Evenly Erotic: Short Erotic Stories By Nick Armbrister

Evenly Erotic: Short Erotic Stories
By Nick Armbrister

Ali arrived at nine fifteen exactly, driving her pink customised street style four wheel drive jeep. She looked stunning, wearing her gothic clothing and a bit of rose blusher. Knocking on Pil’s door, she waited for him to answer. The sound of Black Sabbath was audible even now, from outside.
He opened the door and greeted his friend, hugging her and let her in. “Good to see you Ali.”
“You too mate. What you been up to?” the Goth girl commented over the heavy metal music, sitting down in a low lounge chair. “I like your music but would you please turn it down a bit? It’s a bit loud,” she added, grinning.
“Oh you know, the same old stuff. Been working in town on a new building and seeing my mates. Went for a walk before down the road, fell asleep under the sun and got a stiff neck,” he answered, turning the stereo down.
“Oh right, sounds idyllic. Hey, what’s up?” Ali asked, sensing something was the matter.
“Just... well nothing really. I just dreamt of my ex Davina, when I was asleep under the tree when I was out walking,” Pil whispered, looking down at the floor.
“Hey, don’t be sad. We’ve got a good weekend planned, you get to drive to the show in your cool sports car and hey! I’m here now,” she soothed, smiling and reassuringly holding his shoulder.
Making eye contact for the first time with Ali, she saw Pil had been crying. His eyes were red and puffy. “Hey, really it’s going to be fine. Trust me. Don’t be sad, don’t mourn the past. Live for the future.”