Sleeping with a Friend

Brunch Lunch

Every meeting started out as usual, the first twenty minutes we heard about new aliments my mom was dealing with, which would cause Danny to disappear for a twenty minute cigarette break. I was able to put together a half descent outfit, even though my mom wouldn't allow me off the phone. My super skinny ripped jeans hugged all the right cures for me, and my blouse was loose and a bit see through, I made sure to wear a nice colored bra. I wasn't able to do much with my hair, and just wrapped it up in a messy bun.

"Well, now I'm starting to get this tickle on the bottom of my heel. But it only flares up when I eat raspberries. Maybe it means that I'm now allergic to them. I don't know . I checked that Web MD, but that only leads to more trouble." As the waitress approached, I hadn't bothered to even look at the menu, knowing she would be making additional trips back to the table. Amanda, was the name of our waitress, and I hated to admit it, but I was appreciative that she made it to the table when she did, not sure how much longer I could cope with the medical mystery conversation with my mom. I wasn't sure if the afternoon was too early to have and actual cocktail with alcohol. As Amanda ran through the list of tie teas they had available, I noticed I received a message from Xander saying he was on his way.

"I'll have a raspberry ice tea. That sounds delicious." Yes, you heard correctly, raspberry ice tea, even though a few minutes earlier she was convinced that she was allergic. I immediately inquired if alcoholic beverages were served during lunch because by now I needed something to ween me off of the edge. Danny just looked at me and smiled. My mom shot me a disappointed look that I had asked the question in the first place. As Amanda looked like she was going to scribble down my drink order, I assumed the answer was yes! Danny just ordered a plain ice tea, just as I saw Xander making his way around the corner. "You know what, make mine to two Dr. Peppers." My mom looked confused because I ordered two dinks, That's when she felt his hands reach over and hug her shoulders. "Hi Mrs. K! Did you miss me?" She belted out an excited laugh until her cheeks were bright red. Thank god Xander was able to make it home to change. He wore his jeans and a white t-shirt. He wore his slip on shoe slipper things. I hated those damn things. "Damn you boy! I think I almost pissed myself. God, it's been forever since I last say you. Good to see you still a growing boy. How's you mom and dad?"

As Xander sat down next to me, we kicked one another under the table. We would fight like brother and sister, tending to start up trouble with one another. He conversed with my mom, informing her on how the whole family was doing, but started to laugh when the waitress came back to the table. She applied the breaks, and I know it had to be because she saw Xander. Amanda shyly changed the way that she advanced begriming out drinks to the table. She tried to apply so much poise to her stance I could nothing but shake my head. Old things never seem to change, but there were a few new things that I had started to get used to. I glance over to the bar, and had been eyeing up the bartender. He was an average build, with dark tasseled hair. and dark mysterious eyes. I saw him smile and wink, at first not thinking it was directed towards me, but I turned to look behind myself, and no it was towards me. I smiled back.

We sat and listened to my mom talk about her medication, the doctor's appointments, and therapy visits until the food came to the table. As everyone had begun to eat, I politely excused my self, and was surprised that the bartender followed closely behind me. After working as a mistress for so long, people had become so easy to read. And this young man was no different. He was well toned and well groomed, which was proof that he worked out and knew how to take care of himself. As he followed me to the rest area his eagerness was a little alarming. This was clearly not the first time this must have happened for him, having s*x at work. I felt his fingertips touch my arm, as he tried to get my attention. They were rough and splintered. He worked in some type of construction or worked with his hands a lot. As I turned to face him, there was something in his eyes that I hadn't picked up on. His eagerness stemmed from him trying to prove something to himself. it was either he had a small p***s or he ejaculated prematurely that last time he had s*x.

"Can I help you with something?" As I asded he stopped me and himself, now thinking his signals mus t have been crossed with the smile and winl. He smiled trying to think of some silly excuse that he was back there and not his t ot follow me, But I turned to face him. I threw him up against the wall, with my hand tugging at his belt on his pants. I whispered in his ear. "Do you think running up after a lady is the proper way to express how bad you would like to f**k her while you are at work? Following her to the restroom hoping to get in a quickie does not do much but frightened her."

I fiddled with the loop of his belt and pressed my body tight and hard against his. I know my breath was tickling his ear, and I could feel his member start to grow and rub against my leg. "Where is the enjoyment for her? If a cheap easy trick is what your looking for, go to the bar and chat up a nice drunken patron because that seems more your type of speed."

He leaned his head back against the wall and constantly licked his lips knowing that he had no control over this situation. And as badly as he wants to f**k me, it's not going to happen . I slid me knee between his legs and rubbed at his balls. The expressions on his face were a sign that what I was doing to him was driving him sexually insane. I ran my fingers through his hair and pinned his head as far back as I could without hurting him. I leaned in closer to his ear, and my tongue was only a hairs length distance away from his lobe. "It pleases me so much seeing you wiggle in agony and your cheeks redden from embarrassment. But use this as a life lesson. Never follow a strange woman to the restroom while at work. Or else you will walk away with blue balls."

With that I let my grip of his go, and I titled my head and saw him shutter and shake, because I knew he had c*m in his pants. And just as I thought, it was premature ejaculation he was trying to compensate for. It took me a few brief moments to make it back to the table to enjoy lunch with the family. Xander looked behind me to see the bartender now looking uncomfortable as hell meandering back behind the bar. He leaned to me and asked, "Everything okay?" I just smile and nodded. See, that's the thing Xander had no idea what I did for a living. I don't know what he would do either if he found out. I was able to keep secrets, hell that was my life and my business now.

So lunch was fantastic and it was nearing for us to go our separate ways. We exchanged hugs all around the table and said good bye to my Mom and Danny. As me and Xander sat the table and finished our drinks, he had to laugh about this afternoon. "Look at this." He giggled like a child, ready to show me under the plate of mints there was a phone number. I believe it was Amanda's phone number. I just shook my head. Some days I wondered if I had created a monster. I glanced over to the bar an saw the bartender still processing what had happened to him earlier, still uncomfortable, as we got up from the table to leave.

"It's not like your going to call her though. But hell, keep it for a rainy day." Still Xander was a gentlemen as he opened the door for me to exit, and he had his mom to thank for that one. He was in no rush to leave , so we took a walk around the city. It was too warm to want to stay home anyway. The streets were filled with a variety of people. Since we lived in the city of Brotherly Love, it was hard to by pas the tourists. We stopped for ice cream and just sat and enjoyed the atmosphere. I realized what time it was and I knew I had to meet up with a client in a few hours.

After asking about my plans for the following night, he decided to invite me to his place. "What are your plans tomorrow night? The guys are topping over to watch the UFC match. If your not doing anything, would you want to stop by? There will be beer and pizza..." I liked hanging with the guys. They treated me just like one of them. His three friends were like Larry, Moe, and Curly. There was the smart one, the goofy one, and the dumb one. Although, every time we hung out, I always felt like Dr. Ruth giving them love and s*x advice. They were a good group.