Chapter 3: The Restaurant

As I drive to the restaurant, I could feel my pussy still throbbing from the recent workout I’d given it. You can imagine how sorely tempted I was to reach down and pull my panties aside and go at it some more but the restaurant was only a few miles away and unless I was prepared to sit in the parking lot long enough to finish myself off, it wasn’t something I wanted to get started and then have to leave before I was done. Besides, having just showered for the second time this evening, I really didn’t need to get all worked up yet again before the night even began!

Driving slowly through the parking lot, I thought I saw Beth’s car. That was good as judging from the crowded parking lot, my guess was that the restaurant was pretty full and so I was hoping we wouldn’t have to wait in the cold entrance for a table. Well, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wait at least. Beth was usually the early-bird with Kristen being chronically late to most everything and tonight was looking to be no exception. Pulling into an open space, I killed the engine and stepped out into the freezing night air. Even though my winter coat hung down past my knees, my bare legs still felt like they were stepping inside of a freezer. The open-toe heels weren’t helping either so I hurried inside as quickly as I could without falling on my ass on the patches of black ice that were scattered about the uneven asphalt like a minefield.

Sure enough, there was quite a crowd in the reception area and I looked around to see if Beth was anywhere in sight. When I didn’t see her, I asked the hostess if I could look around and eventually I spotted her sitting at the bar. Not exactly where I would have expected but at least the no-smoking ban made it livable.

As I approached, I could see that she was carrying on an animated conversation with the bartender, a tall, gorgeous blonde with a smile and white teeth to kill for. Her hair reminded me of those old Farrah Fawcett posters, all big and wild but yet controlled at the same time. Her hair probably didn’t really matter in the long run as I doubt many guys noticed it since their eyes likely never went any higher than the huge boobs she was displaying rather openly in an ultra-tight t-shirt. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and her nipples were poking through like they were trying to escape. Obviously the boobs were fake - natural ones that large would never have held up so high on their own without sagging. Yet for the average horny male, I’m sure the authenticity of her chest wasn’t an issue. Why some guy thinks a chest of silicone is sexy is beyond me, but there you go.

“Hey girl!” I greeted her, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention.

Beth turned to me and grinned as she stood up to give me a welcoming hug. Then, as if to set the tone for the evening, she gave me a kiss on the lips, lingering just long enough to send the message to whomever was watching that it was more than just a friendly hello. Indeed, I was pretty sure we WERE being watched by most of the guys sitting at the bar, not to mention a few girls as well. The bartender just smiled demurely and gave Beth a wink before moving on to attend to her other customers.

“Take your coat off, stay a while,” she said, offering to help me out of it.

I unbuttoned it and slipped my arms out after which she hung it on the back of the barstool next to her. Her eyes gave me the once over and from the naughty grin on her face, I must have met her approval.

“Damn Kelly, that skirt looks fucking great on you ... and the top ... whoa girl!” she complimented me.

Beth wasn’t dressed all that conservative herself. Similar to me, she was wearing an off-white skirt, although just a bit longer than mine, together with a peach cami top under an open pale blue blouse. I could see the outline of her bra under the cami which didn’t surprise me. Unlike her friend on the other side of the bra, Beth’s were 100% natural gifts from Mother Nature herself. She would often whine to me about how having big boobs wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, with the resulting back problems and bouncing. Well, I wouldn’t mind trying them out for a day just to see how “miserable” they were! She might complain about them but at the same time, she never failed to proudly display them every chance she had.

Beth explained it was like an hour wait for a table or booth which is why she took the bar seats. She lifted her head, like a gopher from its burrow, looking around for Kristen, mumbling something about what a bitch it was to hold open seats when the place was this crowded. We both took out seats again and I did my best to pretend I wasn’t noticing the eyes focused on us as we deliberately crossed our legs and allowed our skirts to ride up just enough to let people wonder what would show if they went just another inch or two higher up. It was a bit chilly and my legs felt cold but it was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of knowing people were most likely staring at them. OK, I admit it ... ego trumps comfort every time!

I ordered my usual from the bartender - a Diet Coke, and just as I was served Kristen finally came in puffing away, her face a little red either from the cold or hustling in from the parking lot, probably a mix of the two.

“Damn, I had to walk a fucking mile to find a fucking parking spot,” she huffed as she caught her breath, obviously a little pissed off judging from her language.

Her assessment of the distance was no exaggerated but judging from the ridiculous heels she was wearing, it probably felt like it. The heels must have been six inches high, which accounted for why she seemed so tall, and the coat she was wearing didn’t even come down to her skirt, which barely covered her ass to start with. As she took her jacket off - no wonder she was cold wearing something so light-weight in this weather, all eyes were on her and for good reason. It was a phenomenon you would think I’d grow accustomed to but it still irked me a little - but more than I would ever have confessed to anyone.

Whenever I was out with Kristen, it was a given as to who would be getting the most attention. In the past I had been quite jealous but nowadays I just tried to accept it as the way things were - with varying degrees of success. Kristen was every guy’s dream girl and there was nothing I could do about it by worrying myself over it or trying to compete. Now if only I could get myself to believe that!

Unlike Beth and me, who had chosen light-colored skirts, Kristen was wearing a dark blue number that gripped her hips and thighs like it was made of Saran Wrap. It was actually more of a tube top worn around her waist than a skirt. To go along with it she had a white blouse with a simple floral print that didn’t even HAVE buttons until it was below her cleavage. It was cut to hang loosely and actually looked quite comfortable. Her nipples were showing the effects of the cold outside but as loose as the blouse was, it was like they appeared and then disappeared, teasing anyone watching to get a better view of them. Kristen took the seat that Beth and I had been saving between us and FINALLY the three of us were together.

We looked over the menu and decided rather than ordering a full meal we would just share some appetizers. Kristen ordered some sort of alcoholic drink and to my amusement (and her chagrin), the bartender carded her. I couldn’t blame the bartender as had I not known any better, I would’ve guessed her age to be more like eighteen or nineteen whereas in reality she would be 22 in just a couple of months. There was just something about her cute smile and perky boobs that gave her youthful appearance that I knew made her extremely in demand at her agency.

While we waited for our food, we chatted about the weather, the latest gossip as to who was seeing who - and who wasn’t, that sort of thing. I was enjoying myself and wasn’t even really paying a lot of attention to anyone else around us. On the other hand Kristen, ever the consummate professional, kept us duly informed of the comings and goings of every cute guy - and girl. At some point she must have seen something special because she had an extra-naughty seemed to be struggling not to giggle.

“Oh my god, did you see the look that guy just gave us?” she said in a conspiratorial voice, as if trying not to make it look or sound like she was talking about someone.

I wasn’t sure who she meant and so I just shrugged.

“Look ... see the guy with the two boys and his wife in the booth across the way to the left,” she explained in more detail, “His wife just poked him for staring at us!”

Leave it to Kristen to notice such things. Here we were having a nice talk among friends and she was scoping out the people in the room. Oh well, since it appeared there was an opportunity to do a little innocent teasing, I pretended to adjust my skirt, tugging at it as if I was trying to pull it down but not really accomplishing anything but giving me the chance to look around. I saw the guy she must have been talking about but he was staring dutifully down at his plate.

What was funny was who WAS looking sat us - his wife. Our eyes met briefly and I could see her lips forming the word, “slut” as she glared at us. It was all I could do to keep from breaking out into laughter. If only she knew that instead of offending me, she was making my day! She really wasn’t worth the effort so I just smiled at her and turned back to our conversation. Mission accomplished so far as I was concerned.

“Soooooo, did you see him?” Kristen asked in a low whisper to me.

“No but even better - his wife was watching us, the original Wicked Witch of the North,” I replied, “I got the impression that she doesn’t likes us very much,” and we all giggled. We all agreed that so long as wives like her hated us, we must be doing something right!

Just then our food finally arrived. As I started to reach for it, I sensed someone behind us and turned to see a group of guys standing there smiling gamely. To my surprise, I recognized them immediately, even though it had been quite a while since I’d last seen a couple. I recognized the one who seemed to be the leader as Gary. We had been in the same high school class and even dated a few times. At the time he’d gotten nothing but more than a BJ from me but then years later we bumped into each other at church.

Well, it turned out to be a lot more than a bump but you get the idea. Next to him was Terry, one of Kristen’s old boyfriends I vaguely remembered from a couple of years or so ago. My memory started to come back and I recalled that he and his brother had spent a few double dates with Kristen and me. Some fond memories of an afternoon out on the deck with them still haunted me at times. In the back of the pack was Todd, still as shy as always. Todd and I went back quite a ways. There was one time in particular where another girl and I had teased him mercilessly in Chemistry class where he worked as an assistant. Years later our paths crossed and I learned that he had grown up - a lot, and in all the right places as well. Indeed, the day he spent with my friend Nancy and I was one that made it into my diary!

Wow, it had been a couple of years or so since I’d been with any of them and so it felt sort of weird that the three of them would be together just at the same time that the three of us girls were out. Something was suspicious. Call me paranoid but I immediately suspected my slutty cousin of arranging something but she was acting as surprised as I was. Well, she was PAID to be a good actor so I never could tell for sure in these type of situations if she was playing me or not.

Beth didn’t seem to know any of them and I had to remind her about Todd and Gary, since they’d been in several of our classes. It didn’t surprise me she didn’t know Terry, unless she had been hanging around with Kristen and hadn’t told me about it. I sort of doubted it as one of the them would have been bragging about it the next day!

“Hey, we’ve got a table over there, would you girls like to join us?” Gary offered. The three of us looked at each other and almost as if we were mind readers, all shrugged at the same time which drew a laugh from everyone.

“Sure, just let us get our stuff here moved to your table,” Kristen said quickly, seizing the moment as she liked to say.

The guys were more than anxious to help us and they even grabbed out coats for us. We followed them to their table which was over in the outer section of the restaurant. There were lots of windows and it was noticeably chillier than it had been in the center of the restaurant at the bar but I wasn’t about to complain. I could feel a small furnace lighting between my legs which was keeping my mind off the cold! I’d fucked all three of these guys at least once in the past and had to admit, wouldn’t mind doing all three of them again - maybe together this time around.

Seating arrangements were a critical decision, even if we tried not to make a big deal of it. Basically, there were two options - “tease” vs. “slut”. If there’s one things girls just seem to know instinctively, it’s using the “herd” mentality for protection. Think about it ... how often do you ever see a girl at a table go to the restroom alone if there’s other girls with her? And no, it’s NOT so they can have wild lesbian sex behind closed doors! Look at the mall ... I’m sure you’ve noticed that the girls all hang together in their little “herds”, typically separated by looks, social status and culture.

As a general rule, the “herd” stays together so if you see a group of girls hanging around together, don’t expect it to be so easy to “split one off from the herd” just so you can do her. Sorry, but unlike in the raunchy movies, the odds are heavily against you and you’d be better off saving your strength, biding your time for when they break apart later. It’s when you see a girl alone, especially if she’s flaunting what her momma gave her, that you know you have the best shot - or at least an opportunity. It’s the wild mustang that goes it alone - or the loser but we won’t go there!