Chapter 28

“Are you ready for dinner, Debbie?” Alan asks when the woman opens the door.

She smiles and sashays in place for him. “Of course I am. How do I look?”

Alan looks her over and grins. She wears a tight, formfitting dress that makes her look really sexy and really gorgeous. It is purple and feels practically like silk, really comfortable with an open back design. If goes all the way down to her ankles with a small slit for her leg that goes all the way up to just underneath her hip. “Just like I knew you would look,” he answers.

“I didn’t expect you to have one sent here for me to wear,” she informs him.

“I’m in a great mood,” he says, adding a wolfish grin.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I’ll tell you over dinner.”

She follows the man out the door and to his car. Arriving at the restaurant, Debbie’s jaw drops. “Are you serious?” she asks with respect to the fact that this restaurant is perhaps the hardest to get a reservation to.

Alan nods. “I have a standing reservation here,” he tells her. “They always have a table for me no matter when I come or how long it has been since the last time.” He takes her hand and leads her in.

They get their table and their menus and then sit in silence while they look over for something to eat. “What do you recommend?” she asks after a while.

Without looking from the menu, Alan says, “Pretty much anything here is good. So long as you’re open to trying something different, you shouldn’t have a problem.”

The two place their order, and as soon as the waiter walks away, they are looking at each other. A small smirk on his face comes over his face. “I’ve got this feeling that there is a lot more to you than you let on.”

“And what makes you say that?” she asks.

“I’ve known a lot of women,” he counters. “I can tell women apart.”

“That sounds sexist, you know?”

“Maybe, but I know,” he says with a shrug. “Like for instance, you’re a bit of a freak.”

“Freak?” she asks coyly. “I don’t think so.”

“I’m going out on a limb to say that you like watching people having sex, maybe you yourself being watched,” he says, and when she turns slightly red, he knows he has hit it right on the mark. “See?”

“Okay, so maybe you’re a little right,” she teases. “Is that something you have planned?”

“Maybe in the future,” he says, his gaze traveling over the upper half of her body.

Debbie gulps at the attention, feeling intimidated under his gaze. “You know, I had no problem giving you that blow job that day. I had just wished you would have wanted more.”

“I got more, didn’t I?” he asks.

“You did,” she admits.

“Would it have changed you resigning?”

“I think I would have done it a lot sooner.”

“Why?”

“Work and pleasure don’t really mix,” she says.

“I couldn’t agree with you on that,” Alan sighs.

“At least for some of us then,” she corrects herself.

“And that is on the basis of what?”

“I couldn’t fuck my boss and still perform my duties without thinking about special treatment,” she explains. “I don’t know how Judy does it.”

The statement is like a slap in the face. As far as anyone knows, no one knows. He tries to mask his surprise when he asks, “What makes you think something is going on?”

“Oh, come on Alan,” the woman says flirtatiously. “It doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re attracted to her. Plus all the time she spends in your office, as well as how long she is in there. Plus, your mood changes like it has tonight.”

“Alright, it would be unfair to lie to you,” he says. “She has been giving me blowjobs since she started at the company.”

“Wow,” she blows her breath out exaggeratedly. “That’s quite a long time.”

“It is, but now that has to change,” he informs her.

“She quit?” He nods his head. “Why?”

“Long story,” he says.

“That doesn’t seem like something that would put you in a good mood,” Debbie points out.

“It normally wouldn’t, but I’ve had some things in my life change, and I’m happy about them,” he says.

“Like another woman?” she presses.

Before he can answer, the waiter is back with their food. Alan looks at what the two of them ordered and says, “This looks great.”

Debbie nods in agreement ad she begins to eat her food. Both of them fall into a comfortable silence as they eat the food. A few minutes into their meals, she sets her utensils down and looks up at the man. “So tell me about her.”

Alan chuckles and swallows his mouthful. “What makes you think that it’s not you?”

“You know women, I know men,” she answers honestly. “I know when I am involved with someone of a friends with benefits thing. I hope we’ll become more than that, but I accept it for what it is.”

“I was prepared for a more one on one relationship with Judy,” he confesses. “But since it’s not going to work out like that, I’m not sure if I ever want to be a one woman guy. I was when I was younger. But since then I have had the pleasures of too many women to give them up.”

“I can accept that,” Debbie says without hesitation. “Like you called it, I am open to nearly anything you can throw my way.”

A smile presses at the corners of his mouth. “So if I were to tell you that I was seeing this woman again, along with a friend of hers as well, you wouldn’t be hurt by it?”

“Not at all,” Debbie says. “I hope the further we get into this relationship of ours, you’ll consider me doing some wild things like that.”

They finish their meals. Alan knows that he has someone special, maybe even better than Judy. He admonishes himself for ever wanting to give up his lifestyle, though having someone to spend the rest of his life with is appealing. Who knows, maybe Debbie is that person. Neither of them wants the night to end.

“So, you want to go to your place or mine?” he asks.

“Definitely yours,” Debbie says quickly. “Where else am I going to fuck you where your dog can watch?”

Alan smirks at that. His eyes travel her along her body. Revealing his innermost turmoil to Kennedy and then Cathleen was a great feeling. When that transferred to a whole new world of possible pleasures through Cathleen, it was even better. Now Debbie seems to be in the same boat, so to speak, and it is awesome!

Debbie stands up with him, allowing Alan to grab onto her hand and lead her out of the restaurant. She feels a small blush on her cheeks as the man interlocks their fingers. It’s a small win, but it’s a win nonetheless. Once outside, he opens the door for her. She smiles at him and climbs in. When Alan gets into the driver’s seat, he smiles at her and leans over for a kiss. It is brief, but it causes a wave of heat of cascade over the woman. She sits back in the seat and buckles up.

At home, Alan wastes no time unlocking the door, pushing it open and pulling her inside. Though he has had her already, and though he is getting some tonight, Alan feels invigorated at Debbie’s attitude toward his lifestyle. She seems to be willing to do so much, and that means he could probably confess his interest in Sandy. But that will be at another time perhaps. Debbie smirks at his confidence as he locks the door behind them, throws his keys down and turns to her, placing his hands on either side of her hips and then his forehead against hers. “I wonder where Sandy is.”

“I don’t know,” the woman replies. “But if she is going to want a show she better hurry of she is going to miss out.”

“She won’t miss out,” he puffs. “There is going to be an encore.” He leans in and swiftly presses his lips against hers. The kiss starts out desperately, their mouth muscles quick to explore one another’s mouths as they press their bodies against each other. Their hands explore, grasping at the other’s clothes. Alan suddenly pulls away from her, causing the man to let out a whine as she tries to kiss him more. He shakes his head as he pulls away. “Bedroom ... now...” He grans onto her wrist and leads her to the bedroom.

Kicking the door open they find Sandy lying on the bed. She lifts her head and begins waging her tail.

“It looks like she is not going to miss out,” Debbie says cheerily, kicking off her heels before turning back to the man.