We sit at the table of the Pizza Hut. You, my redheaded goddess, still wearing your one piece bathing suit under your cover-up dress. You are wearing flip flops and your hair is pulled back in a ponytail. We just got back from the beach and you still smell like lotion and surf. You are wearing a white plain baseball cap and you smile that dazzling smile when I gently pat your ass as we move into the booth.
We are new members of the workforce. I am at McKinsey and you are a designer at Ralph Lauren. We are 22. We are sensational in bed. Your curves are perfectly proportioned and I love the powerful, strong, wonderful breasts that strain the fabric of your suit.
We are joined for dinner at this restaurant by your friend Ellen. She is beautiful in her own right. She is a raven haired young woman of 24 whom you have been friends with for years since you were counselors at a day camp in town. She is also full breasted and also curvaceous. She is dressed in her every day summer weekend sexy - jean shorts rolled up to reveal even more luscious thigh, a tight black t-shirt and white deck shoes. She spent the day sunning by her pool and she has the look of health and happiness.
Ellen's sister Jackie is another story. She is thin, with perky breasts, full lips, strawberry blonde hair and athletic legs from years as a gymnast. In recent weeks, after a breakup with a boyfriend, she has been morose and is dressing in the Goth style. She wears black tights under an oversized black concert T shirt (cannot for the life of me remember the band), her skin white, and her lipstick black.
She, like her sister, is still delicious.
We are in Pizza Hut because it is the only restaurant Jackie will eat in, for some reason. It reminds her of the boyfriend, perhaps? Who knows. For whatever reason, we are soon ordering a pie to share and catching up on gossip.
Out of nowhere, Jackie declares that this restaurant is now called Pizza Slut. We all just look at her. That is literally all she has said in the five minutes we are there.
For whatever reason, this instantly gets me aroused. She is 19. She is still in the peak of her beauty. I am surrounded by woman flesh.
So I slowly, carefully, slip my hand onto your left thigh, to my right (we always sit this way so I have access). You are a pro. You do not move. You keep talking. The smells of the suntan lotion is intoxicating.
I engage Jackie in conversation. She resists. I ask about school. She does not want to go back. Her ex will be there. I say it is a big school. She does not care.
I reach my hand towards your cunt because, again, I am overwhelmed with lust. Overwhelmed.
But, slut that you are, you know you cannot control yourself; especially not in front of Ellen. She is the object of many of your fantasies when we fuck. You ask me to fuck her in front of you. You go down on her. She licks you.
All in our fantasies.
She has no idea.
You take my hand and stop me. I do not like it but I think I can wait.
Ellen says she is going to the bathroom and you say you are going too. I watch both your remarkable asses as you stroll to the ladies room. That is when Jackie says:
