Thanks to the wonder of Facebook I've been able to reconnect with my friend Betty. While most of us from the class of 1974 looked like we were in our mid-50's, Betty looked like she was the class of 1994. Her youthful face was framed by the same blonde hair. And the cut is a very similar style when I knew her in high school. She was attractive in high school and she is still attractive.
In high school Betty was not only pretty, she was smart and quiet. Three qualities that intimidated me so I never looked at her as a potential girl friend. Actually I didn't have a girlfriend until my senior year. Being tall, skinny and not a great athlete didn't help my confidence. I was an average student who tried to hide my insecurities by being the class clown. Occasionally my class clowning crossed the line and the assistant principal and I got know each other very well. Over the years I gained confidence "interacting" with women. Which, is the primary reason I divorced. But I digress
Betty and I were both divorced after long marriages. Hers was 35 years, mine 29. We also shared the same birthday so it seemed only natural that we celebrate together. We went to a nice seafood restaurant in Galveston. We talked a lot and caught up on the 38 years since we had seen each other. Our dating remained platonic, however; that was to quickly change.
One night we were chatting on Facebook. I am not sure how, but our chat became sexual in nature. Mostly talking about how we didn't have sex very often since our divorces. Betty was the first to mention being "Friends with Benefits." She couldn't see me, but my jaw dropped. Perhaps Betty was not as quiet and demure as I thought.
The next weekend Betty drove up to have dinner at the restaurant I managed. We went back to my house. I poured a glass of wine for each of us and we sat together on the couch. We talked for a few minutes and then there was that awkward moment when we looked at each other for few seconds. The only thing that wold remove the awkwardness? We leaned towards each other and began to kiss. We were on the couch acting like teenagers as we pawed at each other and began unbuttoning and unzipping. Not to mention knocking over our half-filled wine glasses. Soon my cock was out of my pants and her breasts were being sucked and licked. Before we got too far into being naked and fucking in front of the open living room window, we went upstairs and explored bodies and crevices for a few hours.
Betty and I had a few evenings like this in the weeks to come. Given her quiet personality I expected Betty to be a good lover but not adventurous. Boy was I wrong! Betty was a great cock sucker. She was a swallower and loved to talk dirty. She told me about some of the adventures she had with her ex. (Quite an adventurous couple.) I learned that they would watch porn and then act out what they saw.
One night when we lay in post coital bliss I said, "I guess there is not a fantasy that you haven't acted out."
Her reply, "No, not at all. I still have a few and the big fantasy that I have wanted for a long time."
"Oh really? And what would that be."
"I want to have a threesome. Two guys making me the center of their attention. I have always wanted to be with two guys. My ex and I talked about it a lot but were never brave enough to act on it. I guess you have to find one for me."
To say I was caught by surprise would be an understatement! Over the next few weeks we talked about it. (In and out of bed.) But I was still drawing a blank as to whom of my friends or acquaintances could I get to participate. I just accepted that I would just have to make a post in Craigslist. We would have to take our chances as to what we would be able to find as a suitable third for our menage a trois.
Our dates so far had been to casual restaurants, which are ok for eating but not really dining. I've always enjoyed the very upscale steakhouses. Recently I heard many good things about a new steakhouse in The Galleria area of Houston, Mo's Place for Steaks.
Mo's had not only made a name for itself with their food but for also their lively happy hour, which was especially lively on Thursdays. I was ready to experience a really nice restaurant on one of our dates. So when Betty and I both had Thursday off and she was off on Friday for a holiday we decided to go to Mo's.
When Betty came over to my house she was dressed in a form fitting black skirt cut a couple of inches above her knees. Black suede boots came to just below her knees and her buttoned light blue silk top completed her outfit. She was stunning.
It was about a 30-minute drive to Mo's. We talked about various subjects. All the time with my hand on her bare skin leg above her knee and occasionally I let my hand drift under her skirt a few inches. Betty has wonderful smooth soft skin. Even though my touches were not overly sexual my slacks were beginning to tent. Something that didn't go unnoticed.
"Jake, it looks like you are enjoying the trip."
"Uh yeah, I guess that's sort of obvious." She reached over and stroked my erection and quietly in my ear said, "I am to. If you were to take your hand all the way up to my pussy you would find it is very wet."
"Well then I think I will."
She grabs my wrist, "No, you will have to wait. I can't sit through dinner with the thoughts of you fingering me on the way. That's just more than I can take."
"So I am supposed to be good with you rubbing my erection? How am I supposed to make it through dinner."
She made that devilish grin make when females know they are winning, "I guess you will just have to get yourself under control."
"Oh, and how do you recommend I do that?"
"I am not a guy. You will have to figure that out." Fortunately she removed her hand from my erection, "I guess I won't encourage you....yet."
We arrived at Mo's and it was packed. An hour wait for a table and an almost packed bar. We found 3 open stools at the bar and prepared to wait for a table. I sat next to a gentleman on my right and Betty was sitting next to the open bar stool on my left.
The bartender was an extremely attractive brunette. In her early 30's, the black slacks fit snuggly to an ass that was obviously in the gym more than once a week. I was disappointed that whoever owned Mo's thought that female employees looked best in a man's white dress shirt with a necktie. The white shirt concealed what I am sure were a lovely pair of breasts. "Hello. I am Monica. It's a typical warm and humid day. I recommend a nicely chilled Moscato to start your evening."
Betty's eyes perked up and smile came across her face, "My favorite! That's a wonderful choice."
"And for you sir. You don't strike me as a Moscato drinker."
"Hmmm.. I would like red. Do you have a Meritage by the glass?"
Monica's face lit up with a big smile, "Ah a Meritage. My favorite also. A blend of three grape varieties. Sort of a Menage a Trois so to speak?" We all chuckled. I realized Monica knows how to work a crowded bar. "We have a really wonderful Meritage, Estancia Estate 2007."
"That sounds great."
As she turned away to pour our wines Betty elbowed me in the side. Leaning over to close to my ear, "I bet you would like to tumble with that wouldn't you? And don't tell me no. I know you better than that." She reached over and squeezed my cock. Then leaned back towards the open bar stool, "My gawd, you were getting an erection just talking to her?"
"Maybe my erection is from sitting next to a really beautiful sexy blonde."
"Yes, maybe it is. But you forget how well I know you. That hard on is for Monica. And I won't disagree. She is the type of young woman I know you find fucking hot."
Monica returned with our wines but couldn't spend time chatting. She had a full bar top and drinks to pour for the servers from the left end of the bar. Being on the left end of the bar I could face Betty, look over her shoulder and continue to salivate over Monica's ass. A conduct that didn't go unnoticed by Betty.
"I guess I should be happy. I know I will be the benefactor of the hard-on you will now have for the rest of the night. But maybe you and your buddies could come down some evening and entice her out for a drink at the end of her shift."
