Erotic One-Shot

Heyy loves, here is my Christmas gift to you, another one-shot but different couple. I'm actually planning to turn this one into a book on Patreon pretty soon here. Hope you like it. Happy Holidays! 

I sipped on my drink and stared straight ahead, unable to get Shane's words out of my head. You look at the world through rose-colored glasses and that's not how it is. You just think it is because you're too scared to leave your bubble. That wasn't true, was it? He was just saying that because he was upset. I was more than capable of leaving my bubble.

"I can be spontaneous," I said to Sheila, taking a sip from my razztini. "I can. I don't have to have control over everything or have it all planned."

"Uh huh," Sheila said, taking her shot of tequila and gesturing for the bartender to fill it up again.

"I can," I insisted. She seemed like she didn't believe me, not one bit. She looked over at me and nodded with her eyes all big and skeptical. "I can," I repeated, narrowing my eyes at her.

She shrugged, smiling and nodding at the bartender when he poured her second shot. "Okay," she said simply, taking her second shot.

"You don't believe me," I said, frowning at her.

"Honest?" She asked, turning towards me.

"Always."

"No," she said shaking her head. "Not even slightly. Not even a little bit. Not even the tiniest smidgen."

"I'm not a control freak," I pouted.

"You kinda are though, right?" She asked, her voice jumping a couple octaves. "It's okay, Demi. Everyone has their thing. There's nothing wrong with you wanting things to be... A certain way."

"I'm capable of loosening the reins," I said seriously.

"Are you?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Want to try that new restaurant on fifth with me tomorrow?"

"No," I said quickly. "Sorry, but what do we know about it? Nothing. We should wait until other people go and the reviews come in. Four and a half stars from a total of at least a hundred reviews or forget it."

Sheila nodded slowly, making a face like she wasn't surprised but didn't want to hurt my feelings. "Got it."

"That doesn't mean anything," I added, realizing what she was saying. "It's just a food thing. You know how I'm weird about food."

"Okay," she said, gesturing for the bartender. He came over and she sent a flirty smile to him. "Sex on the beach please," she said. He smiled, she winked. God, I wished I had her confidence. "Listen," she said, looking at me again. "It's not just food, babe," she shrugged. "I'm sorry. I am. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings and I don't think Shane was fair in everything he said, but the truth is, you are so scared of leaving your bubble that you don't ever try anything different, and it's not just food, it's with everything. You don't like taking risks, you like to be safe. And that's fine," she said, holding her hands up in surrender. "It really is. Not everyone likes to live on the edge and that is totally fine. You do you and don't feel bad about it. Everyone has their thing, it's not like you're alone in having things being the way you want them to. Everyone lives their life the way they want to, they just have different motivations and different way of dealing with things. If your thing is waiting for at least a hundred reviews with an average of four and a half stars, then that's your thing," she shrugged. "Why does that have to be a bad thing? You would argue that I take too many risks. We all do things different, babe. It's just who you are and if someone can't see that's a good thing, they can go fuck themselves."