“Is my fly open?”
She actually looked, and then laughed.
“Are you trying to get me to check you out?”
I blushed. It wasn’t every day that happened, so I was surprised at how awkward I was acting.
“Nah; well, maybe,” I said. “I was wondering why everyone’s staring.”
“That is the question now, isn’t it, Fancy Pants,” she said with a laugh.
The next song was slow and I thought we might go back to the table, but Joanna was having none of that. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me into the classic high school sway. She laid her head on my shoulder and sighed.
“Are you having fun?” I asked.
Her belly found Mr. Happy saying hello.
“My, you’re big all over.”
I let my hands slide down and into her jeans back pockets. She looked up at me and gave me a quick kiss. I just raised my eyebrows in surprise. She winked at me and laid her head back on my shoulder. When the song ended, she grabbed my hand and led me back to the table. Everyone was gone.
“Come on. Sandy got us into the VIP section,” Joanna said.
The VIP section was upstairs and had a separate bar. I found our group at a stand-up table. Joanna had apparently laid claim to me. When we got to the table, she grabbed my hand, put it on her stomach, and she stepped in front of me. She reached around, grabbed my other hand, and I was now holding her in my arms. Sandy and Clare couldn’t look me in my eyes because of my shocked look. Olivia barked out a laugh.
“David, I think Sandy forgot to warn you about Joanna. She doesn’t find many guys interesting, but when she does, look out.”
I gently started to rub Joanna’s stomach. Greg had taught me how to massage a woman so that the action pulled the skin in such a way that it stimulated their nubbin by pulling and tightening the skin around it. It was one of the three ways he taught me to induce an orgasm without any direct stimulation. It’s a slow process, so I didn’t think anyone realized what I was doing, but after a while, Joanna was feeling the effects.
Sandy noticed something.
“Are you all right? You looked flushed.”
That was when Joanna went off. The moan was unmistakable, and her head flopped back against my chest as her legs buckled. I had to catch her. Of course, I ended up with two handfuls of boob, and everyone looked at me as if I’d killed her. Olivia and Sandy pulled her away from me and I just smirked.
Clare came up next to me and whispered.
“You’re not right. That was evil. I don’t think her friends know what happened.”
She was right. They were both inexperienced and had no idea that their friend just soaked her panties in her release.
“You guys should take her to the restroom. I think she wet her pants,” I said with mock concern.
Clare whacked me as both girls checked out their friend’s crotch, and they sounded like a couple of hens as they herded their charge to the restroom. Clare gave me some advice.
“You better run, Fancy Pants. As soon as she gets her senses back, she’ll be after you with a vengeance.”
“There’s only one problem.”
Clare looked at me the way Tami does, and I could read the look: ‘Only one problem?’
She played my straight man.
“What’s that?”
“Sandy’s our ride, so we can’t run. I have a feeling she’ll either kick my butt or push her friend at me. I’m not sure which scares me more.”
When all three came back from the bathroom, they wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“So, did you have to lose your panties?” I asked. “I know when you wet your pants, it can’t be comfortable putting them back on.”
I think Clare thought for a second about protecting me, but all three charged me and she decided to save herself. They started tickling me. Joanna wasn’t playing fair because she had a hold of my manhood and effectively stopped me from trying to get away. This lasted until I started to fight back and found that Olivia and Sandy were extremely ticklish. They beat a hasty retreat.
I looked Joanna in the eye and then directed my gaze downward. She followed my eyes and then let go of me as if she was holding an electric fence. She held her head high and went back to the table. The four of us were breathing hard and had big smiles on our faces.
Olivia slinked up to me.
“Next.”
I saw a table with a couch had just emptied.
“Come on, I’ll show you another way to do that.”
I had her sit on the couch.
“Take your shoes off and put your feet in my lap.”
She gave me a doubtful look and then expressed her concerns.
“Yeah, right. You just have a foot fetish. I draw the line at you licking my toes.”
Fifteen minutes later, she had a dazed look on her face and the other girls watched in amazement. Then I got serious, and two minutes later, she shuddered, and you could smell her musky odor flood the area. When she could focus again, she crawled up onto my lap and gave me a kiss that would have made Tracy proud.
Clare saved me.
“I hate to be the wet blanket, but it’s time for us to leave. David has an early start time tomorrow and needs to get his rest.”
“I’m so worked up right now I better leave, or I’ll be taking some random guy home and rocking his world,” Joanna said.
Olivia nodded her head in agreement. The five of us found ourselves outside the club with Olivia and Joanna giving me kisses goodbye.
When we headed home, Sandy looked at me in the rearview mirror.
“Thank you for being nice to my friends. I didn’t expect you to be quite so nice, but they both love you now. It’s good you don’t live here, or they’d be putting on the full-court press.”
“I have a question: Joanna laid claim to me pretty quickly, and then I noticed people were staring at us. Not just the usual ‘aren’t they a cute couple’ stares. They were the ‘he split his pants and his ass is hanging out’ stares.”
“Well, there’s a little story there,” Sandy started.
“Do tell,” Clare said.
“Joanna has been dating our resident beau hunk, Bobby Claxton, for the past two years. Now Bobby isn’t the sharpest spoon in the drawer. He decided at lunch last week to explain to Joanna that he was getting many offers from girls who wanted to jump his bones. He felt that he needed to explore his possibilities. He said if he expanded his sexual experience, it would be good for their relationship.”
“He did not,” Clare said, with a look of wonder at how stupid the male of the species could be.
“Yes, the poor boy did. Joanna knew he hadn’t thought this through, and told him it sounded like a great idea. She told him she would give him through this weekend to explore all the offers he was getting. Poor Bobby just smiled and said he thought that would work.”
“The poor bastard,” I moaned.
“Yep, she said what was good for the gander was good for the goose. She would pursue all her offers during that time also. Now he wasn’t so sure, so she said she promised she would only go out with an upgrade over Bobby. His ego is bigger than all outdoors, so he agreed. He can’t imagine there’s a better catch out there, so he wasn’t worried. I decided to help her put Bobby in his place and told her about you coming up this weekend. I had already told her about sleeping with you in Chicago, and that you were a perfect gentleman with me. So a plan was hatched.”
I could see Clare wasn’t aware that Sandy and I had slept together. I would have to talk to her later and explain how innocent it was.
Sandy continued her story.
“The funny part is Bobby’s offers all dried up. No one wanted to be a notch on his bedpost. So today at lunch, he wanted to call the whole thing off. Joanna told him that she’d arranged for you to come in tonight, and she was going to take you to the club. That was why all of our classmates showed up to see her with her ‘date.’ We came up into the VIP section because Bobby came over to the table and was quizzing Olivia and me about you. I figured you didn’t need to kick his butt too.”