Bad Idea: We Sent Sexy Pictures of My New Girlfriend to My Buddy
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I'm in friend zone....
Romance Sex Story: I'm in friend zone.... - We sent sexy pictures of my new girlfriend to my buddy. That was very bad idea, my friend asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go on a date with him too.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching MaleDom FemaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Masturbation Petting Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution Revenge Violence
She really packed a lot of stuff when we had to leave. It was surreal how I froze in the middle of the kitchen and did nothing, while she was rushing around. I have a lot of clothes here, and we can even go shopping. We should call Carlo. She gave me an elegant outfit; she chose a blue and white striped bodysuit for herself.
‘Well, it’s lucky you only tore my lingerie with that whore! This was the only decent outfit you had for me.’
She took off her bra, took her nipple piercing out of her purse, and put on a much tighter thong, and slipped on the striped, form-fitting, one-piece outfit. She rummaged around a bit more and pulled out one of my leather jackets.
“It’s a little cold outside, can I wear this?”
“Sure, but you should find some pants and a sweater.”
“No, this is fine. I want to have dinner in a sexy outfit.”
I looked at her a little angrily, but in the end, we both got changed and headed for the boat. It wasn’t far, but there were armed guards at various points along the way, and a helicopter circling above the hotel. The boat was moored in front of the hotel on the lake, anchored, not going anywhere. I took her hand because we had to do something about the fact that we were here together, with the Mafia hunting us both, but I hated her because she had cheated on me.
She turned to me.
‘I’m sorry, but let’s just be friends here. I can’t handle anything more right now.’
‘What?’
“Don’t hold my hand like we’re in love. This is a difficult time for us. We’re friends, who have been brought together by fate. You understand, just friends. Of course, friends who have sex!”
She said, smiling, and, although she took her hand out of mine, she put her arm around me. So, friends. Who have sex. What’s the difference? I didn’t feel like asking. The entrance to the ship was also guarded by commandos, but we were slowly getting used to it. Inside, it wasn’t very elegant, just a simple restaurant and bar. We sat down at a small table for two. I was tense, mainly because of what she had said. I didn’t understand why she said it. We sat across from each other, and she finally took my hand on the table.
‘Don’t be tense again. I can see you’re angry with me. We’re in the same boat. Or rather, we’re having dinner together,” she laughed. Well, it wasn’t that funny. ‘I still need time to process what’s happening. I can’t even have sex with you properly, even though I’d like to. I haven’t been able to with anyone since then.’
She looked at me softly and took my hand when the waiter came.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the most secure restaurant in the world. What can I get you to drink?’
“I’ll have a mineral water.”
“And for the lovely lady?”
“I don’t know what to order.”
‘Alcoholic beverages are not prohibited. This is the first time I’ve seen you here. You must be very nervous. I can recommend a special drink that will help you relax.’
‘Okay, I’ll have that.’
The waiter left, but soon returned with mineral water and a cocktail. There was a stage-like platform at the front of the restaurant, and an elderly lady, with a handgun but friendly, stood there and then stepped up to the microphone:
‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. Especially our new guests, and our regulars, please listen to me for a few minutes. As you know, this is a witness protection programme, and your safety is our top priority. Many of you have suffered serious trauma, so if you need help for this, or anything else, please let the staff know. You can ask anyone for help. We will take care of your needs and safety during your stay here. Alcoholic beverages are permitted, but please drink in moderation, and do not make our job more difficult. I wish everyone bon appétit, and hope you enjoy yourselves after dinner. You may remain on the ship until midnight, after which I ask that you return to your designated hotel rooms. Thank you.”
She left the stage, and if I hadn’t been nervous about the venue before, I was now. My girlfriend took a sip of her cocktail, looked at me, and signalled that she liked it. The restaurant was nearly full, with guests of all ages. Who knows what had happened to them, but I didn’t care. I felt tension rising in my throat.
“Welcome back, is the lovely lady satisfied with her drink?”
“Oh, yes, very pleasant.”
“What can I get you for dinner?”
We hadn’t looked at the menu yet. We chatted charmingly with the waiter, then his eyes popped out when he saw my girlfriend. Finally, we ordered food.
He brought it out, we ate it, it was good, my girlfriend drank her cocktail, and I don’t know what was in it, but she became more cheerful and relaxed. We waited to see what would happen, and finally, they took the bowls away from everyone. I ordered another Whiskey and Coke, and my girlfriend ordered another cocktail. I was glad she was cheerful. Meanwhile, they were preparing something on the small stage, where the police officer had given instructions at the beginning of the dinner. My girlfriend was cheerful, I hadn’t seen her like this in a long time, and I was enjoying my whiskey, when she turned to me, laughing, and said:
‘Hey, I really like that waiter. If there’s music, I’m dancing with him.’
I looked at her as if I had been scalded. She likes the waiter...
‘Oh, come on, you could find yourself a dance partner or someone to talk to. I have to forget what happened, and to do that, I need to meet other people.’
“Well, okay. Whatever you say,” I said, a little angrily. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
We sat there for a while, and I became angry and tense. I looked around to see who else was there, but they weren’t our age group, and most of the few ‘guests’ left after dinner. The stage was rearranged a little, the restaurant was closed, and only the bar remained open. In the other half of the restaurant, music began to play, accompanied by dim lights. This prompted even more people to go up to their hotel rooms, and very few of us remained, perhaps less than ten. I could see the excited anticipation in my girlfriend’s eyes as she sipped her cocktail and turned to me cheerfully:
‘Oh, there’s going to be music. How nice. Come on, let’s go over there and dance, if you feel like it, but you won’t be mad if I dance with the waiter too?”
“Well ... your dress is too sexy to dance with strangers.”
“Well ... maybe. But I want to meet people. That’s not a crime.” She said, sipping the rest of her cocktail, taking my hand, and pulling me into the next room, where atmospheric, soothing music was playing and colorful lights were flashing.
We were sitting there, maybe three people came over, two men and a woman, but it seemed like they were together. My girlfriend became noticeably relaxed and cheerful; I think there was something ‘tension-relieving’ in her cocktail. Finally, she jumped up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me onto the stage. We cuddled and hugged each other. Her tight-fitting, short dress was incredibly sexy, even though it was just something she had brought with her to wear at home during our weekend together. We danced close together, sometimes laughing and kissing happily, and I hugged her and thought I’d wait a little longer before going back to the hotel room together. I shouldn’t have waited. After a few songs, we sat back down at the table, when the waiter came over to us:
“Good evening, I see you’re having a good time. If you need anything, the staff and I are at your disposal.’
He had already changed into street clothes; I guess he was just working at the food counter. He was handsome, slim but not muscular, wearing a stylish combination of tight jeans and an elegant shirt, with a minimal beard and stubble. He was the kind of handsome guy that moms would like.
“Oh, everything’s fine, we’re really enjoying ourselves. Can I have another cocktail?’
‘I don’t recommend it. It contains quite a lot of alcohol, and there’s a little tension reliever in it, too. Two glasses are usually enough to make you feel good and sleep well after the evening programme.”
“Okay, then I’ll have something else! Dance with me!”
“My dear lady, your wish is my command,” he said, and with his hand outstretched, he took my ex-girlfriend up onto the stage. The slow, soothing music continued to play, and then...