This is huge. My hot girlfriend is a slut, ready to indulge me in a fantasy high on my list. I think it's pretty high on hers too.
"That hotel?" she asks.
"Yes. My treat. But let's hang out here and enjoy the drama."
Katie squirms when I suggest it. We're always on the same page. When I once told her foreplay can begin with a text the day before we see each other, she was all over it. In fact, we had months of foreplay before we met in person. (And that first date was nothing but foreplay.)
She got right in my face - in that good way. "I really want you inside me. Then I want you to see me deal with our friends." Holy shit.
I'm ready for everything that's going to happen. Eager too. But the anticipation and the slow pace will make it hotter. She gets this.
Stubble has gone back up to the bar to talk to his old friends again. After about a minute and some more wine, Katie gives me a look and follows Stubble, joining the conversation - or at least sidling in there and allowing herself to be introduced to Stubble's friends.
So I'm left at our table with Tall, who has this range from roaring when the Rangers score a goal to looking my girlfriend in the eyes and spilling his soul out to her. We try to talk about how excited we both are about all the young talent on the Rangers, but who are we kidding? Tall has had enough to drink and wants to know about Katie.
To see Katie at the bar flirting with Stubble and his friends and to watch hockey on the TV requires almost the same angle, so if we want, we can pretend to be watching hockey. I think we pretend less after enough alcohol. We're watching Katie, who returns Stubble's physical affection with her own. After Stubble's arm has been almost chastely around her shoulders for a few minutes, Katie takes her hand and rubs Stubble's back. Under the shirt.
It's a bold move. She doesn't check with me. By now she knows I'm game. In fact, this is child's play at this point, although I'm sure Stubble is thanking God. I also like the looks on his friends' faces, who had no idea Stubble was such a studly pickup artist. But Tall is incredulous. Male friends can get pretty competitive, after all, and he figured (possibly correctly, but who knows?) that he had a better shot at Katie, with his thoughtful rap, than average height Stubble, who's funny, but that's about it. This is how I imagine Tall's thought process anyway, and it makes me laugh.
Tall has to know. "What's her deal?"
It's such a vague question that I almost automatically respond with a `What do you mean,' but I know what he's asking, more or less, so I'll just throw it out there. "We're very free. We give each other as much leeway as we can. She does what she wants and we're cool." He gets it, I think.
Tall makes a move that makes me think I'm right about competition between bros. He gets up to hit the bar and get another beer; to do this, he has to squeeze by Katie and the three dudes. You can see it coming from a mile away. Still, let's see Tall's move. Katie has her back to Tall and me at the table. Stubble is to her right, thrilled that Katie has her hand on his bare skin, I'm sure. We can see Stubble's friends' faces; their backs are against a wall. So there's no way around it. He gets to the foursome and to pass by, he's got to make contact with Katie and move her just an inch or two forward.
The gentleman would either hold her by both shoulders or move her the requisite space with a gentle hand on the back. Tall puts one hand on each hip. And takes his time. `That's not bad,' I think. Katie is down with Tall's move. She doesn't budge. Tall is going to have to squeeze through. I'm watching this whole time, curious to see how this will resolve, and the result isn't a huge surprise. Tall squeezes through sideways with his front (that is, his big bone) rubbing into Katie's back. Ideally, and I'm sure Tall is thinking this, his clothed cock would settle like a puzzle piece between her buttcheeks as he passes through not particularly easily. Sometimes there is such a thing as too tall.
Tall seems to take the setback in stride, maybe because he's actually quite happy to have put his hands on Katie's hips with such carte blanche. Or maybe he's thinking about the return trip to the table.
With a beer in one hand, more beer in his bloodstream, and emboldened by the success of his first grope, Tall surprises me on his way back to the table. He surprises Katie even more. With Stubble still on her right as they talk to the friends, Tall settles on Katie's left. With his free right hand, he reaches behind her and around her ass to her right cheek. He's got his hand on her ass now, but after a few circular rubs, he's not leaving well enough alone.
He's stopped rubbing. In his fist he's gathering cloth from the back of Katie's button down, allowing the back of her button down to lurch upwards half an inch at a time. Holy shit.
Once the necessary length of shirt has been pulled up, Tall has the bottom of it clenched in his hand. Katie's ass is briefly exposed and some of the warmest and happiest memories of my life come streaming back. The first daring photo she shared with me was of this perfect ass. The secret but natural and obvious thought was that one day, and soon I hope, I'll have my hands on that ass. The more secret and, for lack of a better word, more idiosyncratic thought, someday I want to show it off to my friends. (Yes, we hadn't been on our first date and I was having this bizarre fantasy, but that's how nice her ass is.)
