Date Night
For a moment I thought I couldn’t be seen with this girl, that she provided the definitive proof I was a lech. It didn’t help that the pink tank top she wore made it appear as if her breasts weighed half as much as she did, nor did it help when I took my wife’s hand and Joy said, gleefully, “I’ll take the other one!”
She walked with a slight hunch. This is understandable. I felt bad enough that I offered to walk behind her and bear her heavy burden.
***
I contentedly munched popcorn as we watched the film. Joy’s left hand found my thigh. Her right hand found Leslie’s. This presented me with a dilemma: enjoy my popcorn or respond to her touch? I couldn’t do both at once as I was holding the bag in such a way that I wouldn’t coat my lap in grease.
I set the bag on the floor and then placed my hand over Joy’s. After a minute or so I retrieved the popcorn and went back to stuffing my face. I felt satisfied to have devised such an ingenious plan.
***
When we arrived at the Bad Man’s regular night spot, Leslie and Joy settled into a booth. I remained by the bar chatting with him.
“Lex!” the girls called out in unison. They wanted me to come sit with them.
“Just give me one minute ladies,” I said over my shoulder, before turning back to Bad Man. “I don’t know why I make my life so complicated.”
“You have what I call a high-quality problem.”
***
Joy bounced in my lap. My arms were wrapped around her slender waist. “You’re my little Sexican,” I said.
She giggled. “Sexican!”
***
The girls left in search of a pharmacy, leaving Bad Man and I alone in the booth.
“What’s wrong with Joy?” he asked.
“Um, well, she has a UTI.”
“Oh.”
“I had one of those once. In high school. The pain was… indescribable. Every time I took a wiz I wanted to kill myself.”
***
Whatever Joy had taken had made her feel much better. “Is your pussy open for business again, dear?” I asked her.
Bad Man immediately began shaking his head, “Oh man!”
She grabbed my inner thigh and laughed. “Yeah.”
Recognizing some people he knew, the Bad Man rose from his seat and shuffled to the bar. I joined him a few minutes later. “Everything cool?” I asked.
“Everything’s fine. I’m just trying to stay out of trouble… I’ve already gotten a lecture about our behavior.”
I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “If either of us were in here sucking face with a date they wouldn’t say anything.”
“I don’t want to get in the way either.”
“Don’t worry about it. This was a last-minute thing — I was going to leave them after the movie but I figured you’re the one guy I know who wouldn’t lose his shit. And she thinks you’re great so obviously I wasn’t mistaken.”
***
When I returned to the booth Leslie held her fingers under my nose. I smiled at her, “You didn’t…” But the scent of pussy told me everything I needed to know. “The two of you are getting Bad Man in trouble.”
Joy didn’t appear too concerned. “Where’s your penis?” she cooed, pressing her hand against my fly. “Oh, there’s your penis.”
If we were going to be in trouble anyway, I reasoned, we may as well have fun with it.
***
We stopped in a park on the way to Joy’s and I reached into my jeans to retrieve my cock, whereupon my wife squatted in front of me.
Suddenly shy, Joy protested: “But we’re in public!”
I slipped a hand down the back of her pants and pressed her hand to me. “That’s what makes it interesting.”
***
I suppose I am a lech. It is all I can do to keep up with the girls.
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Insomniac | Aug 27, 06:10 PM | #
Very intersting!