I'm A Star Wars Girl

I told everyone in the room that "enough was enough," shut my eyes and put my headphones on. Thumbing the screen of my phone I switched to the music player widget and hit play. Soon I was taken away room this room of people into a depth of reggae beats and chop chord guitars. I walked the streets, headlights from passing cars blinding me temporarily as I walked with no destination, no sense of purpose. I could go and see her - take my apathy out on her body, sweetly fuck her till she screamed mine or someone else's name - her husbands, one of her many other lovers. I could just walk until my legs gave out or the battery on my phone died - I knew, secretly, which one would be first and then sleep wherever I may find myself under the stars, in the chill of the night wind. Don't you just love the freedom of late night skies? I made my mind up on a destination - anywhere. I walked streets and took turns on a whim. Where would I end up? It was impossible to wander aimlessly in this town, this town that I knew like the back of my hand. Each random turn had a known ending, a place to call upon. I made a decision and caught the next bus. "Anywhere, as far as this will take me," I told the tired looking driver.

"I only go so far."

"Take me there - away from here."

"Your money."

"My time." I sat at the back, my knees resting on the chair in front of me. The occupant turned and asked me to move my knees. Under the hood I caught sight of big green eyes and a lipstick smile. "You have beautiful eyes," I said.

"Just get your knees out of my back."

"I'm Matt - you are?"

"Celine."

"Nice to meet you. Are you going far?"

"I'm going as far as I need."

"Anywhere interesting?"

"I don't think that's your business."

"Neither do I, just making friendly."

"How do I know you're not a rapist?"

"How do I know I'm not." She just looked at me. I looked at her.
"You have kind eyes," she said.

"Thank you," I wasn't sure what she meant so I just smiled. "So where you headed?"

"Home. You?"

"Anywhere. I'm drifting, my will to sit still has left me. I need something new."

"You drink?"

"Only to stay alive."

"I know a bar," her green eyes caught the light and I could see us dancing in the glint, I read her mind, got the wrong idea and fell in love there and then.

"Let's do it."

Celine lead the way off at the next stop. "You paid for further than this," the driver said I left the bus.

"You're lucky night then, spend the extra well," I said, my voice coated in smooth jazz and cigarette fuzz.

The bar was dimly lit, you had to squint to read the prices on the tables. "I'm buying," Celine said.

"Good," I looked at her and slightly smiled, "I left my wallet back where I came from."

"And where was that?"

"I'm not sure - I just don't know."

Celine picked the drinks and ordered them at the bar. She came back, some spilt on her hands. She shivered.

"Let me warm you up," I said. I put an arm around her, pulled her soaked hands up to my mouth and licked the whisky from them. She shivered.

Soft music piped through concealed speakers, something ambient, something free flowing - organic even. We drank the whisky down, and Celine bought more. And more and soon our heads were flowing with the music, in the music. I looked into her big green eyes again and caught a feint glimmer of hope in there. "What're you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm not thinking anything of importance."
"I'm not sure there is anything of importance left right now."

"You and I," she began then paused. "You and I could be important. Let me show you a photo." She pulled open her purse and pulled out a photo of a baby.

"Yours?"

"No. A friends." She put the photo away and took a sip of her drink.

"Anymore to that story?"

"No." We drank in silence until both glasses were drained. "Do you fuck or make love?" she finally said.

"It depends on how the date goes."

"Is this a date?"

"We'd make love."

"Is that your answer?"

"It's s proposal. Not the big kind, just an option."

"I only fuck on the first date."

"We're not compatible then."

"You said it depended on the date."

"We're having a good time. I love you."

"You don't know me."

"I could know you. We'd do it slow, all night - all the time I could make it with you, at least."

"I'd want it hard and fast - it's my rules if you want my body."

"You're pretty fast."

"I know what I want."

"And what's that?"
"Peace on earth, good will to all men and a hard cock to ride for the night."

"You don't want much."

"Less than others, more than most," she looked at me, a hard stare. "So, if this were a date what would constitute it being a fuck instead of making love?"

"We'd bicker over which was better - Star Trek or Star Wars."

"That would be a fuck?"

"That would be a fuck."

"And what if I prefer Battlestar?"

"We'd make love."

"I'm a Star Wars girl."

"We're fucking."

The night was warmer than before, we walked arm in arm, fondling each other as we walked, kissing hard up against the wall. "What if I can't wait?" she said.

"We'll do it now - fucking don't need no bed."

"Beds are for love."

"Exactly."

Celine dropped to her knees, I looked at her, the street was quiet. A car passed and tooted it's horn, the driver could see what the state of play was. I pushed her off, stood her up and pinned her to the wall, kissing her hard, the cool breeze freezing my exposed balls. She lifted up her skirt, I pushed it in her.

After the deed, we walked on, straightening ourselves out as we moved. She was short of breath, my legs had gone weak so we held each other up as we walked.