“Did you want some too?”

Her voice sounded almost charmed and sweet as I jumped out of my skin.

“Oh, um, sorry for staring,” I said, hurrying along. God! What was wrong with me? A woman was breastfeeding on a bench on my walk to work and I guess ... I perved out a bit too much? Dammit. Fuck it.

I walked, power-walked, honestly around the next block. I zigzagged around a few pedestrians and it felt like all eyes were on me. I shook my head, pulled the door of my favorite hole-in-the-wall cafe, and got into line behind a petite redhead. When I’m trying not to be a perv, I guess that’s when it hits me the hardest. I couldn’t get my eyes off of her butt.

I barely even noticed the others get in line behind me. I got bumped and accidentally jostled forward into the redhead.

“‘scuse me,” said the guy behind me, eyes still on his phone.

The girl turned to me.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said.

“It’s fine,” she said with a polite smile. “You just bumped my ass. You can fuck it if you prefer.”

“Uh...” I jabbered. “Look, sorry. They’re waiting for you.”

I gestured to the barista, a tattooed girl with a punk rock mix of jet black and lavender hair. Her name tag said ‘Michelle’ and I yanked my eyes away from her small breasts. She looked right past the redhead and smiled at me.

“I’m still working, but if you need a blowjob or something, my break’s in an hour.”

I left the line. I left the shop. I pounded my skull. I hurried past anyone on the street, especially if I made eye contact with a woman. I got to the construction site.

“Curry. Go talk to the foreman!” My buddy Ryan yelled at me as I stepped on the site. On site, we always called each other Curry and Burns, never Josh and Ryan. I never knew why.

“I can’t just get to work?” I asked.

“Insurance bullshit,” he said. “If he’s not at the trailer, he soon will be.”

I walked on to the trailer and knocked on the door before entering. Lindsay was at the desk, sitting and playing on her phone. “Hey, boss around?”

“He should be any minute,” she said, looking up. As the only woman on site, she was a heavyset woman in her early fifties. She smiled and said: “Want a handjob while you wait? Come sit next to me.”

I frowned. My brain firing on one cylinder. I think I said ‘No’, but whether that made it through the confused mumble was anyone’s guess. Lindsay didn’t seem worse for wear, returning idly to her phone. The door thankfully opened behind me. “Kid, there you are!”

The foreman saved me, clapping my shoulder. There was a curtained partition that represented the ‘office’; he led me inside. “What did the doc say? Three days rest and you’re good? Still got a lot of this old building to tear down.”

I stared blankly at him for a moment. I’d spent those three days at home, in bed, playing video games like I was home sick from junior high. It was some of the best days of my career. I felt three days had been pushing it though.

“I think I ... I think I pushed myself. Can I take one more day?”

He nodded, frowned, but nodded.

“Go, I’m not getting sued over this place,” he said. “I want you at your best, but I want this place finished by next Friday. I expect you to come in swinging tomorrow.”

“Right-o, boss,” I said. “Thank you.”

“Go,” he said.

I did, not sparing a millisecond for Lindsay and she seemed no worse for wear. I went and found Ryan, “Burns!”

“Yo, Curry,” he said, sledgehammer on his shoulder at the base of the stairs.

“I’m taking another day. Mind if I stop by your place. I need a woman’s opinion on something,” I said.

“And Luce’s the only woman you have the balls to talk to?” he said, laughing. “Yeah, fine, obviously. She’d love to see you. Plus she gives really good head, so there’s that.”

I frowned, pretty sure I acknowledged the first part of his answer, and stalked off the site. I called an Uber. Rashid dropped me off at Ryan’s apartment and I jogged up to the front.

A couple of middle aged women were coming out and I held the door for them.

“Oh, hello,” one said.

“Do you need your brains fucked out?” the second asked.

“I could give you quite the ride,” the first one said.

“Um, no, thank you,” I said. “Have a good day.”

“You too young man.”

“Losing your touch, Lizzie?” said the second.

“You’ve never had a touch,” said the first, Lizzie, as they walked off down the street. I quickly buzzed apartment 409.

“Hi,” Lucy answered.

“It’s Josh. Can you buzz me in?”

“Sure, I’ll be in the shower if you want to join me,” she said.

I frowned. But the inner door buzzed and I pulled it open.

It wasn’t my smell or something. Because there was no way she could smell me through the callbox, four floors up, and half the building towards the back. I road the elevator up trying to get my head around this morning.

It started with the mother. Breastfeeding. I hadn’t been staring. I don’t think. But...

I opened the door to Ryan and Lucy’s apartment. It was still pretty sparse. They hadn’t been able to buy much in the way of furniture since she got out of college. Ryan was simply the opposite of a packrat. I’m pretty sure he owned the bed, a phone charger, and a trash can. Everything else he could order.

“I’m in here,” Lucy called, the door to the bathroom opened.

I then had doubts. Not as many as I had questions. But Lucy was my best friend’s girl. Maybe I should get her to set me up with one of her friends? No, that might be organic. This was a better test.

I walked in to the bathroom where she was under the shower. Lucy was a tall and slender woman without much in the way of breasts. Her pixieish blonde cut was cute, and I wouldn’t pretend she wasn’t attractive, she was in fact: hot. Easily, better than I’d ever dated, but she wasn’t a knockout. Her looks didn’t command a room. I guess it was that girl-next-door vibe she had. Tomboy-next-door, more like.

I knew a few things about Lucy, she’d been dating my good friend Ryan for two years. She was twenty-three, two years younger than me, five younger than Ryan. She could roll with most banter, but she was a bit reserved and not comfortable with dirtiest of my jokes.

There was no way she should’ve invited me into her bathroom while she was showering.

But there was no way a breast-feeding mom should’ve offered me a drink.

No way Lindsay should’ve...

I decided to push that mental image out of my mind. Besides I had a beautiful actual image on the other side of the semi-transparent teal shower curtain.

“Hey Josh, you alright? Ryan said you were in an accident,” she said.

“Uh, yeah, I was. Got caught up in a chemical spill of some kind. Thanks for sending that food over to my place. I appreciate it.”

“That was just Uber Eats. It’s not like I cooked or anything,” she said, rinsing her hair as I was staring at her silhouette. “If there’s ever anything else: ask. I always like helping out a friend.”

I felt guilty. I loved Ryan.

But I needed a guinea pig.

Sorry, Lucy.

“I could go for a blowjob,” I said, voice nearly cracking in confused dread.

The rake of the rings on the steel shower bar made me jump as she stuck her frowning face out around the curtain. Then I looked at the happy inquisitive nature of her eyes.

“Can I finish my shower first?” she asked, like she was asking how the weather was today.

“Can I join you?” I asked instead.

“Oh, sure. I suppose,” she said, with a warm smile. I kicked my boots off, and she asked: “Do you need me to undress you?”

“No, thanks,” I said, not wasting any time. I got naked and stepped around the shower curtain. She had her hands on her hips and a grin on her lips.

“Close the curtain? I don’t want to have to mop up all the splash out,” she said.

I did so, but I drank in her naked body. She was all slender lines. Long limbs. She had breasts, and they were small and perky. She had a trimmed but thick bush, it was darker than her hair but still generally blonde. She raked her bangs out of her face and made to sink down to her knees.

“Wait, uh, turn around. I want to see your ass,” I said. I’d never spoken like that. But the day was so surreal, I wasn’t about to waste a chance. She turned around and put her hands on the wall, sticking her butt out at me. I grabbed and squeezed her cheeks. It was firm and toned. I slid my finger along her crack. “Spread your legs.”

She did the best she could, spreading her ankles the width of the tub. I pushed my finger into her asshole.

“I kinda knew you’d be an ass-man,” she said, politely. There was no excess heat or sex in her voice. It was almost as if she were telling me where she bought new shoelaces or something. “You have enough fun? Ready for that blowjob?”

“Ryan said you give good head,” I said, idly sawing my finger in and out of her asshole.

“Well he shouldn’t be bragging about that kinda thing!” The offense and heat in Lucy’s voice shocked me. Her cheeks were suddenly dark red and she struggled to meet my eyes.

“Do you give good head?”

“I try my best,” she said, again subdued and friendly like.

I pulled my finger free and rinsed it in the shower.

“Well, let’s see then, shall we?” I said. All the while, my brain was like: You’re going to hell. You’re going to hell. You’re going to hell.

I tried my best not to think of Ryan, but I didn’t manage to push him out of my mind until Lucy had turned around, knelt down on the floor of the tub and picked up my cock in her left hand. One look up at me with my cock before her lips and she captured my 100% attention. Her hand wrapped around the base of it, her lips closed over the tip of it and my hand gripped the back of her head.

Lucy moaned as I pressed my dick into her mouth. Her eyes rolled up to meet mine and she bobbed her head. I swung my hips forward and drove my cock in, and she sputtered loudly and gagged. She coughed.

“Sorry, you’re a lot bigger than Ryan,” she said.

I grinned for a moment but she began to fondle and lick the shaft with a singsong hum on her lips. “I’ve never understood the big dick obsession. I mean, I can’t do much with all of this, you know.”

“You can learn,” I said. “ I can teach you.”

“Okay,” she said.

She opened her lips and took the head of my cock inside. I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her forward. Her eyes bulged a bit, and a bit of fear spread across her face, but it was gone the instant I pulled back. I thrust forward again and her throat bulged. She held her breath and I fucked her face. She flailed and though I wanted to keep pounding, I didn’t want her throw up. I eased my cock out of her mouth. She struggled to catch her breath.

“OK,” she said. “I’m ready for more.”

“You sure?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, but ... Could you pat me on the head before you cum? That’s what Ryan does. I don’t like the taste.”

“I want to cum in your mouth,” I said.

“OK, we’ll do that then,” she said, with an easy smile. She began licking the top of my dick, wiggling her head in my hand until I took a stronger grip. I pulled her forward onto my cock and she swallowed it with a loud gag. She grabbed my thighs, and I fucked her mouth and throat.

Her eyes narrowed and her brow crinkled. Her face was a mask of concentration, and she held her breath and kept her body still. Her eyes fluttered. I fucked her face until it felt like she was starting to shake with pre-nausea. I ripped my dick clean and she fell onto her palms, heaving and gasping.

“These, uh, lessons are, uh, wow...” she gasped, and finally caught her breath.

“Good,” I said, and booped her on the nose with my cockhead. I wasn’t so rough this time. Her eyes were a mess from tears and drool stained her chin until the shower washed it away. Her nose ran and I let her take the reins this time. She gave a long lick and approached my cock with warmth, but none of the aggression I had been insisting upon her. I swirled my fingers in my hair.

“We’ll do lessons a few times a week, OK?”

“Oh, that would be nice,” she said, brightly smiling and then took the head of my cock through her lips and worked the shaft with her left hand. Her head bobbed, her mouth sucked, and her tongue swirled, I didn’t fuck her throat this time. I didn’t need to. This was good. I felt a familiar tightening and I groaned.

She popped her mouth off of my cock. “You’re close, aren’t you?” she said, licking her lips and looking up at me with eager eyes. “You sure you don’t want to cum on my tits or face? The taste really is--”

“You’re going to swallow my cum, Luce,” I said.

“Only Ryan calls me Luce,” she said. “Lucy, please. OK, Josh?”

I nodded. “Sure, sorry, Lucy.”

“Besides, we can start with that,” Lucy said, her right hand coming up to fondle my balls as she put me back in her mouth. Her eyes rolled up, met mine and she bobbed her head. She worked my cockhead over her tongue. She sucked on my cock and gave no signs of slowing.

“I’m gonna cum!” I grunted.

Lucy’s eyes fluttered, she moaned and her head pushed up and down on my dick. I groaned and spewed a hot rope of spunk into her mouth. I held her head in place and kept my cock planted on her tongue. She gargled on the cum. She swallowed and she gagged. But I didn’t pull out. I kept my dick on her tongue. She swallowed again. She pushed on me, but didn’t try to pull her head back. She swallowed one more time and was finally done.

“OK, I gotta finish my shower,” she said, hopping brightly to her feet.

“Want me to wash your back?” I asked.

“No, that’s a bit weird,” she said. “We’re just friends, Josh.”

“You just sucked my dick and swallowed my cum,” I said, gesturing.

She looked at me like I had three heads.

“I’m going to towel off,” I said, stepping out of the shower. “I’ll be on the couch when you’re done.”

I did so and put my clothes back on before leaving the bathroom. I sat on the couch, the first bit of Ikea furniture Lucy had strongarmed Ryan into buying. I tried to piece together what was happening. Lucy walked by in a robe and went to the bedroom to get dressed. I walked to the door and watched her. She gave me a warm smile before getting into a pair of jeans and a tank top. She sat down at a shaving mirror on a folding table, a makeshift vanity, and put on just a hint of makeup.

“Do you need anything else today?” she asked. “I don’t want to be late for work.”

“I’ll walk with you,” I said. “I’ve got a few questions.”

“Sure,” she said, picking up a blazer. “Let me get my shoes and bag and we’ll go.”

“Why’d you invite me into the shower and give me that blowjob?” I asked, waiting until there were other people close to us on the street. None seemed to perk up at the words. I was not being subtle.

“Oh, just being friendly,” she said. She bumped my hip with her own.

“Are you that friendly with any other friends?” I asked.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” she said.

“Do you give head to any of the other guys you know?”

“Josh!” she said, face turning red. “I am not a slut! I would never cheat on Ryan. Don’t even joke about that!”

I frowned. She stalked ahead.

“Sorry,” I said, catching up. “I’m just trying to figure out why I got the blowjob treatment.”

She slowed down, her face cooled, but she still looked a little hurt. “I really don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

We reached the light just as it changed and the don’t-walk red-hand lit up.

“I’m just saying, blowjobs seem a little more than a friendly favor,” I said.

“You’re losing it,” she said.

“Flash me your breasts,” I said.

She rolled her eyes and lifted her tank top, flashing me her little nipples. I looked around, but the men driving in the cars waiting for the light to change didn’t even glance.

“Dude, don’t ask me to be friendly if you’re not going to even look,” she said, rolling her top down. Just then, a female jogger ran up next to us.

“Hi,” she said. “You OK? Need a quick fuck?”

I gestured at her to Lucy.

“What?”

“How often do you think women walk up to me and offer me a quickie?!” I said.

“No’s an OK answer,” the jogger said.

“How often do you hold open the door for a stranger?” Lucy asked. “Your mom raised you right. So did her mom, it seems.”

“Thank you,” the jogger said.

“Can you two make out?” I said. “Please.”

Lucy grabbed the jogger and the jogger lit up. They quickly started making out aggressively. I looked around again, but even as the light changed and everyone walked passed, no one seemed to blip at the two hot women tonsil diving.

The jogger was gorgeous. She was shorter than Lucy, but most women were, but she had more butt, breasts, and thighs. She wasn’t fat. She was actually quite trim in her yoga pants and sports bra. Her auburn hair was tied back in a long ponytail. She eagerly and happily kissed Lucy. We missed the light.

“Oh poop,” Lucy said, noticing.

“Are you bisexual Lucy?” I asked.

“Not even a little bit,” Lucy laughed. “Why?”

I ignored the question. “Hi, I’m Ryan. The girl who just licked your uvula is Lucy.”

“Hi,” the jogger said. “Amanda.”

“Are you into women, Amanda?”

“Oh, I am,” she said. “But Lucy’s not my type. I prefer my girls a bit more hard-edged. Piercings. With tattoos. Plus, I’m not looking, I’ve got a great girlfriend.”

“Are you into men?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“But you offered me a quickie,” I said.

“Oh my god! Are you still on this?” Lucy said.

“He’s not the brightest bulb, is he?” Amanda asked, laughing.

“Can I get your number?” I asked.

Amanda picked my phone out of my hands and added herself to it. I put it away.

“Cool, flash me your tits,” I said.

She rolled her eyes and lifted her sports bra, the big breasts bounced low before she stuffed them back in.

The light change and Amanda jogged off ahead as I kept walking with Lucy.

“Handjob?” A chain-smoking bag lady asked me. I hurried on ahead.

“Hey, need a quick fuck?”

“You like anal? I like anal?”

“Now just hold on young man! Let me take out my dentures and I’ll give you the--”

“Quit dragging me by the arm,” Lucy said. “I don’t need to run to work.”

I stopped, not looking back. “If we get there in time we can have a quickie before you start your shift.”

She laughed and we ran the next two blocks. Lucy worked in human resources for the city. We arrived at city hall and walked up and through security. She waved to the guard as she signed me in. I nodded. He didn’t look up from today’s crossword. She led me through to her little corner. Her officemates were three women:

Renee was only a couple of years older than Lucy and myself. She was a fit looking black woman in a nice sweater with long frizzy hair. An engagement ring sat on her left hand and I think it was brand new. I might’ve remembered Lucy mentioning something about engagement rings and colleagues while I was watching the playoffs with Ryan a few weeks ago.

Patricia was straddling thirty and clearly was the boss of the office. While the other women were mostly dressed down, Lucy had a light blazer she wore over a tank top and jeans, Patricia had that corporate office look. Hair up in a fierce bun, square librarian glasses, a black pantsuit over a pale blue blouse.

Finally there was Caroline, an ancient looking woman without a smile and a set of pinched eyes that made her look judgmental and sour. She was dressed like Renee in a sweater and slacks.

“Hi Lucy,” Patricia said, looking me up and down. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Josh, my boyfriend’s best friend,” Lucy introduced. “Josh, my boss Patricia. And this is Renee. And this is Caroline.”

All three office workers had swarmed over to give me a welcoming smile and handshake.

“I was just going to fuck him and then get started,” she said.

“You’ve got a lot on your plate,” Patricia said. “Do you mind if I fuck him? You don’t want to get further behind.”

“I’m free,” Renee said. “I’ll fuck him.”

“I’ll break you like a bad horse,” Caroline leered.

I stepped away from her and towards Renee.

“It’s up to Josh,” Lucy said. She looked over her shoulder at me. “I did promise him a quick fuck.”

“Let’s not get you into trouble,” I said. “I’ll have a threesome with Renee and Patricia.”

“OK,” Lucy said, neither insulted nor concerned. Caroline sighed and walked back to her desk where she leered at me. Renee had her own office, well a fogged glass divider that separated her desk from the three others. Lucy sat down and opened some windows on her desktop. I took Renee’s hand and gestured for Patricia to take me into her office.

I didn’t want Caroline staring at me.

“Oh, congrats on the engagement,” I said to Renee.

“Thanks! We’ve been together for three years,” she said, showing off the ring as Patricia closed the door behind us. “It’s still a shock. I get to say fiance and not boyfriend!”

“We’re all excited for you,” Patricia said, setting her jacket on her desk. “But I don’t want to spend the whole morning fucking Josh. How about we get this threesome on the road?”

“Oh, of course,” Renee said, with an apologetic smile to me. “Forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my neck.”

Renee undressed while Patricia cleared a corner off her desk. I was soon standing in front of the two nude women. Renee was all perky nipples and shaved pussy. Patricia was thinner and less curvy than her subordinate, but she was still sexy in a milfy woman kinda way. I grabbed a right handful of auburn bun and a left hand of black curls and pulled them down to their knees.

Renee undid my belt while Patricia undid my fly. Renee tugged my jeans down and I helped her. Patricia’s lips were on my dick the instant it was free and I moaned as I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of the denim. I felt my boxers being pulled down and then Renee’s tongue was licking my balls.

Patricia slurped and sucked and Renee licked and fondled, I groaned. I pulled off my shirt. Both women were still on their knees, naked, and I pushed my cock into Renee’s mouth. I pulled her onto me by the hair and she gurgled. I fucked her face for a moment before pushing her aside and grabbing Patricia. My dick slid into the older woman’s mouth and her tongue worked my shaft as she sucked and swallowed.

“Get on the desk, Renee,” I said, pulling Patricia over to the desk by her hair. “On your back, I’m going to put your boss on you in a sixty-nine.”

“Oh,” Renee said with a giggle. “I haven’t licked a pussy since high school.”

“First time for me,” Patricia said.

“Oh, just do to me what you like a man to do you,” Renee said helpfully.

I watched the pair of them mount the desk and arrange each other. I pulled the clip out of Patricia’s hair, it was much longer than I had expected. Nice. I slapped Renee on the ass and walked around the desk as they licked and nuzzled each other. Patricia used her fingers a lot. Renee buried her face in her boss’s cunt and made a lot of wet and sloppy noises.

I stroked my dick and considered my approach.

“Keep going,” I said. I opened the door and smiled. “Hey Lucy?”

“Yeah?” she asked, not looking up from her computer.

“She’s awfully busy,” Caroline said. “Perhaps I can--”

“Lucy,” I said forcefully. “Come here.”

Lucy got up and came inside. I closed the door behind her.

“I’m going to fuck Renee, can you go around the other side and drive your hand into Patricia’s cunt?” I asked.

“Sure!” Lucy said, with a nod. I watched her with a smirk as she pulled Renee’s face down a little by the nose and began fingering Patricia as Renee licked Patricia’s clit.

Grinning, I lifted Patricia’s curtain of hair and rolled the tip of my cock on Renee’s cunt.

“Not so gentle, Lucy,” I said. “Make it hurt for Patricia. She’s your boss, you obviously got some antipathy to work out on her body.”

“Not really,” Lucy said. “Patricia’s pretty great, honestly.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you to say!” Patricia said, but I pressed her face back into Renee’s pussy when she tried to lift and turn her head. I slapped her across the face with my cock.

“Load me into Renee,” I said.

Patricia spread Renee’s cunt and picked up my cock with her other hand. She fed me into Renee’s pussy and the black woman moaned as I began to thrust.

“Lucy, I’m going to really give it to Renee. It’s your job to keep Patricia stimulated,” I said.

She flashed me a thumbs up with a giggle and then shoved that thumb into Patricia’s asshole. Patricia’s tongue slid off my cock at Renee’s entrance as she moaned. I tapped Patricia on the back of the head and she put her mouth back to work.

I slammed my hips forward, driving into Renee. Patricia’s tongue swirled and licked at the base of my dick and I fucked Renee. She screamed and moaned into Patricia’s cunt. I pushed in and slammed in and her screams became a shout and a gush of fluid splashed against my balls and dripped onto the carpet.

“Holy fuck,” Patricia said, lifting her face.

“Keep at it, Patricia,” I pulled my cock free of Renee. “But she already came. Your turn.”

Patricia dived back into Renee as I walked around the desk. Lucy pulled out as I approached Renee’s face. Renee was barely licking, just laying there in cumulative aftershocks. I grabbed both of Patricia’s ass cheeks and smiled to Lucy.

“Want me to help out at the other end?” she offered.

“No, squat down and rim me,” I said. “I don’t want to keep you all from your work for long.”

“Sweet of you,” Lucy said, getting into position as I slid my dick into Patricia. She groaned and the sound was muffled by Renee’s pussy. I thrust into her and her ass rippled in response. I squeezed those cheeks. Lucy’s tongue was on my asshole, a new experience for me. I liked it. It was a bit of a tickle and a lot of a thrill to have a woman lick my ass while I fucked a different woman.

I pounded Patricia until she was shaking. She moaned and groaned and her pussy clenched and unclenched. I pulled out as my own orgasm hit and spurted onto Renee. The cum was thick and white, it coated her face, and she smiled and giggled in the aftermath.

“Will that be all?” Patricia asked, getting off of her desk. She helped Renee up onto unsteady feet. “We have responsibilities to get back to.”

“Hey, can you give me a job. Like a cushy one with no responsibility?” I asked her.

“If you’re here to make jokes,” Patricia said, icily, “Kindly move on.”

I scratched my head.

“You’re not going to make more here than you will on the demo team,” Lucy said.

“Thank you for the lovely distraction,” I said. “I’ll give you a call later Lucy.”

“Uh, sure,” she said. “Don’t you mean you’ll call Ryan later?”

I shrugged, got dressed, and left.

Post nut clarity was extremely helpful. I left town hall and found myself a restaurant that served booze. The women on the street, the waitresses at the bar, really anyone female, was polite, considerate, and propositioned me.

I was thinking about my morning. I felt bad for fucking Lucy under Ryan’s nose. But ... He did tell me she gave good head. I mean, I went to her because she was the closest woman I could talk to that wasn’t my mom. I hadn’t planned on the shower or the shenanigans at her office.

“Another Rolling Rock, sugar?” the waitress came up to me. Sandra was a platinum blonde with a bob cut and round glasses. She was wearing a red short-sleeve button-up paired with a black skirt under her black half-apron.

“Yeah, oh and can you comp the meal, give me your panties, and slap your boss?”

She raised an eyebrow before hiking up her skirt and pulling down a little pink thong, flashing the restaurant her petite ass and holding it out for me to take. I did.

“You sure you can pay for this?” she asked, rolling her skirt back down into place. It took me a second to realize she was talking about my food and drink, not her panties.

“And tip well,” I said. “You deserve it for me being such a spazz.”

“No worse than some. So another beer?” she said.

She walked off to the kitchens and I picked up her thong. Any sexual request was given. Any non sexual request was greeted normally. I had asked for money. I had asked for free stuff. I had asked one old lady to push a stroller into the street, ready to pounce if she listened. She hit me with her bag and then offered me an old lady fuck.

That had been just before I sat down for a beer.

Infinite sex.

Why wasn’t I happy with just that?

Oh, and if I asked for a date? No go. No name girl would follow me into a dank alley to get pinned down under a dumpster, but she suddenly remembered her husband if I asked her out for coffee.

I drummed my fingers on the table.

A couple tables over was a girl, college age, with her parents. Her mom was an OK-looking forty-something white woman. Her father was a ten-or-so years older Asian man. The college girl was a heavenly mix.