After multiple unsuccessful possible connections I was finally sitting next to a hot and sexy girl. She was wild and carefree. Witty and crazy. We were really hitting it off and clicked like never before in a speed date setting like this.
I was so engrossed in a conversation with her that I failed to really hear the sponsor saying, "If you're willing to give a BJ as part of today's festivities, take one of those colored elastic hair bands from the dish on the table and put it on your wrist. I mean, the words rolled around in my head, but I wasn't paying attention and I certainly didn't comprehend the meaning.
Without breaking stride in our conversation, the enchanting woman across from me casually reached over and put one on her wrist. If I HAD been paying closer attention it would have thrilled me to no end. But, quite absentmindedly I followed suit, placing a neon green band on my wrist.
Ten minutes later and we were still having a fantastic emotional connection when the DJ who was orchestrating the events asked everyone with a hairband to come up on stage.
Rachel took my hand and the two of us ran up excitedly. She skipped like a schoolgirl dragging me along saying, "These dating games are always so much fun."
We were the only two on stage and the small crowd cheered raucously for us. How exciting!
Our DJ was determined to make the day entertaining for all. "Now, everyone with a desire, and the means, to - captain a boat - come on up."
Two young studs stepped up.
"OK, we're gonna have a little trivia and the, ahem, couple that scores the most, may choose to rent a boat for the day where we will send them out with plenty of complimentary alcohol and a picnic lunch.
Throughout the contest the DJ kept hinting about the blowjobs and hairbands. Oh so gradually, the understanding broke through my ignorance.
I could see how both guys were looking forward to getting their dicks sucked. Even the guy I was paired with in the game.
I felt like THAT guy who shows up to a costume party only to discover that he'd read the invitation wrong.
The contest was almost over and my 'team' was winning. Soon I was going to be out on a date with this guy and he was expecting me to provide. I was in too deep to just fess up so publicly when surely I could get out of it more discreetly.
Causing us to miss the last questions, I threw the contest. Unfortunately, it was still a tie.
Rachel turned to me, "Let's make it a double date. Doesn't that sound fun?" She didn't wait for my answer and the DJ thought it was an exciting idea which spiced up his event.
They railroaded me into accepting the prize. Rachel took my arm, "I can't wait to do the guys with my new gay friend."
I would just tell my partner, Nick, privately that I was backing out.
The DJ was explaining the details, "OK, guys, we're gonna send the four of you lovebirds out on a boat and it'll only cost $275." Both guys made arrangements and paid up.
On the way down to the pier my guy kept trying to put his hand around my waist. "Nick, this isn't working for me. It's a mistake." He was getting peeved. "Look, I'll pay you back for the boat."
Nick was less annoyed, but he was still disappointed to miss out on the fun activities that were planned for us all. Then I had an idea, "Rachel's a hot lady. I bet she'd do you both."
He was actually ok with the idea: "Well, sure. that would be swell as long as she's ok with it."
It was a thirty foot speed boat with plenty of space for all of us. We could see a cooler full of booze, a shrimp platter, swimsuits, and games all laid out for the double date.
The other three were engrossed in going aboard while I explained the alternative plan. By the time I made my proposal to Greg we were standing next to the big steering wheel, where he was pretending to be a captain.
Of all the people to not go along with it I didn't think Greg would be as opposed to it as he was. "Absolutely not!" He popped a big cocktail shrimp into his mouth. "We can't just go and turn the whole world topsy turvy."
Rachel had already changed into the provided bikini right there on deck under the open blue sky, "You can't bail on me, Ezra. I need my buddy." Her arms were crossed and she was pouting mightily.
Greg, of course, shot me a dirty look. "Don't. Make. My. Date. Unhappy."
Meanwhile, Nick played peacekeeper, "We'll just discuss it out on the water. No need for anybody to be upset."
Was nobody listening to me? Didn't I make it clear that I wasn't gay?
The next thing I knew the boat lurched and we were zooming out into the lake. Am I sexist for not thinking Rachel would know how to operate a boat? She was apparently both quite proficient and impatient.
When I turned back to Nick and Greg they had both changed into swim trunks and were reclining in the bow with a beer for each.
Nick called out to me, "Don't be a party pooper, Ezra, it's ninety degrees out and you're still wearing long pants and long sleeves."
This wasn't going well but there was still hope. I found one swimsuit left: a women's flag themed bikini. Perspiring profusely I turned away from the group and put on the bottoms. They weren't any worse than men's speedos.
Everyone joined me in the main seating area for more drinking and sexually charged talk. I complimented Rachel's body - just another way to drive home that I was straight. In turn, she told us guys we looked strong, and Nick said he loved my hairless physique.
The food was good, the alcohol flowed freely, and mostly I forgot the impending problem which still needed to be resolved.
With the way everyone was talking dirty and hinting about naughty crap, it looked like Greg was advocating for me to put the bikini top on when he made comments about Rachel being the odd one out.
