Benjamin grunted and shifted in his seat. “Or not.” He laughed and looked at Glenda.
They leaned in and kissed quickly.
Laughing uneasily, Evan wished his erection would subside so he could escape the inevitable. But then it was too late. Benjamin shifted again and gripped his fork so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Glenda let a tiny moan escape. “This food is just delicious, don’t you think, Evan?”
Evan gaped at her.
Benjamin was otherwise occupied.
Evan nodded. “Yeah. Really good.”
Benjamin relaxed and let out a pent-up breath. Glenda’s arm ceased to move and then returned to her lap. She grinned at Evan, inviting him with her eyes.
Benjamin said, “Damn. Dropped gravy on my lap.” He scooted back slightly and grabbed his napkin.
“Oh, no! Here, let me help, baby.” Glenda took the napkin and set to work.
Was she cleaning off his dick? Was she still playing with it? Ben shuddered several times and then snatched the napkin from her.
“I’ll finish. You’re killing me.”
As he finished whatever was going on, his attention was strictly in his lap. Glenda moved so that he couldn’t see her in his peripheral vision and tugged the neckline of her dress until her right nipple was exposed.
Evan couldn’t look away as she tweaked her nipple to a hard little bud. The whole thing lasted maybe four seconds, but it was burned into Evan’s brain where he could play it in loop infinitely.
Ben looked up at Evan and said, “You all right, buddy? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
It was just business as usual with him now. The napkin had disappeared. Evan thought it was probably lying in the floor.
“Fine. Fine. I just developed a bit of a headache suddenly.” Evan rubbed at his temples.
Had she just come on to him so openly? Was Ben so oblivious that he really hadn’t noticed anything? Was this a setup to test his loyalty? Or, was it a performance to test his level of kink? Were they trying to see if he was okay with this behavior?
Many questions and absolutely no solid answers.
Chapter 4
(Evan)
The trio exited the restaurant through the front, main entrance. Evan had stuffed his hands into his pockets to offset the obvious bulge. Glenda, walking between the two men, laced her arm through Evan’s, but he left his hand in his pocket. Her skin was like silk against his arm.
Halfway to his car, Evan unlaced Glenda’s arm from his. “Thank you both for the dinner invite. I had a good time.”
He certainly had a good time. Too good of a time. He felt like a voyeuristic perv.
Glenda immediately turned to him and tiptoed to give him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming. I’m glad I got to know you; Benji’s always talking about you, you know.” She stepped back, smiling.
Had she felt his hardness against her lower belly? Evan had certainly noticed the movement of her lower belly on his erection. It had been hell to keep from grinding it into her as she pressed her tits against his chest and rubbed her belly along his cock.
Benjamin shook Evan’s hand. “You should really reconsider and come over. Bring Jess if you want. Trust me; it’ll be a night to remember.” His grin was somehow off; not the usual rakish grin.
Unable to determine the exact meanings of their actions or their words, Evan looked to his feet for a moment, rocked on his heels, and shook his head. “Nah. Man, I best get on with the night. Jessica’s not much for visiting.”
Benjamin nodded and made his eyes big. “Oh, so is Jess like your steady now?”
“No. Why would you think that?” Evan knew he’d answered a bit too quickly and a bit too sharply, but it was done now.