She began to imagine if the young man were larger than Pastor Dickhead, and for the first time, she was able to think about the asshole’s dick without sending herself into a fit of tears. Soon enough, she’d finished her food and politely waited for Keith to finish. The waiter, seeing that her diet soda was partially gone, smiled and came over to her, taking her glass with one hand. She reached up and grabbed it, shaking her head.
“It’s fine,” she said, smiling politely.
“It’s no trouble,” he said. “I’ll put it in a “to-go” cup for you.”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling up at him. They stared a little bit too long though, and the young man seemed to get a little nervous.
“Not so confident after all,” she thought, smirking. She realized then and there that she could probably have this young man wrapped around her little finger, just like Keith. The realization struck her just then as well and she smirked. Keith was wrapped around her little finger! She could have him doing things for her if she wanted. He knew he could get sex out of her, and now he’d probably be more attentive, even if it was just to get into her panties.
Feeling bad about thinking such things about her loyal, though naive, boyfriend, she silently scolded herself. He’d been nothing but patient with her during the entire ordeal that he hadn’t been aware of. She’d undoubtedly been difficult to deal with, horny one minute, cold as a dead fish the next.
She smiled as the waiter came up with her drink in a Styrofoam cup. She glanced down, waiting for him to present the bulge in his pants to her again. He would normally walk up and sort of walk into the table so that it was easily seen hanging above the edge over on her side of the booth. It was pretty bold and she was amazed that Keith hadn’t noticed him doing it. She briefly wondered what he would do if he saw. Maybe he had seen and he was pretending he hadn’t.
Still, the waiter didn’t seem nearly as confident as before, and only set the drink down, followed by the check. He brought Keith a “to-go” drink and thanked them as Sam and Keith both stood and got ready to leave.
Smiling and feeling playful in that moment, Sam decided to have a little fun at the waiter’s expense. Turning, she kissed Keith on the cheek and handed him her drink. He looked down at her expectantly.
“Go ahead and wait in the car for me,” she said. “I’m going to go to the restroom.”
Keith nodded blithely and walked immediately out of the restaurant as he was told. Turning, she looked hard at the waiter as he stood quietly behind the counter. Smiling, she raised a hand and beckoned him over with a single finger.
She saw him swallow hard and smirked at the reaction. He stepped out around the counter and walked up. She smiled and took him by the hand, walking to the women’s bathroom. Stepping in, she closed the door behind them and locked it. It didn’t smell the greatest in there, but she was horny and feeling confident, and this guy had definitely been hitting on her.
“I… I… I’m sorry,” he stammered.
That caught her off guard.
“You’re sorry?” she asked, sounding more accusatory than she’d intended.
He nodded. “I… I’m trying to be more confident with women,” he explained. “Sometimes I’ll be more aggressive than I normally am, but it’s an act.”
She smiled. “Oh,” she said simply. “Well, I don’t know if you remember me from the first time you were hitting on me, but you definitely shouldn’t apologize. You were right though. I wanted to suck your cock that first time.”
Her words were a surprise to her, almost as if she hadn’t said them and they had just fallen out of her mouth.
His eyes were wide, and a hopeful smile crossed his face. “I’ve heard that girls like confident men,” he said.
She smiled, nodding. “We do.” She stood there, quietly staring at him, waiting for him to do something, wondering if he’d have the fortitude to actually try.
“So,” he said, looking at her.
She sighed internally, seeing that he really wasn’t as confident and aggressive as he’d been pretending. Disappointed, she thought about chucking the whole affair and leaving him standing there. Still though, a part of her wanted to toy with him a little more, and definitely wanted to see what he was working with.
Shaking her head dramatically, she adopted a disappointed look on her face and stared down at his crotch. He didn’t move, and an awkward silence hung over them.
Sighing audibly, she reached forward and cupped the front of his pants, feeling the bulge there. She could tell that he had an erection, and that it was actually larger than she’d realized.
“Take it out for me,” she ordered. He swallowed hard but reached down to do what she’d told him. She smirked seeing his hands shaking and stepped back to watch.
He unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants, letting them drop before sliding the cusp of his boxers down over his top. He had to lift his shirt up, but she felt her mouth drop at the size of his equipment.
Not thinking about tormenting the young man anymore, Sam simply stared at the sheer immensity of his cock. It was large, very erect, and almost angry looking.
She dropped to her knees, mouth open and beckoned him forward. As he stepped timidly forward, she reached up and took a hold of him with one hand. When the flesh of her palm and fingers touched the almost hot flesh of his hard-on, a flash of images slammed into her brain. She was on her knees again, Pastor Dickhead standing above her again.
She fell back, tears in her eyes for some stupid reason, her chest and head pounding. The waiter, scared out of his mind that he’d just assaulted someone or traumatized her, left the room in a rush, pulling his pants up as he went.
She knelt on the floor, crying for a second before she was able to stand and look at herself in the mirror.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked the image. She didn’t have any idea what caused the outburst. Sighing, she turned on the cool water and washed her face again. Standing up straight, she fixed herself up again, and turned, leaving the bathroom.
The waiter was quietly waiting in the bathroom hallway.
“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m so, sorry.”
She shook her head and walked up to him, taking his hand. “I’m… I’m the one who is sorry,” she told him. He looked down at her in surprise. “I’ve had a few hard times in the past and it all just seemed to catch up to me.”
“I… I shouldn’t have…” he stammered.
“You were fine,” she said. “You probably shouldn’t try to be so aggressive with women, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t work on me. For what it’s worth, I wasn’t lying about wanting to suck your cock. If we hadn’t been interrupted last time, you could probably have forced me into the bathroom and made me.”
He simply stared at her in wonder, seemingly unable to find the words to respond.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. It’s just… I’ve been through a lot,” she sputtered, suddenly feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable. “I’m sorry I dragged you into my mess.”
She sighed and started to leave. The young man stammered another apology, but she ignored him, leaving him in his confused state. She felt a little bad, but he honestly kind of deserved it.
Leaving the restaurant, she walked out to her car and had Keith drive again. She told him to go ahead and drive over to his house, and she’d drive home, though she barely offered him a kiss before he climbed out and went inside. The short trip back to her own house was a blur. Once there, Sam quickly decided to take a hot shower, her mind a tangled mess of emotions and confusion.
She walked to the bathroom and climbed into the shower as she turned on the water. Sinking to the floor, she started to cry, quietly sobbing in the warm water of the shower.
*****
Dane
Dane yawned, looking at Sally as she slept. She was probably horny right now, even though they’d had sex today already. Ever since they’d had the threesome with his sister, she’d been really overzealous in their sex life. It wasn’t like he was an expert at it, but this was the first woman that he’d ever known with such a voracious appetite for all things orgasm related. It also wasn’t that like he was complaining, it was just more of a physical exhaustion type of thing. He was tired all the damn time, and she tended to be hornier when she woke up for some damn reason. All that meant though, was that anytime she got woken up, she was really horny and seduced Dane.
It’s not like it was hard to seduce him, though. No matter where they were or what they were doing, she’d start getting more amorous. She’d gone down on him in a movie theater, in a changing room, and most recently at a party in front of some strangers. It’s not like he’d ever tell her to stop sucking his dick, and it’s not like he would ever even complain. He had the perfect girlfriend. She was sexy and horny, plus, she seemed to really enjoy sucking his cock although she rarely ever swallowed.
He was just exhausted, honestly. He really needed a few nights of sleep, so he’d told her so. She understood but made him lay with her until she’d dozed off.
Quietly, he got up out of bed and took all his clothes into the living room of her apartment so he could dress in relative quiet. A few minutes later, he was driving home in his truck, practically falling asleep as he did so. He slapped himself on the cheek and forced himself to focus, but that only seemed to make it worse. Eventually, he made it home safe and without running over any pedestrians or side swiping any cars. As he pulled in, he noticed that only Sam’s car was parked in the drive. He smiled.
“Peace and quiet,” he muttered to no one. Climbing the stairs, he stripped down to his boxers and was practically asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. In the background, the din of the shower could be heard, a quiet hiss of background noise.
*****
Alex
Kenny awoke from his brief nap and came looking for her after pulling on some boxers and a shirt.