"You must be Raul," he said in his deep voice.
"Uh yeah," the slovenly looking Raul said as he shook Tyrone's hand. "Isabela isn't ready yet. Uh... Where is Jaime?"
"She got stuck working late and didn't want to keep Isabela waiting so we are going to swing back by her place and pick her up." Tyrone said as Raul let him into the apartment.
"Beer?" Raul and Tyrone asked at the same time.
They laugh put Raul at ease as they headed to the living room. Tyrone sat in the middle of the couch where Raul had been. Not wanting to make an issue of it, Raul sat on the recliner.
"Nice place," Tyrone said as he looked around at the small apartment. He took a swig of his beer before pulling out a blunt he had rolled earlier.
He didn't ask Raul before he lit it and began to smoke it in front of him. After taking two large hits, he handed it to Raul. Tyrone knew from Jaime that Raul doesn't really drink or smoke and thus gets very high, very quick. Tyrone had rolled some of his special stash to make sure the effect was very strong on the light weight.
"Puff, puff, pass," Tyrone said.
"O... Okay," Raul said before inhaling. He immediately started coughing. "Oh shit."
"It's cool," Tyrone said handing Raul a beer.
Raul drank the fancy beer and looked at the label before Tyrone passed him the joint again. The next hit did the same to Raul as the last leaving him coughing and chugging his beer.
"Damn! You are hot!" Tyrone exclaims. "You got a fine bitch!"
Raul, already feeling the effects of the weed and the alcohol, looked around and then turned in his seat to see his beautiful Isabela. Isabela was dressed in a super short, super tight, white dress.
"Come sit down," Tyrone said and he gave her a huge hug and then kissed her on the cheek as she sat down next to him on the couch.
Isabela said how they meet yesterday after college. She hadn't told Raul and didn't tell him now that she had gone back to Jaime's and ended up making out with her in front of him and let him cope a couple of feels and French kiss her a couple of times.
"Raul," Tyrone said, interrupting his train of thought, "I heard you don't like to dance. Is that true?"
Tyrone had the remote in his hand and was navigating to some club music.
"Girls love to dance. All that rocking their body. I know I love when women dance and I just gotta dance with them."
Tyrone pushed the coffee table out of the way, leaving Raul's beer in his hand and passed the blunt to Isabela. She took a couple of hits before Tyrone took it from her, hitting it, then handing it to Raul.
"Come on, baby," Tyrone said, pulling Isabela up and having her start to dance with him.
Isabela started swaying to the music and began to dance energetically. Tyrone held her hand and then her hip, but did not pull her close. They danced for a song or so as Raul slack jawed watched, overcome by the weed and the suddenness of all this. Some guy he never meet before 20 minutes ago was now dancing with his girl while he is higher than he had ever been before.
"Go dance on him," Tyrone said loudly to Isabela, who sexily sashayed over to him where she begin to dance in front of him and then gave him what could practically be a lap dance.
She took the blunt from him taking a drag as she rubbed her barely covered ass on his sweat pants. Tyrone motioned for her to pass the blunt and she danced over to him handing it to him. He takes a hit as he wrapped an arm around Isabela pulling her ass up against him where she continued to gyrate just as she was on her boyfriend.
"Jaime does the same shit at the club. It's just dancing right?"
Isabela nodded in agreement as she continued to gyrate against Tyrone's stiffening cock.
"I'm not concerned. I know who she is coming home too," Tyrone said, implying he and Jaime lived together or were at least in a relationship, instead of her being just another number in his phone.
"Can I have another beer?" Tyrone loudly asked Raul. He repeated himself, and then again.
"Oh yeah," Raul said and then went to the kitchen to get a beer.
The music is still club music but when he got back Tyrone was sitting in the middle of the couch again and Isabela, her dress riding up her ass, was grinding against him.
"You are a lucky man having Isabela here to do this every night. Some guys gotta pay good money for this at strip club. You know what I am saying?" Tyrone said showing no shame as Raul's girl gave him a lap dance in the living room.
"Uh..."
Raul handed him the beer but Tyrone's foot knocked him off balance and he spilled it on Tyrone and Isabela.
"What the fuck, man!?" Tyrone jumped up, towering over Raul.
"Sorry," Raul said, cowering.
"It's cool, man. But I need you to wash these. I can't go out smelling like this," he said stripping his jacket, shirt, and undoing his pants. They fell to the ground showing his stiff cock covered only by his boxers.
"I need to go change," Isabela said.
"You should wear that," he told Isabela, as he grabbed her by the wrist. "She looks amazing in it, right?" he said looking to Raul.
Raul nodded in agreement. Isabela did look amazing.
"Throw her dress in too," Tyrone said.
She pulled it off right there in the living room. Her sexiness increasing as she stood there in her lacy bra and matching thong.
"Now it looks like we are ready for the beach," Tyrone laughed as he began to dance with Isabela.
Raul nodded and shuffled off to put the clothes in the washer in the basement of the building.
When Raul returns, Isabela is moaning loudly, clearly orgasming. Raul looked at her unbelieving but was relieved that she at least still had on her underwear. She was riding Tyrone on the couch, although when she got up he could see how wet the ride got. Her panties were soaked as was the front of his underwear.
"Can you believe she bet me she could make me cum first from a lap dance," Tyrone laughed. "These need to be washed too," he said as he pulled off his boxers and threw them to Raul, who caught them.
