April's Fool

Note: This is not an entry for the April Fool's contest. The narrative doesn't revolve around tricks, pranks, or deception--beyond a bit of wordplay and the twist of fate that brings our characters together. Happy Reading!

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April

"What a dick!" Summer exclaimed animatedly.

I laughed. "Doubt his dick's too happy now, after meeting your knee!"

Summer giggled as we found a couple of seats. "Still, him grabbing at you like that..." she shook her head. "Tommy will have thrown him out by now, though. Fancy heading back to the dance floor?"

"No, it's fine. Good to have a breather," I replied, settling down. The music was less deafening here. I could actually hear Summer--and we weren't even shouting.

"So," she stretched out the word playfully. "What's all this about then?"

"Huh?" I played dumb, but she just smirked at me. She knew something was up. We didn't hang out often, only when I really needed to let my hair down. And tonight I'd reached out last minute, desperate for a night out. Honestly, I still wouldn't have hit her up this time if my usual girlfriends had been available. I was surprised she hadn't already grilled me for details.

"I can wait," she said, keeping up her smirk while taking an exaggeratedly casual sip of her drink. "We both know you're going to tell. What is it? Did you lose that big part?"

"No..."

"Ohh, something more personal? Is there a man involved?" I looked away, and she burst into laughter. "Okay, girl. Out with it! You'll feel better."

"Urgh! Fine!" I weighed up how to spin the story. Summer was well aware of my relationship track record; I had a knack for ending up with complete jerks. My overly generous friends would say it's because I'm too trusting, always wanting to believe the best in people, and I'd simply met the wrong guys. But eventually, you start to think the problem's you, right? By that point, me being a gullible fool seemed the most logical explanation.

I dove into my story, telling her about the date I'd been on earlier. Having lost faith in my own judgement when it came to finding love--or even decency--I'd agreed to a blind date, set up by my cousin. It had started off promisingly enough. We'd clicked, shared some flirty banter over drinks, and he'd seemed into it. We even moved on to dinner, at his suggestion. But then things had taken a weird turn.

"He spent the first half of dinner ogling our waitress," I told Summer. "And then, after I caught him at it, he spent the rest of it hiding in the bathroom."

"Oh no!" she cackled, enjoying my misfortune a touch more than I'd have liked. "Wait a minute," she added, as if a thought had just struck her. "Are you telling me, he had you right there, and he was checking out another woman?" At my nod, she shook her head in disbelief. "What an idiot." She gave me an appreciative once-over. "You're looking amazing tonight, girl. His loss."

I allowed myself a small smile, suddenly questioning why I didn't spend more time with her. She never dished out compliments unless she genuinely meant them. Equally, she was never shy about delivering home truths. A straight-talking sort of gal--I could do with a bit more of that in my life.

"You know your problem, April?" she ventured, as if on cue.

A few possibilities sprung to mind: My bank balance? Or perhaps, I'm single while my friends keep sending me plus-one wedding invites? I looked at her quizzically. Pray tell, dear Summer.

"You care too much. Lately, you're always on the hunt for Mr. Right. When's the last time you went for Mr. Right Now? A bit of harmless fun!"

And just like that, I remembered why we didn't hang out more. With Summer, it always circled back to sex. Something must've shown on my face, because she suddenly acted like she had to convince me.

"Oh, come on! There's nothing wrong with letting your hair down now and then. No offence girl, but I can tell you're gagging for it!"

Okay, so maybe she had a point. She was probably even right. I mean, I wasn't going to tell her that, but a no-strings fling sounded pretty darn good... I'd have settled for being desired by someone whose attention wasn't drifting to another woman over my shoulder.

"How's this," she proposed. "We find you a hot guy, you let yourself have a bit of fun, and I'll cover the drinks next time we're out. Deal?"

I made a show of hesitating appropriately before 'giving in'. "Okay fine."

"Yes!" she beamed. "I've had my eye on just the one." She gestured towards a man, seemingly alone at the bar.

I took a moment to assess him. He was cute. Tall, looked to be in his mid-30s. Dressed sharply, nice shoes. He exuded a sense of confidence, even authority. Hmmm.

"Off you go, then!" Summer giggled, giving me a push. I managed a nervous smile, stood up, and smoothed out my dress. After a quick check with Summer to make sure I looked alright, and getting an enthusiastic double thumbs-up, I took a deep breath, put on my confident face, and headed towards the bar.

The Fool

I was just about to finish my drink and call it a night when a brunette slid onto the barstool next to me.

"Hey there," she said, leaning in to make herself heard above the music. "Mind if I sit?" Her lips curled into a friendly smile. She was very cute. Mid-20s, and wearing a dress that hugged her in all the right places, ending just above the knee. I was immediately struck by her eyes--a deep, chocolate brown, large and expressive.

"Please do," I replied, trying to be discreet as I checked her out. What man would mind being next to her?

"You're a lifesaver," she murmured, touching my forearm. "I needed to escape the dance floor. There's a guy who can't take a hint!" Her hand lingered, sending a jolt of excitement through me.

"I can stick around, make sure he doesn't bother you?" I offered.

She gave a grateful smile. "That's sweet, but I think he's got the message now." She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "But I'm glad you're here. You seem more my kind of man."

I felt myself flush at the compliment. Play it cool, buddy. "Thanks."

She giggled and playfully nudged me. "Aww, you're cute! I'm April, by the way."

"Ryan," I replied, introducing myself.

Although I'd received my share of interest from women, April's forwardness was a surprise. I was accustomed to initiating interactions, interpreting subtle cues, and steering the conversation--her confident presence, combined with her youthful energy, was both disorienting and thrilling.

As we chatted, leaning close to hear each other over the blaring music, I was enveloped by her warm, sweet perfume. I couldn't help but sneak glances at her, admiring her body and the way she carried herself. She caught me once, but simply smiled, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Looking straight at me she tilted her head slightly to one side, reached an arm behind her head, and ran her fingers through her hair. There was a flamboyant, yet understated, sexiness to the gesture that quickened my pulse just a little more.

"So Ryan, what's a good-looking guy like you doing all alone?" she asked, drawing out the last word.

I chuckled. "Waiting for a cute girl like you, I guess."

April's smile widened. "Lucky me, deciding to come over then," she quipped.

"Is your boyfriend around tonight?" I ventured, feeling emboldened.

She raised an eyebrow, amused. "Subtle." She leaned in even closer. "I'm single. You?"

"Currently unattached."

"That's fortunate." Her smile turned sly. "The way you've been looking at me--I'd have felt sorry for your girlfriend, you know?"

"Too obvious?"

She held her smile, shaking her head slightly. "Just the right amount." Leaning in, she murmured into my ear, "And if you play your cards right, you might get lucky."

My heart skipped a beat at her insinuation, excitement surging within me. Evidently, my expression betrayed me, as she broke into another grin.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, cowboy," she teased, standing. "You'll have to prove yourself on the dance floor first!" With a flirtatious wink, she spun away, leaving me to follow.

Watching her go, I couldn't help but admire her smooth, toned legs and tight bum. God damn! A mix of anticipation and nervous energy coursed through me; I was astonished at how much her boldness turned me on. I took a breath and followed her, determined to show her what I was made of.

**

As we stepped onto the dance floor, the pulsating rhythm of the music washed over us, and I could feel the bass vibrating through my body. April spun to face me and immediately began to move, hips swaying, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on mine. Now let me tell you, I'm no slouch on the dance floor, but this girl was something else. I thought she'd been self-assured at the bar, but I'd had no idea. In motion to music, April's body confidence seemed absolute. I couldn't take my eyes off her, marvelling at the way she swayed and twisted to the beat. It was like she was in her own world.

I did my best to match her rhythm, but I couldn't hold a candle to her. It felt like she was casting a spell over me, and judging by the stares she was receiving, I wasn't the only one entranced. Part of me was tempted to step back and join the onlookers in admiring the 'April Show'. Sensing my hesitation, she drew me closer.

"You're too tense," she whispered, her fingers tracing a path up and down my arm. "Let go. Feel the beat and move with me."

I was unsure, but went with it. As I did, the dynamic shifted. She guided me with her hands, pulling me in close, and suddenly we were moving as one, our bodies in perfect sync with the music.

"Better," she murmured approvingly, a thrill coursing through me at her praise. She directed my hands around her, encouraging me to explore. My inhibitions slipped further away as I returned her touch; the feel of her lithe figure stoking my arousal. Several times, she spun around, grinding her bum against my crotch, leaving no doubt she was aware of the effect she was having.

The strobe lights flashed around us, casting a kaleidoscope of colours over the crowd. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and perfume. My proximity to April was exhilarating--her warmth, her breath on my neck. I couldn't believe how comfortable she was with me, a stranger she'd just met.

I'd spent almost my entire adult life in relationships and it'd been a long time since I'd had a purely erotic encounter, but I knew where this was headed. She was using the dance floor as foreplay; her look almost screamed that she wanted me. The music slowed to a sultrier tempo, and April's arms wrapped around my neck, pulling us closer.

"Dancing turns me on," she stated unequivocally.

"I can tell," I responded, captivated. "You're very sexy when you dance."

"I'm glad you think so," she replied, pressing herself against me.

I'd always been captivated by expressive eyes, and now I found myself lost in hers, the rest of the room blurring into the background. She tilted her head, presenting an opportunity that I seized to kiss her neck. Her hand guided my lips to hers, and we shared a brief kiss. Her lips were warm, tasting of sweet cocktails and the promise of passion. As we parted, I felt a palpable shift. It was as if we were on the same wavelength. The dancing had worked its magic--there were now other things we'd rather be doing.

"Want to get out of here?" she whispered in my ear, her voice low and sultry.

I didn't need further encouragement. "Yeah," I agreed. "Let's go."

We didn't waste any time. April took my hand, leading me off the dance floor. Before I knew it, we were outside, flagging down a taxi.

**

Throughout the ride, we could barely keep our hands--or lips--off each other. In a brief pause from our fervent kissing, April's mouth found my neck.

"So," she purred, her warm breath tickling my skin. "What do you wanna do at your place?"

Her unexpected question sent a thrill through me. I leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Take you to my bedroom, explore every inch of your body, and make you forget your own name."

A shiver ran through her at my words, her body tensing in anticipation. Pulling back slightly, she looked me straight in the eyes, undisguised desire on her face. "Promise?" she whispered, her voice a blend of hope and challenge. Oh God. I kissed her again, the rest of the ride dissolving into a blur, both of us impatient to reach the privacy of my flat.

No sooner had we crossed the threshold of my apartment than the dynamic shifted gears again. With a sudden, almost electrifying urgency, April pushed me against the wall, her lips crashing hungrily against mine, tongue probing into my mouth.

The sensation of her body melding to mine was incredible, fitting us together as if we were two pieces of a puzzle. Her hands began an eager exploration, tracing the contours of my back and shoulders, leaving trails of heat wherever she touched.

Caught up in the whirlwind of her passion, my fingers found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down in a swift, fluid motion. April's hands roamed to my chest, busying herself with my shirt. She popped the first few buttons teasingly, but as I planted soft kisses down her neck, and my hands explored her butt and thighs, she grew more insistent. Reaching the final few buttons, she gave up on delicacy. With an impatient jerk, she tore them open, and with a sound of triumph peeled the shirt from my shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor, forgotten, as her arms re-encircled me in a tight embrace.

Our kiss deepened into a ravenous, consuming exchange, and she practically jumped onto me, legs wrapping around my waist. Surprised and off-balance, I spun her around, her back crashing into the wall.

An "Oomph!" escaped her, but when I pulled back, to check she was okay, I saw only wild lust on her face. I took a moment to admire the woman in my arms. Things were moving at a frantic pace, but fuck. She was hot. I wanted to slow down and savour the moment, but she had other ideas. Seemingly annoyed by the brief pause, she aggressively pulled me back, her mouth attacking my neck, before whispering urgently in my ear, "Bedroom. Now." Oh Christ. The breathy desperation in her voice was too much.

My involuntary moan was muffled into the warmth of her mouth as our lips met again. Her words ignited something primal within me. We'd only just met but I couldn't remember a time I'd wanted someone so badly.

I lowered April back to her feet, and felt her hand run down my front. Her thumb pressed against my throbbing hard-on, drawing another moan from me. In the heated rush of the moment, I backed up through the apartment, leading her along, her hand rubbing against my cock as we went, our steps hurried and slightly uncoordinated in our eagerness.

Our clothing became a secondary concern, discarded without a second thought. Her shoes here, my belt and trousers there--each dropped haphazardly, creating a sporadic trail that marked our frenzied journey. I tugged off her dress, her frustrated exhale at having to withdraw her hands, turning into a happy sigh, as mine explored her newly exposed body--her skin so smooth and soft beneath my touch.

Finally, we reached the bedroom, only our underwear remaining. The door swung open and we tumbled through, caught in a tangle of limbs.

April

Our momentum carried us to the bed, and we collapsed onto it in a heap, the mattress absorbing the impact. With a giggle, I attempted to push myself up, but Ryan was faster. Already on his knees, he pressed a hand against my stomach, holding me down as he straddled me, his knees either side of my thighs.

I made another half-hearted attempt to rise, but he wasn't having any of it; he just continued to hold me there, smiling. After the preceding frenzied passion, the pause made it feel as if time had painfully slowed. Instinctively, I tried to revive the momentum. I smiled back at him, in what I hoped was a confident, seductive manner.

"Is this the part where you make me forget my name?" I asked brazenly.

No response. Come on! Do something! I felt Ryan's eyes roam my body, as if simply looking at me was what he'd wanted all along. I felt suddenly exposed. This isn't part of the script... I silently thanked my decision to wear sexy underwear--at least I had that. I let my own gaze travel across his lean, well-muscled physique, down to the bulge in his boxers, and then back up. He was still admiring his view, his smile widening into a grin. Christ, he looked good when he did that.

I suddenly realised just how aroused I was, and that he must be able to tell from my panties. Foreplay has it's place, but honestly, I was ready. I moved a hand to his package, hoping to coax him back into action. He emitted a soft groan of pleasure before grasping my wrist and moving it away. Then, he collected my other wrist, pinning them both above my head. I scoffed, almost entirely incapacitated, unsure whether to show my frustration or act playful.

"Are you just going to look, or actually do something?" I challenged.

With that stupidly sexy grin still plastered on his face, Ryan leaned in, lowering his head towards mine. I darted forward, kissing him, but he broke away, moving his mouth to my ear.

"Relax," he whispered. Somehow, his soothing tone did relax me a little. I closed my eyes as he took my earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently. It felt wonderful. I exhaled shakily, feeling some of the tension drain from my body. Then, his hot breath was in my ear again, muddling my thoughts. "Don't worry," his tongue traced the edge of my ear, from bottom to top, before returning for another hot, hushed whisper. "I'm going to do something."

I don't remember if I replied. Mostly, I was trying to hide how my body had started trembling.

Ryan began trailing a series of kisses downwards, delivering a slow, sultry kiss on my neck. I breathed out a sigh in response, stretching my neck to grant him better access. I was so sensitive, my skin was tingling at his touch. He continued along my collarbone, descending to the top of my cleavage. Instinctively, I pushed out my chest.

He chuckled at my reaction, his breath tickling my skin. Freeing my wrists, his hands slid down my arms, quickly finding my front bra clasp. I opened my eyes, watching him intently work the fastening, and lifting my back slightly to help him slide the bra away. Then he paused, taking in my bare breasts. Fighting down a pang of nervousness, I saw something click behind his eyes, triggering another desire-laden smile. He lifted his gaze, his eyes piercing into mine. "Beautiful," he said simply. Something about the sincerity in his voice and the intensity of his look actually made me blush. Wait. What?

Ryan's hands found my hips, then slowly glided up my stomach towards my chest. His hands felt so warm--each time they moved to a new area, my skin tingled, and a fresh wave of pleasure rippled through my body.

Upon reaching my breasts, his hands enveloped them, caressing gently. He bent his head to my chest and licked around one of my nipples, before taking it into his mouth. I gasped as he gently sucked, his tongue flicking out teasingly. Ryan really took his time, lavishing attention on each breast in turn, caressing and fondling the one not being suckled. My nipples were hard and achingly sensitive. I couldn't hold back my oohs and ahs as he worked.

I was so horny--I'd never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to use my hands on him again, but this time he pinned them beside me.