“What’s that?” I asked, knowing full well what is said about them being an aphrodisiac.
“Nothing,” she replied, her cheeks turning a deeper pink as she drank her wine. Then, suddenly, she looked at me and asked, “What’s that?”
“What?”
“That vibration. I can feel it in my feet.”
“Oh, that. That’s another advantage of this place. There’s a dance club right next door.”
“Mmmmmm, I love to dance,” she said, as she closed her eyes and her head began to sway side to side as she listened.
“Okay. I guess I know where we’re going next.”
When she opened her eyes, they twinkled in the subdued light.
The next course was a fresh-fruit plate, loaded with melon, strawberries, grapes, and kiwi. I sat there, as if frozen in place, watching her every move. And felt my cock jump when her tongue slowly slid from between her lips to lick a small piece of melon from the corner.
“I’m gonna be in big trouble if I have to stand up right now,” I thought to myself. “There’s no way she won’t see this bulge in my pants.”
Fortunately, the dessert, arrived just then. So, for the next ten minutes, I did everything in my power to avoid looking at her for very long as I felt the lump slowly decrease.
Afterwards, we sat and enjoyed the view as we sipped more wine.
“Didn’t you say something about dancing?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“Yep. Let’s go.”
The club was packed but it seemed as if it parted just for her from the moment we walked in. We quickly found a table along a side wall and watched as the lights flashed and the music blared. Dancers filled the dance area and spilled over into the spaces between the tables.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Amaretto and sour,” she said, leaning close enough for me to hear her and feel her soft breath on my ear.
I flagged down a waitress and gave her our requests. Once they arrived, I handed her drink to her and waited until she took the first swallow.
“This drink is stronger than I thought,” she yelled.
I nodded as I took a sip of my own. “Yeah, this place is known for using cocktail shots with the liquor.”
She smiled as she raised her glass and took another larger sip.
“So what do ya think?” I asked.
“I like it,” she replied as she slid closer to me.
“Wanna dance?”
She nodded and we moved to the dance floor just as the music changed to a slow, romantic tune.
“Still wanna dance?” I asked, looking downwards and finding myself glimpsing into the open cleavage of her dress.
She answered by stepping into my arms and we found ourselves swaying and rubbing against each other as the music carried us away. On the occasion that we did leave the dance floor it was only long enough to take sips of our drinks before returning and it was during one of those breaks that I realized just how much I’d had to drink and how it was effecting me.
“I think we better leave.”
“Why? Don’t you like the company?” she asked, teasingly.
“Oh, I love the company,” I replied giving her a light hug, “but if I have any more to drink I’m not gonna be able to drive.”
“In that case, we better get going because there’s no way I can drive now,” she said, with the slightest slur to her words.
Just then, someone bumped into her and she fell against me. My arms wrapped around her waist as hers wrapped around my neck and her breasts pressed against my chest. “Like I said, there’s no way I can drive.” Then she paused, and looked up, giving me a quizzical look. “Are you sure that’s the only reason you wanna get out of here?” she asked, sensuously as she rubbed her pelvis against the bulge that was growing in my pants.
“Let’s just say I don’t wanna do anything that will embarrass us or land us in jail.”
She giggled in response.
We left the bar, side-by-side, our arms wrapped around each other’s waists.
When we got to my car, I held the door for her and was rewarded by a glimpse of her long legs as she slid into the passenger’s seat. “Mmmmmm,” I groaned to myself.
“Did you say something?”
“No. Why?”
“The music from the band was so loud my ears are still ringing,” she giggled.
“Actually, I was thinking about where we should go. My place is too small for the both of us and…”
“I guess the only option is going back to Jen’s place.”
“I… what do you say about taking a drive before we go back there? I’m still kinda…” I paused as I walked around the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
“Kinda what?”
I sat there for a moment before starting the car. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about something all evening long,” I continued as I pulled the car from the parking lot and out onto the street heading toward the opposite side of the lake.
“Thinking about what?” she persisted.
“About Jen.”
“What about her?” she asked, slightly irritated because it was taking me so long to get to the topic we knew we needed to discuss..
“Well, this morning when I came to her apartment I thought she was THE ONE. You know, the one I was supposed to spend my life with, but now,” I paused as I looked at her sitting there, her hair blowing loosely in the breeze, “I’m wondering if she just wasn’t the one I felt the most comfortable with because we’ve been friends for so long.”
“Ahhhhh,” she replied “And what about now?