"Yes!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind her. Tammy was wearing skin tight jeans and a tank top with nothing underneath it. Her date was a greasy and thin scuzbucket that looked like he had graduated from the Oneida County Jail, where he had majored in auto theft. I shook his hand and then carefully counted my fingers. Thankfully we were seated boy-girl-boy-girl, so I didn't have to worry about getting my wallet lifted just by sitting next to him.
There was a band playing, loud and good, but not great. You want a great bar band, you go to LA or Chicago or New York or Miami, or for country, you go to Nashville or Austin or Branson. You can really tell the difference in those places. There's a crispness to the music, where every single note is hit with a precision that only comes from superior skill and relentless practice. This band was good, but not up to that standard. They would do the bar band circuit for a few years, before settling down in their day jobs at the Arms or Faxton or wherever they called home. They were okay to dance to, though, doing mostly covers of country and southern rock, lots of Eagles, Molly Hatcher, .38 Special, and some Johnny Cash and Bocephus thrown into the mix. When we walked in, the band was doing Merle Haggard's Okie From Muskogee.
It was loud enough I didn't have to converse with Tammy's date. I just eyed Marilyn and Tammy (surreptitiously, of course). Tammy was a cute and tight little blonde with some interesting knockers swinging freely under her tank top, a look always good on a girl. She had a slight gap in her top front teeth that actually looked very cute on her. I always thought she could have done better than the guys she hung out with.
We danced and drank some beer and danced some more. Tammy and her boyfriend ordered up pitchers of beer and mostly drank them themselves. Marilyn had a few glasses herself. I had a couple, but I'm not a heavy beer drinker and I stayed sober. Marilyn got a bit loose, and Tammy and her friend really got lit up. After an hour or so, Tammy announced she had to go to the bathroom, and Marilyn was drafted to accompany her. They must have union meetings in there, I swear!
When they returned, the two girls were giggling and laughing, and Marilyn asked me for the keys to the car. I asked why, and she said she wanted to put her purse back in the car. I just shrugged and handed her my keys. Tammy's boyfriend looked at me curiously, and I just shrugged and gave him a mystified look. The girls took off, still giggling.
Five minutes later they were back, still giggling, like little girls with a secret. The riddle was solved when Marilyn and I were dancing again, and the band started playing something slow by the Eagles. As I took Marilyn in my arms, I stroked her back idly, and found something missing. Marilyn's bra was gone! She and Tammy must have been talking about it, and either she took it off in the bathroom and needed to hide it in the car, or she and Tammy went to the car and Tammy covered for her while Marilyn stripped it off in the parking lot. Normally Marilyn wouldn't be that crazy, but she was drinking and Tammy was drunk, and they were thick as thieves anyway.
I rubbed Marilyn's back, and she giggled at me. "So did you do that in the bathroom or out at the car?" I asked her, speaking into her ear.
"Wouldn't you like to know?!"
"I would! It makes me really hot for you!" I surreptitiously brought a hand up and tweaked a nipple through her blouse.
Marilyn shuddered in my arms. "Behave yourself!"
"Do you want me to?", I asked. "Or do you want me to take you outside and ravish you in the back seat of the Galaxie right now?" I nibbled on an ear while I asked that.
Marilyn whimpered. "Behave!", she told me, weakly in my opinion.
I let it slide and gave her a smile. After our dance we sat back down at the table. Tammy was laughing at us knowingly. Her date was leering at Marilyn and looked like he was about to make a smartass remark. I just looked at him without smiling and he must have gotten the message. I hadn't been afraid of him way back when, and I certainly wasn't impressed now. Tammy missed everything, and she grabbed his hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor. The band was doing .38 Special now and she was shaking those tits inside the tank top in an amazing way.
"What's with you and Jim?", asked Marilyn.
That was his name, Jim. Eminently forgettable as a human. I just smiled. "Nothing, why?"
"You look like you want to fight him or something."
"Marilyn, I'm a peaceable kind of guy." I put my hand on her thigh under the table. "I'm a lover, not a fighter!"
Marilyn shuddered and flushed, and I just moved my hand northwards until my fingers were slipping under the very short hem of her denim skirt. "What are you doing?", she asked.
I pulled my hand away and then moved my chair around, so that we were facing each other. I moved my other hand down and placed it on her thigh and quickly moved it up her leg and under her skirt. "I was just wondering whether anything else got left in the car." I pushed my hand farther in, but the skirt was tight and without some explicit help from Marilyn, I wasn't going to find the answer.
She whimpered and panted, but begged me to stop. "You can't ... no, stop ... not here ... people will see ... please..." Then her eyes focused and she moved back violently, almost backing into a waitress and getting a shower of beer. "Tammy and Jim are coming back."
I just smiled. "How much longer do you want to stay?"
Marilyn was breathing hard. "Not much longer at all! Bastard!"
I just laughed loudly at her. I poured the last of the beer around, and finished my glass, and then took Marilyn back onto the dance floor, where I danced slowly with her and held her closely and whispered extremely detailed descriptions of what I wanted to do to her as we drove home and afterwards. After a few minutes of that, she took my hand and headed back to the table, where she finished her beer and waved good-bye to Tammy and Jim, and then dragged me out.
Marilyn led me back to my car, and was obviously in the mood to get home and get into action. I had a slightly different take on things. I looked around and found that the parking lot wasn't all that well lighted and that not a whole lot of people were outside. Rather than unlock her door, I pushed Marilyn up against that door, and began kissing her. "I know what you want!", I told her softly.
"Oh?", she said, trying to be coy.
"Uh, huh, you want this!" Then before she could stop me, I reached down and pulled her skirt up towards her waist, and I quickly slid my right hand between her legs; my left hand was holding her in place. As I suspected, her panties were missing along with her bra, and her curly little patch was wet and musky.
Marilyn gasped, and shook, but she also tried to pull back. "No ... we can't..."
I diddled her clit furiously, and Marilyn whimpered and sagged back against the car door. "We can, and we will!" I fingerfucked her, standing there in the parking lot until she came. "Tell me when you come!", I ordered her.
Marilyn was quietly whining by now. "Unh ... unh ... unh ... oh God ... I'm, I'm coming, I'm coming!", she gasped after another minute.
I kept up this torture. "Tell me."
"Oh, please ... I'm coming!"
I relented at that and stopped. I also pushed my face against hers, and she greedily took my kisses, as I smoothed her little skirt out. "I love you."
"I can't believe the things I do with you.", she replied, shaking her head in disbelief.
"But you like them.", I said, laughing. I unlocked my car and Marilyn climbed in. I went around to my side and let myself in. I had to unlock my door since Marilyn seemed a little dazed. I noticed her underwear in the back seat of my car. That gave me another thought. I started the car and put it in gear.