Chapter 7: Dinner with Erin

I stepped up to the counter in the entrance of the Olive Garden and looked around. A sign pointed to a nearby podium and asked patrons to wait to be seated. I didn't have to wait long as the hostess came around a corner and greeted me. I told her that I was meeting a friend, but apparently Erin hadn't arrived yet.

The hostess took me over to the non-smoking section and seated me at a table for two next to large glass walls facing the highway. The area was quite spacious with short walls and potted plants dividing not only sections but the tables around the glass walls. The tables for two were small and round with pleated tablecloths.

I'd never been on a date at a real restaurant before. I only hoped that Erin wasn't worried about the view. As I sat and waited, I felt a tad overdressed. Looking around at the other patrons, I found most of them dressed casually. Renée had bought me a black suede shirt, soft black chinos, a pair of high gloss black dress shoes and appropriate socks for the night's event. I began to wonder how Erin would be dressed.

A few minutes later a waitress appeared. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a struggling pony tail and the porcelain features of her face seemed overexposed to the light. Her eyes sparkled from below heavy, long lashes and mascara. Her lips were painted a dark red, hinting toward black, but it went with the dark color of her hair quite readily. There was no blush to mar the pale tones of her skin and I wondered if she was maybe using a type of makeup base to accomplish the smooth look.

What caught my eye - as seemed to be the case with most of the women I'd seen lately - was that she was packing a pretty hefty rack under her Polo-style shirt. With it tucked into her slacks, the bulge of her breasts stood out almost as much as if she were not wearing a top at all. Her name tag was tilted up so that I almost couldn't read her name. I did my best not to stare.

She smiled pleasantly as she offered me a menu. "My name is Nadia and I'll be your waitress this evening. Will you be dining alone?"

"No, I'm waiting for a friend," I replied.

"Okay." She leaned over to set a glass of water on the table. From the angle she was standing, completely square-shouldered to me, the opening at the top of her shirt revealed supple cleavage with the same pale tones as her face.

She straightened up and added, "Go ahead and look the menu over until they arrive and I'll be back for your orders." For a split second she stood there staring at me with a subtle look in her eye that I didn't immediately recognize, and then she stepped away to take care of other customers.

Not wanting to preempt any plans of Erin's, I set the menu aside and calmly sipped my water. I prayed that she didn't just give me that show on purpose. If Erin really did want more than just dinner and was anything like Renée in the sack, I was going to need all the strength I could muster. I honestly didn't believe I could handle three women of such hunger.

A minute later, Nadia returned to check on me. I would expect that at most restaurants, but with her I wasn't so sure. Her womanly shape was beginning to get me excited. Hopefully, the dark color of my clothing hid the evidence. I couldn't understand why I got aroused so quickly after everything Renée and I had shared earlier, but that didn't stop the response.

Nadia stepped back into the same position she used earlier. "Would you like to go ahead and order while you wait for your friend?"

Feeling nervous enough about my date with Erin, my response was barely a whisper.

Nadia used my soft answer as all the reason in the world to lean over and show off her cleavage again. My eyes instantly drew down to the display.

I knew Erin and Renée were okay with it, but other women would probably find it offensive or demeaning. I snapped my eyes up to Nadia's and I could see the amusement playing across her features. The simple lines of her full lips drew wider into a smile and she slowly rose back up to proper posture for standing. Folding her arms behind her back, her chest suddenly thrust out making her breasts that much more prominent against the material of her shirt.

She was openly flirting with me. I knew it, but all I could do was sit and watch the show. Just like Erin and Renée, she was enjoying the fact that I was openly admiring her. I wondered how big they were. Renée had her beat in size, but they looked wonderful. Would they mold to my touch? Was she sensitive there?

Fortunately, movement from the entrance distracted me. I turned to see who was coming in, but it was another couple. When I looked back at Nadia, she had resumed a normal stance with her hands holding a pen and pad. I shook my head to clear my thoughts away as she asked me again if I would like to order.

"No, thank you," I replied more clearly and she just smiled. I let out a long sigh as she walked away. That time however, I couldn't help to look and see if her rear end matched the exotic shape of her tits. To my pitiful weakness, it did. And she apparently knew that I was watching because she stopped with her hip thrust out and looked back over her shoulder at me. All I could do was close my eyes and turn back around to look away.

My stomach was tied in knots when more movement occurred at the door again. When I looked, a woman in a long black dress entered. Her dark red hair was pulled up in curls on top of her head and only a couple of wisps of it dangled about her neck. Her skin was creamy smooth and it contrasted the black dress very elegantly. Her arms were encased in long black gloves that came up to the middle of her biceps. The fingers of the gloves appeared to have been cut out at the seams, allowing her dainty fingers to show the crimson nail polish on all digits. The dress itself seemed to have very little support. It was backless, covering her very generous breasts with twin cups, flowing with her slim waist and round hips, and finally splitting at the top of her right thigh showing off the top of her stocking.

As she looked about the room, I noticed the stocking was held by a garter strap. Her feet were settled into black high-heeled, open-toed shoes that make her calves bulge with curves I would love to get to know. She turned my way and I looked down, not wanting her to see me staring. I checked to see if she walked away only to find her hips sway as she sauntered across the room and up to my table.

Looking up past her incredibly edible breasts to her beautifully painted face, I finally realized that I'd been drooling over Erin. I stood up quickly to greet her. "I'm so sorry. I honestly didn't recognize you."

She smiled at my vain attempt at an apology. Waving away my babble with a gentle hand, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

"You look really fantastic." That time, her smile wasn't of amusement.

"Thank you," she accepted as I held out her chair.

The overhead view of her incredible endowments was so inviting that I actually had to smack myself to stop looking. Erin giggled as I sat across from her. She tried to remain composed and not make me feel badly, but she couldn't hold it back. For a moment, I sat there feeling embarrassed by the situation, but her laughter was infectious and I enjoyed a good round of it too.

Nadia appeared with a second menu. When she saw Erin she said, "Hey, I didn't know that you were the friend he was waiting for."

Erin nodded to Nadia and I felt the same sense of confusion I had suffered that morning. Erin looked at me and then back up to Nadia. "That's probably because he didn't know we knew each other."

I just sat there with my mouth agape. After shaking my head vigorously to clear away my confusion, I looked to the two women. "How was I supposed to know that?"

Erin gave me this look as if to say, "Silly, you should know everything that way you can anticipate whatever we want." Fortunately she didn't actually say it. Instead I was blessed with, "Don't worry about it. There's no way you could have known."

I relaxed a bit and wondered if Nadia would have given me that show if she knew I was waiting for Erin. The topic of our date brought up a different question from Nadia however. "What does Mike think about this?"

Erin looked back to her. "He knows and he's not happy about it, just like he's not happy with me breaking up with him."

"I don't know," Nadia said. "He doesn't seem the type to let this go. I just hope he doesn't try anything." Nadia's concern for her friend was good to know. At least I didn't have to worry about her trying to cause trouble. Instead she seemed to be an ally in the anti-Mike front.

Erin looked to me and held out her hand. I took it and she turned back to Nadia. "That's why I'm with Ral." She looked at me again, her eyes soft and vulnerable. "He stood up to Mike for me earlier today. I don't think Mike will try anything while we're here." She squeezed my hand and I returned the gesture. She really believed that I would protect her from Mike. I hoped I wouldn't be tested on it.

I looked up at Nadia as her gaze drifted from Erin to me. She smiled but not in the same way she had earlier. Her look wasn't of "check me out" but more like "you're so cool."

Nadia then brought up something else that caught me off guard. "I even heard that Renée had a pretty hot date last night."

I dropped my eyes to the table as Erin responded, "She told me a bit about it, and I even met him."

"Really? What was he like?" Nadia seemed truly curious.

Erin squeezed my hand and found my eyes as I looked up, "I'm about to find out." She smiled sweetly as Nadia looked my way.

I stared back at the two women not knowing what to expect. Erin already had an idea about me and she wanted to find out more. Renée's suggestion that Erin wanted me physically seemed punctuated by the gaze Erin was giving me. My certainty about Erin's lack of desire for me was shaken by that gaze. A gentle smile spread across her face, but her eyes displayed a desire I had only ever seen with Renée.

Nadia had been hitting on me since I walked in, and I couldn't help but long for her. She adopted the same sultry stance she used earlier and her eyes walked along the area of me that could be seen. I could feel her heat under that look and my body responded in a positive manner. I didn't blush because my blood was filling other areas.

Confusion over what they saw in me and how I naturally responded to them fogged my ability to make any intelligent comments or gestures. One facet of me wanted to jump up and down, rejoicing in the change of situation I was going through. Another pondered the possibly complex joke that these women were laying down for me to fall into. Finally a solid decision was agreed on and I just sat there to let the ladies make their own decisions. Apparently both of them had assumed that though I was Renée's date the night before, I was available.

Nadia then changed gears completely to get everyone on track for why we were gathered in the first place. "Have either of you decided on something to eat?"

I finally picked up my menu. Nadia waited as Erin and I discussed our options. Occasionally, I caught Nadia winking at me or some such. She kept the gestures covert but made certain that I saw every one. The fact that she was still hitting on me even though I was with Erin disturbed me. What bothered me almost as much was the fact that I enjoyed the attention.

Erin seemed to be just as hungry as I was and we both asked for dishes that may have been too much for either of us. Nadia jotted down our orders and smiled normally as she went off to turn them in.

I didn't give Nadia another thought as Erin leaned forward on the table. "What exactly did you and Nadia talk about before I arrived?"

Wide eyed and a bit tense I answered, "Nothing. She just brought my menu and returned once to ask if I wanted to order before you got here." I intentionally left out all the detail of Nadia's show because I didn't want to spoil whatever special time Erin and I might share. "Why do you ask?"

She looked at me skeptically, "Because she was hitting on you, hard."

I was certain my expression adjusted to my growing tension, because Erin shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm not going to fly off into a jealous rage or anything. I'm astonished at her. Her love life has always been something of a mystery."

Being that she wasn't upset with me or even the situation, I relaxed. "What kind of mystery?"

She searched her memory as she said, "To date, I don't recall her going out with anyone. Not since I've known her. Don't get me wrong; we don't live together, but she never talks about the guys she dates or anything. She always asked me about Mike and kept up with the soap opera that was Renée's life for a while, but nothing ever turned the topic to her." Erin looked at me again. "If she's hitting on you, then that's a first as far as I know."

"Then you would have flipped to see what she was doing earlier."

I had some juicy bit of info about the enigmatic Nadia and Erin turned into all ears. I recounted my arrival and some of the details of Nadia's actions. Erin occasionally looked past me, keeping an eye out for her friend.

When I finished, she just smiled. "And you can't tell me that you didn't even consider what hooking up with her would be like."

"I'd have to be dead to deny that." I said flatly.

Erin leaned back, and crossed her arms over her belly which accentuated her already captivating breasts. Though covered by the dark material of her dress, the sight would steal the attention of a blind man. She shook her head as if something wasn't making any sense to her.

I tilted my head in that way that a puppy-dog looked so cute doing as if to ask, "What?"

"What is it about you?" she asked leaning forward again. This time she kept her arms under the table. Her cleavage was framed magnificently.

I had to pull myself from the sight to reply her question. "What do you want to know?"

She grinned, knowing that her tits had distracted me, but that didn't stop her from her train of thought. "What is it about you that not only got Renée's attention but even caught Nadia's as well?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know the answer to that one."

"Oh, come on! Renée claims that you were the best sex she's ever had and coming from anyone that would be saying a lot. I'll bet the girls from your school were all over you."

I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. I saw the look on her face and told her, "I only dated one girl while in high school and we never even had sex."

"Do I look like I was born yesterday?"

"I don't know how to explain it," I said. "Renée told the truth about me letting her take her time and me taking my time, but as to how good I was ... That's a matter of perspective, I guess. Both of you stated that she hadn't had a date in over six months and only Renée knows how long it's been since she had actually last done it."

Something dawned in Erin's eyes. "So Renée was your first?"

My response was slow, almost suspicious. "Yeah. Why?"

"If she actually thought everything was great, then how did you not ... You know..." She struggled to find the right words, and then she turned to technical terms: "Blow your wad too quickly."

I blinked my eyes as I tried to answer without being too graphic, "I ... uhh ... She didn't ... I mean ... I didn't get undressed immediately."

She watched me, waiting for a further explanation.

"We started out just ... you know, kissing. Everything got hot and she enjoyed..." I looked at my hands but didn't say anything. Erin looked at my hands too. "Then she pulled off her top and almost smothered me..." Erin didn't say anything as I stumbled with a few choice words, "Finally she undressed me and well..." I shrugged my shoulders again. "She basically had her way with me."

"Wow!" was all she had to say.

I watched her as she went over the information mentally. It embarrassed me to divulge such a story to Renée's friend. She didn't seem ashamed of or embarrassed by my broken tale. It really didn't matter what she thought of my performance with Renée anyway; that was between me and Renée. However, between Renée's insistence regarding Erin's desire for me and my own confused feelings, I wondered why it bothered me so much to tell her what Renée and I did.

She continued sitting in silence. I waited patiently and after feeling my own awkwardness pass I started studying Erin's appearance. I knew what she looked like in her dress, but up close her inexplicable allure drew my attention. Her face and skin reminded me of smooth cream. The delicate application of her makeup greatly enhanced her natural beauty. She used a pale green on her eyelids to bring out her emerald orbs and a touch of mascara to frame them. A stroke of very soft pink brought out her rounded cheek bones, and rose colored lipstick gave her shapely lips better definition.

Renée had offered to pose for me, and I feared that my skill with a pencil wouldn't be nearly good enough. Looking at Erin, I tried to imagine tracing the soft curves of her face on paper. Shading in with the barest touch would give the picture the correct gentle definition that I saw before me. Maybe ... maybe with more practice I could actually do it. Maybe I could draw her and Renée too. She looked up at me and I smiled gently.

"So what other surprises should I expect?" She asked this as if I'd been an illusionist pulling all kinds of magical feats.

I held up my hands in surrender, "I don't offer anything more than what you might expect or want."

"That's just it. I would expect you to be working some angle or even trying to hit on me. But you're exactly the way Renée described you. What's more, you're not conceited, or even expectant. You can't believe how refreshing that is."

"After living with the family of conceit, I certainly won't let myself go in that direction. But as far as being 'expectant', you're right. I'm not expecting anything. What should I expect?"

"Most guys that buy a dinner of any style would expect sex."

I sighed. "I never expected to even get to talk with Renée, much less have sex with her. The fact that she was pleased with everything in and of itself makes me happy." I didn't bother mentioning my lack of expectation of sex with Erin. Even as beautiful as I saw her, it would certainly make me look like a real jerk to even compare the two.

"That's the other thing," she realized: "you're completely modest about any compliments or praise. You actually blushed when she told you that you satisfied her like you did."

"My life before I got here was pretty lonely. I only had a couple of friends and dated one girl. I never stood out in any way and only occasionally got complimented on answering some question correctly. My parents never encouraged me in any way, so I don't even know what a compliment or praise is. I wouldn't recognize it, so I'm going to be modest when it's offered. I'm happy enough when I make someone else happy. If I get anything more out of it, then I honestly don't know what to do with it." I wasn't sure if my explanation even broke through any of the confusion Erin had about me, but she seemed to be satisfied with it.