip of her new drink.
"Yeah it's good. How'd you know I'd like it?"
"I bartended for a bit a few months back. You seemed like the kind of girl who prefers something sweet." God that smile. I'm trying to keep it cool but damn I might start acting like a fool soon.
"What drinks do you prefer?"
I smile and bite my lip a little. "Anything that tastes good." I drag my gaze down her body, admiring her thick curves. "Bonus if it looks good too." Her eyes are wide when I look at them again and her round face is pink.
"O-oh." I suck my teeth. The fool is coming out. I'm going for it.
"I'm gonna be honest, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." Subtlety gone. Now I'm holding my breath.
"Really?" She should've said "I know" with how pretty she is. That would've been hot as hell.
"Yes and I'll do literally anything you ask me to." I don't care how stupid I sound. I'm shooting my shot with this girl.
She smiles again, only making me fall deeper in this hole she put me in. "You would?"
"Absolutely." I'd let her push me down a flight of stairs at this point. That could also be the alcohol talking. Either way, I don't care.
"Um...would you dance with me?"
"I'd dance all night with you." I make her blush again but I'm already standing up.
"I haven't finished my drink-"
"I'll buy you a new one later." I hold my hand out to her and she smiles, setting her half full drink down and taking my hand.
I lead her through the crowd to the dance floor. The music is even louder here and there's so many people that are bumping into me but I don't care. I'm only focused on the girl in front of me. Her dress is blue with short sleeves and ruching up the sides. It hugs all her curves and ends mid-thigh. It'd be a privilege to be suffocated by her thighs.
"So what's your name?" I ask, smiling as she sways her hips.
"Zelda." I raise my brows slightly. I've never heard that name before. It's pretty like her. "It's German," she giggles.
"Oh so German name with a British accent. Got it." It's just an accent but everything about her is hot.
She smiles again. "I was born there. I moved here when I was younger."
"That makes one of us interesting," I laugh. I put my hands on her waist, squeezing a little and feeling how soft she is. She places her hands on my chest in return. She's gotta be into me at least a little bit right?
"You didn't tell me what your name is."
I snap out of it. "Right, sorry. It's Link."
"Link? As in like a computer link?"
I laugh with her. "Pretty much. Not as special as a German name but it gets the job done." She blushes again. At this point, I'm trying to make her blush.
"Um...are we going to dance?" she asks, changing the subject.
"I was waiting for you." I take my hands off her waist and stretch my arms a little.
"What are you doing?" she laughs.
"Dancing." I listen to the music, letting my body move to the beat. She stares at me in shock. Most people don't expect me to be a dancer. And there's nothing like a little bit of dancing rizz.
I stop for a moment. "You gonna join me or watch?"
"You know how to dance?"
"Yes and I want to dance with you."
"I-I'm not that good-" I pull her close by her waist.
"You don't have to be." I spin her like the professional I am, catching her again and dancing against her. "Just follow me." She grins and sways her wide hips again, practically grinding on me. Not that I mind.
She starts off a little stiff and tense like she's worried about who's watching. I'm not. This feels right.
It was already fun before but now she's getting into it. She turns around, her back against me and grinds her ass into me. Hard. Fuck. I grab her waist, swaying with her while keeping my hips pressed into her fat ass. She pops her hips up, twerking against me now. It feels too good and I can't help it. There's no way she can't feel how hard I am but she doesn't stop. I let her lead and only grip her waist to keep her against me. This is already going further than I thought it would. I like it.
She turns back around, flushed and breathless with a smile. She likes it too. I pull her close again and lean down, leveling my mouth to her ear. She even smells sexy.
"Wanna get out of here?" I pull back to see her reaction. She bites her lip while smiling, getting lip gloss on her teeth. I want her lip gloss smeared on me.
She nods. "Yeah." I don't need to be told twice. I put my arm around her waist, pushing back through the crowd. I wasn't expecting to fuck tonight. Glad I decided to stay out.
The bouncer nods to me on our way out. He watched me come in alone and now I'm leaving with this goddess of a woman.
I open my car door for her, staring at her thighs when she sits. Maybe she'll crush my face with them if I ask nicely.
I get in too, starting my car. "My place or yours?"
"Yours." I'm really glad I cleaned earlier. I get to ruin her on fresh sheets. They'll smell like her.
I put my hand behind her seat, turning my body around so I can back out. I don't do this normally but I know girls like it. I can feel her eyes on me as I back my car out. It's addicting.
She turns on the radio, dancing in her seat to the music. I have the windows rolled down slightly, letting in the warm summer breeze. Driving at night in the summer is already an emotion on its own but throw in a hot girl you met at the club and it's that same feeling on steroids.
The drive to my apartment isn't long. I've never been so glad to come home. I park in my spot, getting out before she can open her door herself. I hold her hand, heading for the stairs.
Standing outside my door, I get my key without having to fight the other keys on the ring. It's like it's all going my way tonight.
I lock the door once we're inside, making sure to slide the chain lock in the door. I don't live in the best part of town but my apartment complex is usually fine. Usually.
Once I turn around, she puts her hands on my chest, leaning in. Looks like we're not wasting any time. I close the gap, making out with her. Her lip gloss is fruit punch flavored. It coats my lips but I want it messier. I pull her closer, tilting my head to kiss her harder. That's better. She's a good kisser too. Shit. A really good kisser. It's like she's hungry. I'm starved.
I pull away, our mouths making a wet sucking sound. "Let's go to my room." She flushes pink, almost matching the shade staining around her mouth.
Our hands are on each other again the second we make it to my room and our kisses are even more frantic than before. It's taking everything to not strip her right now. I kind of want her to take the lead. She's a little shy but I saw how much she enjoyed grinding on me. I want to let her explore.
I swipe my tongue across the inside of her lip, tasting more of her gloss. The best part is her sigh. Her body jolts when I plunge my tongue into her mouth. The smell of her perfume, the way she tastes; it's making me drunk. I want more. I want her to drown me.
She grabs the hem of my baggy shirt, shoving it up without hesitating. I lift my arms, letting her take it off. She stares at me before pressing her hands to my abs. I reach around, finding the zipper on her dress while she touches me. I let my fingers trace her spine when I unzip it. I can't wait to put my mouth on this soft skin of hers.
I peel off her tight dress, staring at her cleavage while she works on my belt holding up my cargo pants. I drag my gaze over her pale body. She's thick in all the right places: her breasts, stomach, thighs and hips. I want to put my lips everywhere.
I don't resist when she pushes me towards my bed. I drag her with me, kicking away my pants when they tangle around my ankles. I grab her hips, pressing her down into me and let her grind again. It feels even better without all those damn layers. I push her slightly to the side, fitting myself in her slit. She sighs again and I groan into her mouth, pushing her hips back and forth. Suddenly, she gasps and jolts. Found it. I keep the same movement, rubbing her clit with my cock through our underwear. My fingers pinch into her hips from the pleasure. It's only going to get better from here.
She squeezes my shoulders, pulling away from our sloppy kiss and her breath hitches. "W-wait," she pants. "It's too-oh!" She soaks my underwear. She's so sensitive she squirted just from that. This is going to be a fun night.
I reach over, flipping my lamp on while she grinds out the last of her pleasure. I want to see everything.
"Can I eat you out?" I pant. I want to taste her.
She slows her grinding and sits on my hips, keeping all the warmth between us from her arousal. I feel myself sink deeper into her slit. I hope she likes it rough.
"I-I've never..."
"You've never been eaten out before?"
"No it just...it never felt very good before." That's unfortunate. But my lucky day. I'll show her what it's like.
"Take off your underwear and get up here." I'm already drooling. I'm going to bury my face between her thighs.
"You want me to...sit on your face?"
"I want you to crush my face until I'm suffocating." I feel her get even more wet. At the same time, her cheeks turn redder. I play with the waist of her underwear, urging her to take them off. I grin when she does. I shuffle down my bed and she climbs over my face, giving me a perfect view of her sex. She's soaked and ready for me. The scent makes me stiffer than I thought possible. I bet she tastes even better.
"Don't be shy," I say when she still hasn't buried me between her legs. "Fuck my face." She lowers herself and I make her jolt with some tongue fucking. She tastes like dessert.
I keep tongue fucking her, feeling out her ridges. Warmth drips down the side of my face and she tangles her fingers in my bangs, moaning quietly. I lick up her slit next, coating my tongue in her juices. I swallow, circling my tongue around her entrance. I feel her legs shake on either side of my head. I haven't even gotten to her clit yet.
I grab her thighs and force her to rock back and forth. I was serious when I said I wanted her to fuck my face. She jolts again when I start eating her, gulping down all her arousal. Her grip on my hair tightens, and she squeezes her thighs together, crushing my face into her. All I taste and smell is her. It's heaven. Whoever fucked her before obviously didn't appreciate this goddamn meal in front of them.
I lick up to her clit and she moans loudly, jerking her hips forward. That's a good girl. I lick her bulb as she about pulls my hair out. She rolls her hips forward and back, taking control. It's fucking sexy. I moan against her so she feels the vibrations. She tastes too good to not moan. I grip her ass, flexing my fingers in the softness. This is all too good. And all I wanted earlier was her number. I didn't think she'd end up in my bed.
She comes again and I don't give her a break. I attach my lips under her hood, sucking her clit off. She moans loud enough to wake up the neighbors. I couldn't care less.
"Link!" she shrieks. "D-don't stop!" She practically screams when I suck her even harder, licking her sensitive clit at the same time. I can't breathe at all when she drops her full weight on me, squirting and covering my face in her juices. I reach down, shimmying off my underwear while she comes down from her high.
"Oh my god," she pants, climbing off my face. I suck in a deep breath, gasping for air. That was better than I'd expected. "Are you okay?"
"I'm great." I feel high. It's never tasted that good before. I start to sit up, grinning when she shoves me back down. Is she gonna ride me too?
I sit up again when she straddles my waist and I unhook her bra. This just keeps getting better.
I shove my still wet face in between her breasts, smelling her expensive perfume. I grab one, massaging it while attaching my mouth over her other, licking her nipple. She shudders again, her legs tightening around my waist. I'm teasing myself. I'm pressing into her soaked slit but I won't take it any further yet. Not until I play with her a little more.
"Oh..." she moans. I flick her nipple with my tongue, moving my mouth to her other to give it the same treatment. She reaches between us, grabbing my cock. Now I moan and she pumps her hand, making my hips buck up. Fuck.
She shoves me back down onto my bed, making the mattress bounce. Sexy as fuck.
With her hand around the base, she lowers herself down. She's tight. I feel her stretching around my tip, letting me into her hot sex. I grab her hips, helping her down while trying to keep myself flat on the bed.
"Ah!" She pushes her hands into my stomach when she's only halfway. "You're really big!" Or she's just fucking tight. It feels like I shouldn't fit.
"We can stop," I suggest. I want to fuck but only if it's fun for both of us. I'd still eat her all night.
"N-no! You put it in."
"You sure?" She nods with her eyes closed. I grip her hips tighter, her juices dripping down onto my erection. I slowly lift my hips, making her suck in a sharp breath when I push myself in fully. It's like she's squeezing me inside her.
She follows me back down when I drop my hips, keeping me inside her. "Good?" I ask.
"Y-yeah." She adjusts her knees, putting more weight onto my stomach and she rolls her hips back, the cold air wrapping around my shaft. Then she rolls forward, pushing me back into her to the hilt. It's agonizingly slow and I grip her thick thighs. She needs to get used to me before I can give her the best night of her life.
"S-shit," I moan. Her ridges rub against my tip, sending warm jolts of pleasure up my body. My fingers sink into her soft skin. I might leave bruises.
She speeds up, panting each time she pushes me in deep. I feel myself part her, her walls closing in again when she leaves only my tip in her. I slide in easy, her sex drenched in love juices.
She stops rolling her hips and adjusts her knees again, raising herself up and dropping her weight back down, plunging me into her.
"Fuck!" I moan when she repeats it, bouncing up and down on my length. "F-fuck Zelda!" She only speeds up, bouncing harder. The friction is fucking perfect and the way she's putting all her weight on me, digging her hands into my stomach.
I reach up, grabbing her breasts again. I couldn't resist with the way they were bouncing above me, taunting me with their softness. I massage them while she rides the fuck out of me. I don't bother holding back my moans. All the neighbors are gonna know who I'm fucking tonight.
"FUCK!" I wasn't ready for her to clench so hard. Her head falls back, her eyes closed and lips parted in a silent moan as she comes again. She grabs her own breasts over my hands, making me squeeze them. My fingers sink in deep and I flex them, massaging her through her orgasm. Her nipples are hard under my palms and she's still clamped around me.
She leans forward, almost laying on me and she sucks on the skin just under my collarbone. Now she's marking me, making me hers tonight.
I grab her hips again, lifting her up slightly to give myself some room. Then I buck my hips up, plunging myself deep into her warmth. She whimpers, her lips still attached to my chest. I thrust harder, grabbing her ass. I'm going deeper than before, finding new sensitive places for us to enjoy. Her nails dig into my arms, the pinches feeding my desire.
I let out an involuntarily huff with each rhythmic thrust and my eyes slip closed. I've never had sex this good. I'm surprised I haven't came yet. It's like I'm trying to drag it out, soaking up every bit of pleasure she has to offer. There's no way I won't be thinking about this for weeks.
I speed up, fucking her harder. My grunts and moans get louder as I pound into her, her love juices splashing with the friction. I feel myself tipping on the edge of my own release. I'm desperate for it. I need to fall apart like she did.
"S-shit!" I'm so close. So fucking close. "Shit!" She's moaning too, helping me get off. It's too good.
"F-fuck! Fuck Zelda!" I shove into her, making her squeal. I fill her up with my warm climax, feeling it drip out of her and back onto me. My breath hitches in my throat, refusing to let me moan.
I finally drop my hips and she climbs off, letting me out of her with a sucking sound. I'm still half-stiff and stunned. That was the best fucking in my life.
"Hey-" I turn to talk to her, finding her passed out next to me. I grin to myself. I know I did it right if I exhausted her like that.
I pull the blankets over her and put on a pair of boxers. I'll worry about a shower tomorrow.
I flip my lamp off and get in bed next to her, pulling her close by her waist. I'm exhausted too. I'll get her number tomorrow. She seemed like she liked me before we started getting handsy. Maybe she'll actually want to go out.
I sit up with my eyes half closed. Why is there a fucking alarm going off?
I flip over and see Zelda sitting up with the sheets pulled up, covering her chest. The alarm is hers. It's too damn early.
"Hey," I say, dropping my head back on the pillow. My hangover isn't too bad. Looking at her sexy ass is making it better.
"H-hi." She looks at her phone and pushes her messy hair out of her face. "I have to go."
"Already?" I thought maybe she'd want to fuck again.
"I really shouldn't have stayed the night." Damn. At least she didn't say we shouldn't have slept together. That would've sucked.
"I mean you could take a shower first if you want." Her running out the door makes me feel a little obnoxious like I fucked her and kicked her out.
"That's alright." She starts to get up and pauses. "Could you turn around?" Okay? I do but why is she acting like I didn't have my hands all over her last night? Her naked body is an image I won't forget.
I listen to her clothes rustling, forcing myself to keep my arm over my eyes. Does she think it was a mistake? Because I don't. I wouldn't mind if this became a thing. And I'd like to take her out on an actual date, get to know her some more. I like her.
"Could you zip me up?"
"Yeah." I roll out of bed, groggy as hell. I'm usually not up for awhile since I don't work until later.
She turns around, pulling her long hair over her shoulder. I grab the zipper and close the back of her dress. It's starting to feel like last night didn't happen.
"Thanks." And then she walks away. I follow her out of my room into the rest of my small apartment.
"Do you need a ride or?"
"My friend is picking me up."
"Okay..." Why is it so awkward now? Last night was amazing and now it's feeling more like a fever dream.
"Hey," I say, getting her attention again after the awkward silence. "Can I get your number?"
"Why?" she squeaks. Not the reaction I was expecting.
"I mean." I scratch the back of my head. "I thought maybe we could go out sometime? Or do this more often?" I'm not sounding very confident right now.
"I-I thought this was going to be just a one night thing." Well shit. She really only wanted to have a one night stand. I'm not mad, just a little disappointed. She seemed like a fun girl to date.
"Oh yeah...that's cool too." How awkward could I possibly be?
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you think-"
"No, don't apologize. That was on me." It was too good to be true. She's too pretty for me anyway. And she has alarms set so she's already more responsible than me.
"You're not mad?" Huh?
"No? Am I supposed to be?" I laugh.
"I don't know. I guess I just kind of assumed you'd be upset." Who hurt her?
I smile, trying to lighten up the mood. "I mean getting rejected doesn't feel great but no, I'm not mad about it."
"I'm sorry," she apologizes again. Seriously though, who hurt her? "I think you're nice if that helps?" Hey, she thinks I'm nice.
"I try." She smiles now. She really would've been a fun girl to date. But I went for my shot, fucked her last night and now it's over.
I look down at my outfit of only boxers. "I'm uh...gonna go put on pants so I can walk you down when your friend gets here."
"Oh you don't have to-"
"It's really no big deal. And this isn't the best part of town so you really shouldn't walk around alone."
"Well in that case, I'll gladly accept your escort." Damn does rejection sting. That was dorky. I'm a dork. I want a dorky girl. That's part of the reason I broke up with Ruto. We just didn't fit. I was too much of a doofus for her.
I go back to my room, grabbing sweatpants from my drawer. My clothes from last night are still all over the floor. I'll pick them up later. I just pull my sweatpants on for now and go back out to wait with Zelda.
It's more awkward silence with her standing by my door like she's ready to run out. I stick my hands in my pockets, staring at the floor.
"So are you a dancer?" she asks, breaking the silence.
"That I am."
"That's cool."
"Thanks..." Her friend needs to hurry up. "Do you have any hobbies?"
"College is pretty much my life." She's in college? Maybe she's younger than I thought. "Are you in college?"
Now I laugh a little. "No, I got my Associates and called it quits." I barely scraped by. I hate school and I wanted more time for dance anyway.
"You already graduated?"
"I mean I'm almost twenty-two. It'd be embarrassing if I was still working on a two year degree." She blushes and looks away. Please don't tell me I just fucked an eighteen year old. "I know this is like rude as hell, but how old are you?"
"Twenty." She doesn't sound very sure of herself and I tip my head slightly. "Almost," she adds. I guess that's not too bad. Depends on how almost her "almost" is.
Her phone buzzes and she's looking at it in seconds. "My friend is here." Looks like it's the end of whatever this was. A successful one night stand or a rejection with sex?
I unlock the door, holding it open for her. We go back down the stairs we were running up yesterday. We couldn't get to my apartment fast enough.
Her friend isn't parked; she's just stopped in front of the apartments. She looks familiar...I did shots with her last night. I guess she had collected the group of women she was after. Nice.
"I uh...I had fun last night," Zelda says, taking a couple steps backwards towards her friend.
"Yeah me too." Way too much fun.
"Bye."
"Bye." This is so awkward.
She opens the door and her friend starts saying stuff. It sounds like she's scolding her?
"Not the time, Impa!" Zelda says back, getting in the car and closing the door. And now I'll never see her again.
I trudge back upstairs. I'm hungry but I'm tired too. I was up all night and her alarm woke me up way too early. I also need a shower. It can wait.
I fall face first into my bed and groan loudly into my pillow. I think I'm just thirsty as hell. I liked being in a relationship, just not the person I was in a relationship with. The sex wasn't nearly as good as last night either. It didn't have me thinking about it the next morning. I know Zelda is going to linger for a while. That's the part that sucks. I'm going to be thinking about her, knowing she just wanted to fuck while I actually liked her but also wanted to fuck. My head hurts thinking about it.
I wake up again feeling slightly refreshed. And gross. I drag myself to the bathroom and strip, finding all the dried leftovers from last night. Ugh. And I have a huge ass hickey on my chest. That I do like.
I take a long, hot shower, putting on a new pair of sweatpants. I still have a bit before work so I go in front of my mirror, practicing a move I've been struggling with. Urbosa has been on my case about it. She owns the dance studio with her cousin Nabooru. Her cousin's half is pole dancing while hers is the hip hop that I do. Not that I haven't gone to one or two of the pole dancing classes. As far as I'm concerned, I could be a stripper. Anyway, Urbosa turned us from self-taught street dancers to professional menaces who get hired as backup dancers. I actually have a music video I'm doing in a couple months.
Ohhhh. That's how I do it. It's funny how things click sometimes.
I stretch next, practicing my split. I need it for some cartwheel variations I'm learning and one-handed handstands. I like to incorporate some breakdancing along with some flips. It's really just me being extra. But it also looks cool.
My mind wanders back to dancing with Zelda last night. The way she grinded on me like no one was watching. It felt so good. I really wish yesterday wasn't for just one night.
I drag myself off the floor and my pity party. I have to get ready for work. Hopefully that will take my mind off it.
I pull on my black pants and black button up, folding the sleeves up to my elbows. I really don't like wearing tight clothes and my uniform is the only tight outfit I own. Everything else is baggy and loose. It's easier to dance in.
I mindlessly drive to the restaurant. I'm still tired. I'm usually up late but I'm not usually up late fucking. I'm definitely not going to stop thinking about it anytime soon.
I go inside, passing by the koi pond. It's not my turn to feed the fish today so I go straight to the back. Daruk, the owner, is already cooking.
"Hey little guy!" he greets me in his obnoxiously loud voice. I don't think I'm that little but Daruk is an absolute unit of a man and everyone looks little to him. I swear his hands are as big as my head.
"Hey." I yawn and stretch. I'm so damn tired. "Is Mipha in yet?" She's my dance partner, work best friend, and fellow Asian. I guess she's more like a regular best friend. We're always together and we tell each other everything like seventh grade girls.
"Now I am," she says behind me. She's wearing the same uniform as me with her red hair in a high ponytail, leaving out her bangs.
"Copying my hairstyle again?" I tease.
"It's not copying if I look better with it." Someone chose violence today.
"Now that's just rude as hell."
"Language!" Daruk yells at me.
"I'd say sorry if I was." He shakes his head. He knows he loves me.
I wipe down tables with Mipha and set them with white people utensils and chopsticks. One of the funniest parts of my job is watching people try to use chopsticks.
"Why do you look so tired?" Mipha says as we tie on our aprons.
"I was up all night." Having the best night.
"Doing what?"
I suck my teeth and shove straws into my apron pocket. "I was with a girl."
"I didn't know you were dating anyone." I wish I was. I miss being in a relationship.
"I'm not."
"Oh it was like that."
"Yeah but it's not like I was going for that when I met her. I just wanted her number and then it just kinda went from there..." Went from talking to grinding to kissing to fucking. And then rejection. I hate life.
"Are you gonna date her?"
"No, she said she just wanted it to be one night."
"Oh," she laughs. "That sucks."
"Haha it's so funny. I actually liked her."
"I'd assume if you slept with her."
"I liked her before that came to mind."
"Sure it did." She turns and walks away. I'm sure she's just getting revenge for when I messed with her about her boyfriend. He's just so grumpy and gets his feathers ruffled easily. I love pissing him off. I'll see him tomorrow at dance. He's extra salty because I'm Mipha's dance partner and not him. First, he's just too damn tall for her and second, he's not as good as either of us because he started later.
I'm even more tired after we open for dinner. Weekends are always our busiest days. I'm waiting seven tables right now. People need to slow down on their drinks so I have time to take orders before they need a refill. Like you can't possibly be that thirsty Susan.
A guy hands me his plate, telling me his steak is still raw. It doesn't look raw to me but I have to take it to Daruk anyway.
"We have a complainer," I say when I get back in the kitchen. "He said this is raw."
"That's not raw," Daruk says, barely looking up from the pan he's tossing.
"Well what do you want me to do?"
"Just a second. I'll overcook some for him." Ew. I'd still eat it but steak is better when it's pink in the middle.
"You have table five now too," Mipha says, passing me with her tray full of plates.
"I already have seven tables."
"I have a party of twenty."
"Ughhh."
I take back the guy's plate with his new steak and make my way over to table five. No fucking way.
"Alone again?" I ask. Zelda looks up at me like she saw a ghost.
"W-what are you doing here?" she says, looking around.
"I work here? What are you doing here?"
"I..." she looks past me again. Why is she so jumpy? "I'm here with my...my boyfriend." I go through the five stages of grief. What the actual hell?
"You-your boyfriend?" She nods with her cheeks bright red. She's not single! And we fucked! I was the side guy last night! No wonder she was acting so weird! She was cheating!
"You can't say anything!" I wasn't going to. I'm not trying to get in a fight.
"I'm not stup-" I shut up when I see a guy with black hair and a red hoodie striding towards us. He looks pissed like he knows. I'm gonna be pissed if I get in a fight.
He pulls his chair out and picks up his menu without saying a word to her. If I thought this morning was awkward, this is a thousand times worse. He has no idea she was naked in my bed this morning, I didn't know she had a boyfriend, and she's sitting in the middle of it.
"You gonna take our drink orders or what?" he says without looking up from his menu. Asshole.
"You don't need to act like that, Kohga," Zelda says quietly.
"Are you paying now?" he says, finally looking at her with a glare. "Didn't think so." Wow. I guess I see why she was so worried I'd be mad this morning.
"What can I get you?" I ask, snapping out of it. I still need to do my job. I want to get paid. I'm a borderline poor boy.
"Just water," Zelda says with her head hung.
"A Red Eye." Ugh.
I go to the bar, putting in the order for his drink before I go to get her water. Mipha is here filling drinks too.
"I fucked up," I say, grabbing a glass and the pitcher of ice water.
She stacks about ten full glasses on her tray. "Did you drop something?" I wish that's all I did.
"No-"
"Then what'd you do?"
"I fucked another guy's girl!" That's so messed up! I never would've talked to her if I knew she had a boyfriend.
Mipha looks at me like I'm crazy. "Huh?"
"Remember when I said I was with a girl last night? She's here. With her boyfriend. I didn't know she wasn't single!"
"That's not really your fault if you didn't know."
"If he finds out, I'm the one he's going to be pissed at."
"Then act like nothing happened."
"How! I ate her out like there was no tomorrow!"
"I really didn't need to know that."
"Sorry but I'm just saying." I peek around the wall to look at them. It looks like they're arguing.
"Maybe it's too late," Mipha says, doing nothing for my nerves. "He looks like he knows."
"Thanks for the optimism." I fill Zelda's glass and go back to work.
"Well where were you all night?" Kohga snaps. Shit.
"I was out with Impa!"
"All damn night?!" I kept her up all damn night.
"Yes!"
I set her water down in front of her. I don't ask if they're ready to order yet. I escape to a different table, scribbling down their orders and then I go back to the kitchen to get someone else's order. Shit! His drink!
I stop at the bar, getting his drink and adding it to my already full try. I set his drink down without stopping. They're still arguing. And I still need to get their order. After I drop the tray off.
"Fine! I was with a guy!" Oh no.
"Who?!"
"It doesn't matter!"
"The hell it doesn't! Who was it?!" Don't say anything please! I'm begging you!
I try to walk past. I'll switch with Mipha and avoid waiting their table. That way I don't-
"The waiter since you want to know so bad!" Fuck.
I freeze with the tray under my arm, cringing and slowly turning towards their table. The other customers are silent too, listening in on the drama. I'm on the wrong side of it.
He looks between me and her, rage taking over his expression. "Are you fucking kidding me? Him?"
"We met at the club and went back to his apartment." Why is she telling him? I thought the point was to not let him find out!
He shoves his chair back, standing up. Well fuck.
"You put your hands on her?" he seethes, getting closer to me.
"Look man, I didn't know-" He steps even closer getting in my face. I put my hand on his chest holding him back. "You don't want to get in a fight with me," I warn. I spent at least half of my life getting into fights and winning them.
"Sit down!" Zelda yells at him. "He didn't do anything!" I mean I did but I wouldn't have if I'd known.
"Touch her again and see what happens," he spits. After all this, I'm never having a one night stand ever again.
"Let's go," he says to her.
"What do you-"
"I said let's go!" He's really an asshole.
She gets up with her head hung, refusing to look at me. Cheating is a shitty thing to do but I see why she wouldn't be happy with him. She should break up with him though, not cheat. It only makes already aggressive guys flip their shit. I just hope he doesn't do anything to her.
I go back to the kitchen, feeling all the stares on me. Everyone in the damn restaurant knows what happened. I can't wait until they leave. I can't wait to leave.
"It could've been worse," Mipha says.
"I don't see how."
"You could've gotten punched in the face."
"That's true." Glad I didn't. We make dance videos all the time and I'm usually in the front. I wouldn't want a giant bruise.
"Wanna go to the studio after this? It'll help you relax."
"No, I think I'm just gonna go home and rot away on the couch." My sheets still smell like her. I'll probably end up sleeping on the couch to avoid it.
"That works too."
I work late until we close. Daruk sends us home with food like he always does. Love that guy. I call him mom sometimes because he feeds us.
When I get home, there's a piece of paper taped to my door.
I'm calling the landlord if you get loud again!
Fucking Muzu. All he does is complain when he's the one who plays opera music like it's a theater. But he gets mad when I dance. The downstairs neighbors can't hear me but somehow he can. He just wants to complain.
I get a pen and scribble my own message.
If you're jealous, just say that
Satisfied, I slap the note onto his door and go home to relax. That psychopath boyfriend of hers could've gotten me fired. I doubt Daruk would fire me if I was attacked but I don't think he'd like me knocking out a customer. Which is what I would've done.
I change back into baggy sweatpants without a shirt and get my controller to play video games before I fall asleep. Looks like I'm back to where I was in the beginning, playing video games, dancing, and working. If today was anything, it was a slap upside the head telling me I'm not ready to date yet. And I agree. It's a little too wild out there right now.
I play a few matches of Call of Duty with Ganon before he texts me, saying he's spending the night with Veran again. I don't even try to understand his relationships. Or how he doesn't have like fifty diseases. Or lung cancer I swear. All that smoking. We actually used to hate each other until we got into a fight so bad we hospitalized each other. Then it was like we got all our anger out and called it truce. Weird bromance story right there.
I turn on a show for background noise, and to piss Muzu off, and I lay down to go to sleep. It was way too long of a day. I just want to sleep it all off and forget. Sometimes, I wish there was a way to erase your memories. There's a handful of things I want gone.
Just as I'm dozing off, I hear a light knock on my door. I ignore it. I don't answer my door at night. Too many weirdos.
Another knock, a little louder this time. I turn the volume up. I just want to go to sleep and put today behind me.
The next knock sounds like the damn police. I groan and roll off the couch, grabbing the baseball bat I keep by the door. If this is Muzu, I swear to God, I'm gonna make his head even flatter.
I look through the hole. Zelda?
I set my bat back down and undo the chain lock, opening the door to see her standing outside of it. The first thing I notice is the bruise on her cheek.
"What the fuck-"
"Can I come in?" I gape at her. She used me to cheat on her boyfriend, told him, I almost got into a fight at work, and then he threatened me. Now she wants to come in?!
"I really don't want to be a part of...whatever this is. You should just go home."
"I can't. He'll look for me there." Fuck.
"Okay then your friend's?"
"He'll look for me there too."
"You don't have anywhere else to go?"
"No." I tap the door, thinking about it. Why am I her fallback? She met me yesterday. I could be a serial killer for all she knows. "Please?" I can't say no. I'm not gonna leave her out if her boyfriend is looking for her. I'm assuming he wants to hurt her considering the bruise on her cheek.
"Yeah," I sigh, opening the door the rest of the way. She scurries in. She brought a damn overnight bag. She really came here with the assumption I'd let her stay. And she was right.
"You can take the bed," I say. "I was gonna sleep on the couch anyway."
"I actually wanted to talk to you." Oh god. "I was going to explain-"
"I think I have the story," I interrupt. "You don't like him so you cheated on him with me and now you're hiding because he hurt you. I suggest you get a restraining order."
"There's more to it than that-"
"Okay great. I still don't want to be a part of this. I'll let you crash here tonight but I'm not gonna be a side guy or whatever."
"Can I apologize please?" Oh she has a bossy mode. This is not the time to be getting turned on.
"Fine, I'm listening."
"Thank you." She drops her bag and takes off her shoes like she lives here. "I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry for putting you in the middle of it. It's just...he's awful and he cheated on me more than once and then you started talking to me in a way that made me feel good about myself and I guess I was just desperate to be with someone who actually cared. And I wanted to hurt him back, as childish as that is." Damn. He's a piece of shit.
"Yeah I guess I could see why you'd do that." I still wouldn't have slept with her if I knew.
"You can?"
"Yeah I mean he sounds like an asshole. If you have to stay for a couple days, that's fine." I don't want him to do worse to her.
"Thank you..."
"No problem." The silence is the same as this morning. "Uh...goodnight then."
"Wait. I wasn't done."
"O-oh." I didn't know there was more to talk about.
"Were you serious about wanting to go out with me?"
"That was before I found out you have a boyfriend. I never would've done anything yesterday if I knew."
"I broke up with him." Oh.
"You did?"
She points at the bruise on her cheek. "He didn't take it very well."
"You should probably call the police." There's no way that's the first time he's hit her.
"He's just going to say I'm lying. And I'd rather put it behind me."
"Invest in pepper spray then." Guys like that don't give up easy.
She smiles a little. "Noted." I stick my hands in my pockets and look everywhere except for at her. My work clothes are still on the floor because I stripped once I got inside and I left all the take-out containers on the counter. "So..."
"So...are you going to bed now?"
"Do you still like me?" This isn't what I need.
"I don't know," I shrug. "Being a rebound isn't much better than being the guy on the side."
"I'm not rebounding," she squeaks. "I haven't had feelings for him for months; I was just scared of what he'd do if I broke up with him." Why is life so complicated? "I want someone better."
"We don't know each other."
"We could." That's so fucking tempting. "Can't we try?" She puts her hands on my bare stomach, pushing them up slowly while begging with those big green eyes of hers. I hadn't even noticed her step so close.
"Dating or fucking?" I say, leaning back against the counter.
"Both." Logic and reasoning leaves my brain. I want to sleep with her again, even after that whole mess. Sex with her is too good to resist.
"I could do both." I slip my hand around her waist, pulling her to me until her body is pressed against mine. She stands on her toes, closing her eyes and puckering her pink lips. There goes self-control.
Our kiss is soft at first, our lips barely brushing over each other. All it takes is a deep breath and a hip pull to turn it into a wet makeout session. She grabs my sweatpants, fumbling with the tie and I hold her wrists.
"I-I thought you wanted to-" she stumbles.
"I do." I kiss her again, moving my hands to the bottom of her shirt. "But if you want me, I have to show you what you're getting into." Last night was only a taste.
She smiles a little. "What do you call last night then?"
"A warm up." I yank her shirt up. She raises her arms, letting me take it off. I unbutton her shorts next, tossing them to the floor. I stop her when she tries to untie my sweatpants again. I'm gonna ruin her first.
She yelps when I pick her up. Her soft thighs tighten around my waist and I carry her to my room with ease, tossing her onto my bed like she weighs nothing. I kiss her lips again, trailing down to her jaw, her neck and even further down. I reach under her, unhooking her bra and throwing it behind me. Her nipples are already hard.
Remembering how sensitive she is, I kiss one lightly, her gasp music to my ears. Her back arches under me when I take her in my mouth, licking the point. She has her perfume on from last night. I breathe it all in before sucking her boob. She squirms again, away from the pleasure. Too bad. I move my mouth to her other side, kissing and sucking again.
"L-Link!" she gasps. "Stop teasing me!"
I run my tongue over her hard pink nubs. "I don't think so." I massage them, staring at her flushed face. What else can I do to make her a wet mess?
I kiss between her breasts, dragging my lips down. I plant kisses on her stomach, her breaths quickening the closer I get to the edge of her underwear. I take the elastic band in my teeth, dragging the garment down her legs without my hands. I toss them on the floor too, leaving her clothes scattered all over my apartment.
"I'm gonna eat you until you scream," I say before kissing her thigh, giving her only a small warning of what I'm going to do to her. She smiles at me while biting her lip. I'm sure she's expecting something like last night.
I stand again and grab her legs, yanking her to the edge of my bed. "What are you-" I cut her off by lifting her up, leaving only her shoulders on the bed. "Wait-"
"Open your legs before I do it for you." With a whimper, she spreads her legs wide in the air, letting me look at her perfect wet sex again. "Good girl."
I wrap an arm around her stomach to keep her steady and I plunge between her thighs. She tastes even better and I devour her, eating her soul out. She starts to slide down and I pull her back up without letting her escape my hungry mouth. I'm not stopping until she's in tears.
"Link!" She squirms away and I tighten my arm. She can try all she wants; she's not getting away. "It's too-wait!" A pleasure filled scream escapes her lips. She tries to clamp her thighs shut and I stop for a second, her love juices dripping from my lips.
"Open your legs," I order again.
"But it's too much!" Did I take it too far? I thought she wanted me to do this.
"Want me to stop?"
"N-no," she whimpers. That's a relief. She just got out of an abusive relationship. I don't want to hurt her more even if I have good intentions.
"Say 'I'm done' if you actually want me to stop. Otherwise, keep your damn legs open or I'm gonna do this for hours." I might anyway. She's delicious.
"O-okay." She spreads her legs again, giving me access to her soaked slit, wet with her arousal and my spit. I go back to claiming her, my lips moving like I'm making out with her and I swallow each time my mouth fills with her gushing love juices.
"You weren't kidding!" she shrieks, her raised body tensing up. I tongue fuck her, feeling her narrow walls clenching already. She screams again, soaking my face. I don't slow down. I'll drag her from one orgasm to the next until she forgets what relief feels like.
I lean forward so she can watch me eat her. She's gripping the sheets for dear life, her whole body trembling. Still haven't touched her clit yet. I want her to be overstimulated when I do.
There's knocking on my door again. Pounding. I'd bet it's Muzu. He can take his raggedy ass back home and deal with it.
I make her scream again and he pounds on my door like the little bitch he is. "W-what's that?" Zelda says, gasping as I circle my tongue around her tight entrance.
"My neighbor. Don't worry about him." I don't give her a chance to worry. I suck her clit off, taking all her thoughts away. She squirts in my face again, the warmth getting me addicted. Over her pleasure filled screams, I hear more pounding on my door. If that old piece of shit doesn't leave me alone-
"Open this fucking door!" That's not Muzu.
"It's Kohga," Zelda says, her eyes wide in fear. She's terrified of him. I'll give him someone to be afraid of.
"Just stay here." I let her down and go to the bathroom quick, drying off my face with my towel. I could've left it, let him see what he's missing.
"Zelda!" he yells from outside. "Get your ass out here!" What a bitch.
She's cowering on my bed when I come back. "What are you going to do?" She whimpers. She's trembling in fear now instead of pleasure.
"Make sure he doesn't bother you again." I grab a shirt for her to put on so she's not naked in case this gets out of hand. Then I go into my other drawer and get my gun.
"You have a gun?" she shrieks, pulling my giant shirt over her head.
"I live in the ghetto. Of course I have a gun."
"You're going to shoot him?!" Yes, I'm going to shoot her ex in front of my apartment. I'm not that stupid.
"I'm scaring him, not committing murder." I tuck it in my waistband. He pounds on the door again. "Stay in here."
I unlock my door, yanking it open when his fist is raised to pound on it again. I grab him by the neck of his hoodie and turn us, slamming him against the wall outside my apartment.
"The fuck you doing here?" I growl.
"I came for my girlfriend!"
"She's not here," I taunt. He doesn't have a girlfriend anymore.
"You don't think I know what she sounds like?!"
"You probably know what her faking it sounds like. But it's all real when I make her scream." He clenches his jaw, his chest heaving under my fists. "I bet you can smell her on me too. Wish it was still you?"
"Fuck you!" he seethes.
"I'm already fucking her." He tries to break free and I punch him in the cheek, the jolt shooting up my arm. "And how does that feel? Isn't that what you did to her?" I punch him again. "Hm? How does it feel?"
"She's going to want me back! I hope you enjoy her while you can cause she's going to beg for me to take her back!" That's hilarious.
"I don't think so." I grab his hair and force his head down to show him the gun in my waistband. "You go near her again and I'll fuck you up. Got it?"
"You crazy son of a bitch!"
"At least I don't beat women." I yank him forward again. "Let's go, asshole." He flails as I drag him one-handed towards the stairs by his hoodie. I'm tempted to toss him down the stairs like a ragdoll but I drag him instead, his feet thudding down each step because he can't gain his footing.
I throw him at the running car parked in front of the stairs, assuming it's his. He staggers into it, his body hitting it with a painful thud. "Get out of my fucking sight."
"She's going to want me back! You'll see!" He's saying a lot of shit for a guy who's bleeding and running away in fear.
His tires screech as he drives away. He's nothing more than an insecure little bitch who can't find the clit to save his life.
Zelda is standing in my bedroom doorway when I come back. My shirt goes past her knees. She looks hot as fuck in it though.
"Is he gone?"
"Yeah. He bothers you again, you call me." She smiles a little. "What?"
"You're just really protective."
"And I'm not done with you yet. Go ahead and take that off." She turns bright red and hurries back into my room. Hopefully we can get through the rest of the night without any interruptions.
I put my gun back in the drawer. It's not even loaded but he didn't need to know that.
Fabric hits my back and I turn around, the shirt Zelda was wearing on the floor. She threw it at me and now she's waiting for me, naked in my bed again. Shy freak.
"Lay down," I say, climbing on my bed with her. She shuffles back, looking a little nervous.
"You're done eating me out right?"
"Nope." Her eyes go wide and I grab her legs again, yanking her forward.
"Wait!" I spread her legs, bending her knees and pinning her down. "Link!" I go straight for her clit now, making her scream. She grabs my head and shoves me into her.
I make her squirt all over my face. Sucking her clit makes her squirm so that's all I do now. I don't give her breaks. I keep her pinned down, forcing her to take it. Her screams make me hard to the point that I'm getting impatient. But she tastes too good to want to stop.
Her legs shake violently under my hands when I make her cum again. She doesn't cry out; she only whimpers. I look up, watching tears spill from her half closed eyes. I lick up the last of her arousal. My lips are coated in the slick liquid. I ate good tonight.
"You're evil," she whimpers, covering her eyes. She doesn't even close her legs. I could stare between her thighs, admiring how perfect she is but I want to fuck her with my cock now.
"Ready for more?"
"Oh god."
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Y-yes," she breathes. I'm gonna send her soul to heaven now.
I sit on my knees, untying my sweatpants. She watches me yank them down with my underwear, my erection bouncing once it's free from my clothes. I don't think I've ever been this hard before.
I lift her legs, setting them comfortably on my shoulders. I'd bend her in half to start out with but I don't know how flexible she is. Yet.
I push my tip in a little so I'm ready. "Tell me to slow down if it's too much."
"What do you-" I shove into her, my hips meeting hers in less than a second. Her mouth opens in surprise while I shove her whole body forward. I pull back only to shove into her heat again harder than before. I have to grab her hips to keep her in place.
She moans loudly as I pound her. She feels even tighter than last night, sucking me in each time I pull back. Desperate to go deeper, I lean forward, pushing her legs closer to her chest. I slide in deeper, rearranging her guts with my thrusts.
"C-can you go faster?" she gasps, grabbing the sheets again. I thought it was going to be too rough but if she wants it rougher.
I adjust my hips, ramming into her, listening to her juices splash and her addicting yells of pleasure. I grab the sheets and close my eyes, moaning loudly. I thought last night was the best sex I've ever had. This tops it.
"F-FUCK!" She shouldn't be allowed to feel so good. She's making it hard to let her finish first. I want to let go and mix my climax with hers, watch it spill from her when I pull out. But I can go longer than this.
"You-you're going to be my...nngh...undoing," I grunt. "You feel too goOD!" She clenches around me when I try to talk, making me lose my composure. My thrusts become erratic, the friction pushing me over the edge towards ecstasy.
"LINK!" she screams, her nails digging in my skin deep enough to draw blood. The pain mixes with my pleasure, only making it harder to hold on.
"Let it go, baby!" She comes when I tell her too, her narrow walls clenching so tight I might as well have a fist around my length. It shoves me right off the edge and I fall into euphoria. "SHIT!" My hips jerk forward as I empty in her, feeling wave after wave. I lay on her, bending her in half and I moan into her neck, her sex squeezing out the last of my cum. She shakes under me, short gasps escaping from deep in her throat. With my full self in her, I move my hips up and down, rubbing my tip in her, letting us both enjoy the pressure of me stretching her out.
"That was...really good," I breathe into her neck. "Fuck, that was amazing." I kiss her neck, trying to control my breathing.
I force myself up and I slowly pull out, feeling her close in again. Our cum spills out, my length covered in it. I think I came until I was dry.
"You're not still sleeping on the couch right?" she pants.
"Hell no." I don't think I'd make it to the couch anyway.
We climb under the sheets and she cuddles into me, resting her head on my chest. I keep my arm around her waist, holding her close. This is nice after the rough sex.
"Is it too early to say I feel safe with you?" she asks, her fingers tracing over my stomach.
"Considering I've fucked you twice and already beat up your ex once all before I learned your last name, I'd say that should be the last thing you're worried about happening too early."
"Are we crazy?"
"Oh for sure." She giggles a little, still tracing her fingers over my skin.
"It's Hyrule by the way."
"Hm?"
"My last name. It's Hyrule."
"Sounds like the name of a kingdom," I joke. I'm gonna have to start calling her a princess.
"I guess. I never thought of it like that before. What's yours?"
"Miyamoto."
"Is that Japanese?"
She lifts her head, frowning at me. "Really?" I squint my eyes, making her snort. "I didn't realize."
"It's the blond hair and blue eyes but I swear I'm not a white boy." I just look like one most of the time.
"Can you speak Japanese?" I rattle off a quick sentence. "What'd you say?"
"That I'm tired as fuck and we should go to sleep." I'm exhausted. Two nights in a row of this and if she's staying longer, I guess I can expect more. Who needs sleep anyway?
"Sounds like a good idea." She kisses me before lying back on my chest.
Her breathing steadies in only a few seconds. Her hand is splayed on my stomach and she's cuddled into me like we've been dating for months. The crazier part is I don't mind it. I went from trying to forget her to sleeping next to her a second night in a row. And we still don't know each other. I mean we've gone this far already. I have no idea how this...relationship is going to go but why not try right?