Chapter 5

The time was approaching 1:45a.m., and Lisa, Stephanie, and the rest were still sitting across the room from us, drinking and laughing, as they had been for the past hour and a half, since Julia and I had finished having sex. She had fallen asleep on my lap, with my arms wrapped around her. I'd asked Lisa if she thought I should wake her, but was told to let her sleep.

Occasionally, I'd have a shot or two, when offered, but spent most of my time enjoying her presence. I'll admit that by now, I was pretty drunk, but had no want (or need) to party. Everything I wanted was asleep, in my arms. I laid there, in that recliner, intoxicated not just by the alcohol, but by her touch, her smell... her warmth. It had been over an hour since we'd had sex last, and I was still feeling the afterglow.

In that time, I'd watched the people on the dancefloor, above us. The constant movement of the countless dancers was almost hypnotizing, as I laid there, searching my heart and my mind, making sure that what I felt was true. Did I really love her? Was it possible to fall in love with someone whom you'd only met, three days ago? My heart said 'yes.'

But I didn't know anything about her. What was her favorite movie? What were her hobbies?

Where was she born?

What was her college major?

The questions started to overcome me. But the worst? What if she was only in it for the fun? Honestly speaking, this wasn't what anyone could call a 'normal' relationship. So, how could I find out if she felt the same way? I'd have to come up with a plan. "Just enjoy her presence, for tonight." I told myself, disregarding the thoughts I'd been plagued with.

We'd left the club at around 2:30, and were soon on our way home. The drive back from Dallas was a long one, and I spent most of it in the back seat, with Julia's head resting in my lap. I was still having problems accepting the fact that I'd admitted to myself that I loved her, but had gone on with the decision to ignore all of that, for now.

"Let's stop off and grab a bite to eat." Lisa suggested, as we reached a medium-sized town, about 15 miles away from home. Stephanie agreed with her, and in no time at all, we had pulled into the parking lot of a local Denny's.

I gently woke up Julia, and the four of us piled out of the car, and walked single-file into the restaraunt. Of course, the only patrons within were stoners or drunks, and we were no exception.

Within moments, we were shown to our table, and had ordered. Before long, our food was brought to us. Why we were still hungry after the meal we'd eaten at the club was beyond me, but I wasn't going to turn down food.

"So what did you think of tonight, James?" Stephanie asked, grinning at me from behind her plate. The flourescent light eased through her fiery red hair, and her eyes were gleaming.

"Pretty damn slick." I replied, between chewing and swallowing. "It's been a hell of a night." I finished, before spearing another bite of food, with my fork.

"So we saw." Lisa giggled, Stephanie joining her. After a beat, I noticed that Julia has begun to blush. I was lost.

"Huh?" I asked, more like grunted. This erupted all three girls into an echoing laughter within the building. Julia buried her face in her hands, and Lisa fought to keep from choking.

"They saw us in the recliner." Julia said, still blushing behind her hands. I stopped in mid-chew, not sure what to say. After a second, I disregarded it.

"So? Nothing you haven't seen before." I said, trying to sound non-chalant. The girls seemed impressed by my response. Julia grinned at me from the other side of the wrap-around corner table, just as I felt the touch of something against the crotch of my jeans. It was a foot. Playing it cool, I continued eating, as I looked over the girls faces. Each one was still eating, occasionally glancing at me. I had no idea which girl it was. At this point, I didn't care.

This foot was now steadily massaging my cock, through my jeans, and within moments, I could feel my hard-on, pushing back through my jeans.

As I took another bite of my food, I could feel the warm sensation of my erection, and the pleasure that it was receiving, by whoever's foot this was. I closed my eyes momentarily, while chewing, to enjoy it. I could feel this foot, sliding itself against the fabric of my jeans, beneath the table. Accidentally, I let a small moan escape.

I quickly opened my eyes, to find out if anyone had noticed. Lisa smiled at me, but Stephanie and Julia were busy eating their meals. But wait...

Blushing, Lisa was smirking at me, as she politely used her napkin to wipe her mouth, still full of food. Was it? It was! With an "accidental" drop of my silverware, and a glance under the table, I traced the foot to Lisa. The sight of her long leg was beautiful, as it stretched out, spanning the void between our seats. Her stocking clung to the thin outline of her leg, it's dark-rose coloring only serving to hieghten it's beauty.

Slowly, I raised up, spoon in hand, re-taking my place in my seat. No one was suspicious. No one but Lisa, who's known what I'd seen. Her smirk evolved into a mischeivious grin, as her dark brown hair curved in, around her cheeks, reaching the length of her face, and coming to an end at her jaw.

Flattered, but uncomfortable with my situation, I smiled back at her, and winked in a playful tone, before excusing myself to the restroom. As I walked away from the table, I could hear Lisa tell the group that she, too, needed to be excused. This wasn't what I'd had in mind.

I entered the men's bathroom, and took care of my business. As I walked up to the sink, I no sooner turned the faucet on, before the door crept open, and Lisa's beautiful figure came walking into the room. Her short dark hair tossed, gently, in the breeze, as she strolled up beside me. Her silken black dress clung to her figure, serving as garnish for the entree. She was eye candy.