Chapter 3: The Boyfriend

“Cindy, I’ve been thinking.” It was late morning as they lazily lay in bed. Lori had left about an hour ago after spending the night with them.

“About what, love?” Cindy looked wistfully into Lennie’s eyes.

“Two things, actually. We need to get back to regular workouts, and we have to get our trainers over here at our new gym because otherwise, we’re going to get fat and weak.” Cindy nodded; she had thought about the same thing just a few minutes ago when they were slowly waking up in each other’s arms.

Lennie continued, “And, about how to help the other girls find their own guy—I have an idea for one of them. I know a good guy whom I think one or more of the girls would like. I think he would fit the best with Taylor or Kaylani, maybe Lori.”

“I don’t think that Lori wants anyone just now, baby. She really likes the three of us together, but tell me more.”

“I have a friend, Mike, who is 54, I think. He’s married now, but it is on its last legs. He’s a computer programmer or an IT professional of some kind. He’s a bigger guy, a few inches shorter than me, and shaves his head. He’s big, built like a lineman, and is strong. He is an author who has had a couple of books published by one of those online publishers and has a few more books in the works as well. And the knowledge he has about so many subjects, it’s almost unreal,” Lennie finished his spiel with a flourish.

“But you said he was married?”

“He and his wife don’t get along well, and to top it off, she doesn’t like any of his friends. Not just a few, but none of them. They don’t have kids, so there is nothing to worry about in that respect. It’s not like either one of them is evil or anything, but it seems like they were never really a good pair together. Or maybe they were, but things have changed. Talking between the lines with friends and listening to them over the years, I think they married because of their sex life instead of having a lot in common. In recent times, their sex life has been waning. I think that Taylor would like him, and I know he would like Taylor. I think that he would probably like Kaylani, too. Like I said, he’s a good guy. Off and on, we’ve gone shooting at the gun range, as well as other events with groups of like-minded friends.”

“Okay, but what about Taylor’s profession? You know that’s always the thing men can’t get over.”

“Before he met his current wife, he had dated a stripper, I think. I’m unsure about the details, but he’s talked about it a few times in passing. I don’t think the sex worker background will faze him too much. Of course, I could be wrong. I just think there could be something there, and I’ve been thinking about what I could do to help out the girls. I know that not having a boyfriend bothers them. And while I like to spend time with all seven of you, I’m just an old guy whose dick can only get hard once a night at best.”

Cindy laughed. “It sounds nice, baby. How should we do this? Have him call her and introduce himself?”

“No, I think a little bit of a ruse could help. Are you up for it?”

Cindy smiled and nodded. “You bet I am!”

Lennie first texted Mike to connect with him. If he had time, he would text back, and they would connect by phone. Sometimes he got so busy that he couldn’t even answer his texts for a day or two, but he always responded.

Mike responded within five minutes. Lennie called him immediately. “Hey Mike, are you up for a bourbon after work tonight? I’m buying. Buffalo Trace, of course. I want to introduce you to my new girlfriend.”

Words came from the other end of Lennie’s phone. “Well, it’s been a couple of months now, but we’ve come up for air, and I want her to meet some of my friends.”

Buffalo Trace was Mike’s favorite bourbon, and he had introduced Lennie to it years ago.

“Of course, and you’re buying, Mister Millionaire!” Mike had known Lennie years before he got involved in his successful business, back when he was an Uber driver. Mike heard Lennie’s voice again and answered, “The bar at John Howie’s? Sure. How about 6 p.m.?”

“Done, see you then.”

At about a quarter to six, Lennie and Cindy were already sitting at the bar. Taylor and Kaylani were sitting with them. The girls enjoyed their mojitos, while Lennie sipped his first Buffalo Trace on the rocks. Lennie could see the entire entryway and saw Mike before he saw them. Mike was handsomely attired in dark slacks, an open-collared shirt, a sports jacket, and Italian leather shoes. Lennie got up from his barstool and walked toward Mike.

“Hi, Lennie,” Mike said as he reached out, shaking his friend’s hand. Then he looked behind him at the bar, seeing three incredibly beautiful women sitting on stools. All of them were smiling at the men.

Cindy stood up from her stool and took a step forward. “Mike, let me introduce you to Cindy. Cindy, Mike.”

“Hi Mike, Lennie has told me good things about you,” she said as she moved to give him a big hug. Her breasts were purposely crushing the big man in his chest. Mike enjoyed the attention. He was caught off guard at the tingle in his groin.

“Wow! You’re beautiful, Cindy. How did Lennie get so lucky?”

“You have that wrong, Mike. I’m the one who got lucky,” Cindy said completely sincerely.

“Okay, but I can’t believe that. And you dress too well and look too good to think you are hanging with him because of his newfound wealth. Trust me, he’s the same old guy as when he drove Uber.” Mike stopped immediately when he realized he may have said something he shouldn’t have. “Oops, sorry, Lennie, was I supposed to keep that quiet?” Mike said nervously.

“Ha! Don’t worry about it, Mike. Cindy and I are an open book to each other, and that’s the way we both want it. If she doesn’t know something specific about me, it’s only because we haven’t had the time. She knows all the important stuff I can think of so far. Oh, and Cindy ran into two of her friends who were shopping at Bell Square and just happened to be here. Meet Taylor and Kaylani. Ladies, this is my friend, Mike.” Both girls stood from their bar seats to make their acquaintance.

Mike’s jaw dropped open when he turned his head and looked at the two women up close. He held out his hand to Taylor, who was closest. “Hi, I’m Mike, and I am certainly pleased to meet you.”

Taylor grabbed his hand as if she were going to shake it, but pulled him into a tight hug instead and kissed him on the cheek, which purposely lingered. Her DD breasts leaned into Mike’s chest, trapped between their two bodies. Her sultry Australian accent opened up to him for the first time as she spoke softly into his ear. “Any friend of Lennie’s is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you, Mike,” she breathed in her warmest Aussie accent.

Kaylani stood next to Taylor, and when their embrace broke, she took a step forward and hugged him as well. Kaylani did the trifecta, crushing her breasts into Mike, too. “So good to meet you, Mike. Lennie was telling us you are an author. That sounds interesting. Tell me more.”

Lennie and Cindy moved over a chair and let Mike sit between Taylor and Kaylani. Lennie looked at the bartender, whom he’d often tipped a fifty for a fifteen-dollar drink, pointed to his empty glass, and lifted two fingers. Within seconds, two fresh drinks of Buffalo Trace on the rocks were in front of the men. As Lennie sat down, Cindy quietly whispered into his ear, “That worked out well, I must say.”

The two friends started talking while the women sat back and listened intently. Mike was a bit off his game—being unexpectedly surrounded by extremely beautiful women would do that to most men. However, their conversation continued, and the topic of firearms surfaced.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying the advanced target shooting on a timed course, with pop-ups of bad guys and mothers with babies. I’ve been doing better than I’d expected. In the last three weeks, I’ve only killed one mom,” Mike grinned.

Taylor spoke up. “You shoot guns?” she asked in her heaviest Aussie accent. “What’s your carry piece?”

“I usually like my XD9. It fits my hand so well,” Mike said.

“An XD? Springfield makes a good gun. I’m a Sig girl myself.”

“Sig Sauer? You shoot? Really?” Mike did a second take at Taylor. Kaylani giggled. “Those must be brands of guns, I guess,” was her response. She was reading the situation and realized there was a spark between the two. Oh well, at least she would have some fun with friends tonight.

“You shoot, Taylor? I never knew,” Lennie said. Taylor never broke her stare at Mike but said, “Yeah, Lennie, I do. I have been for years.”

She continued to lock eyes with Mike. “I shoot, but I haven’t been to the range in way too long. My favorite is my P226, but I usually carry a P320. Both of them are chambered in nine. But my favorite is my Kimber Stainless. It runs like nothing else.”

“You have a Kimber Stainless? So do I!” Mike exclaimed. It’s my first .45. I’ve had it for nearly ten years now. I also have an XD .45. It’s a great gun for the price. Of course, I just like the XD line. You know, we should go to the range together someday. It would be fun!”

Taylor nodded and smiled, her genuine warmth obvious to all. “What a small world, Mike. I’m so glad we ran into Lennie and Cindy here; otherwise, I would have never met you.” Her sincerity was evident, even if the story was somewhat of a white lie. Sitting on the other side of Lennie, Cindy giggled. She had seen Taylor in action with men many times, too numerous to count. Taylor was turning on the charm. It was obvious to Cindy that Taylor liked Mike a lot.

The conversation continued for an hour or more, and all made an effort to include Kaylani in the conversation. But Kaylani read the room and made an excuse to leave, saying she had to get up early in the morning. Instead of dinner, they had some hors d’oeuvres at the bar. They kept ordering again and again until they were all full.

After they were done, Cindy spoke. “Hey, are you up for a little dancing, Mike? We were at this bar a while back that plays blues and rock and has a nice little dance floor. How about it?”

Mike hadn’t planned on staying out late. He had told his wife he was just going to meet with Lennie for a drink. Like his other friends, she didn’t like Lennie. In fact, Lennie was one of Mike’s friends she liked least, although Lennie always treated her well. She had made it known with her body language and stilted conversation more than once. Lennie had no idea how he may have pissed her off, but it was obvious what she thought of him in their various interactions.

“Well, I was supposed to be home, but I can go out for a set of tunes and a drink or two, I guess.”

“Oh?” Taylor quizzed. “Is there a reason for you to be home?”

“Uh, yeah, I told my wife I wouldn’t be out late with Lennie.” And then he paused for a second, thinking some hidden thoughts. “But you know what? To hell with her. She never liked Lennie anyway. Let’s go.” Mike’s response surprised Lennie with the disdain in his answer.

Lennie and Cindy got into his big Expedition SUV, while Taylor rode with Mike, following in his Audi. They arrived at the same time, parking next to each other in the lot. The girls quickly stepped in front of the guys and walked briskly to the door, quietly chatting. Mike held back and waited for Lennie. As he walked up to Lennie, he gave him a fist bump.

“Damn, man, Taylor is fucking incredible!” Mike said glowingly.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, Mike. I’ll just let you get to know her.”

They went in and secured a table fairly close to the dance floor. Drinks immediately hit the table as the bartender recognized the man who tips bartenders hundred-dollar bills. The drinks kept flowing until the music started.

Both couples got up at the first song, which was a fast honky-tonk-style blues number that was easy to dance to. They stayed for the first three songs, and when the fourth one was a slow number, both couples grabbed their partner and slowly swayed to the music. Taylor snuggled up to Mike, and they were cheek to cheek, exactly his height with her three-inch Cuban boot heels. She swayed seductively and rested her head on Mike’s shoulder, and she started to purr.

She was actually purring like a cat. Her neck was lying on his shoulder, and he could feel the vibration as well as hear it between songs. Mike went nuts. He squeezed her tightly, feeling her massive chest grind into his. It had been years since Mike had experienced anything like this. There was blinding passion between them. When the song was over and a fast rocker started up, she leaned in and deliberately, slowly kissed him on the lips. They went back to their seats holding hands, and another round of the same drinks was at their table in a couple of minutes without asking.

As they walked back to the table, Cindy whispered, “You’re a fucking Cupid, aren’t you!” Lennie laughed out loud.

Mike turned and looked at Lennie, but didn’t hear her words. “It’s just a private joke; it’s nothing,” Lennie said to Mike.

The rest of the evening continued as it started. Mike stayed for two sets, not just one. “Sorry, but I have to go, guys. I wish I could stay longer. Taylor, I am so glad I ran into you. Maybe we can talk again sometime?” Mike asked, hope suffusing his voice.

“Where do you live? Is it close by?”

“No, I live out in Monroe,” Mike replied, making a sad face. Monroe was a full thirty minutes away in the opposite direction, towards the foothills of the Cascades.

“That’s okay, I’ll just get a ride home with Cindy and Lennie. Let me walk you out to your car, Mike.”

The walk from their cars to the front door of the club was about two minutes. Twenty minutes later, Taylor returned to her seat. Cindy was laughing out loud, and Lennie was smiling. “Whaaat?” Taylor innocently asked.

Cindy leaned over to Taylor and sniffed hard. “Yep, I was right.” Lennie looked at her, mystified. Cindy read Lennie’s face and said, “Lennie, go over to Taylor and take a big whiff. What do you smell?”

Lennie moved to the seat Mike had sat in. He leaned into her and inhaled. He paused and inhaled again. “Umm, I don’t smell anything, Cindy.”

“EXACTLY!” she proclaimed. “And neither will his wife when he gets home late. Taylor isn’t wearing any perfume. Smart girl. Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else, sweetie.” She looked at Taylor again. “And you. Did you get lost in the parking lot, honey? And you DID wipe your lipstick smears off his face, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. I checked twice.” Taylor smiled as if she knew a secret and wasn’t telling. “Let’s just say we both got lost for a while out there. Oh, and Mike needs to start drinking pineapple juice. I don’t do bitter very well.”