Our Turn

He nods to the two members of the restaurant staff who have treated us like royalty since we sat down, then they silently and skillfully clear the table. Geo leans over and whispers in my ear, “As soon as they are done, you are going to do something for me.”

My entire body tingles at the anticipation. He’s had his hand on my thigh on and off the entire meal, tracing circles and pushing the hem of my skirt higher each time until it’s now barely decent. The table is draped with a white linen cloth which shields what’s happening underneath from view, but it still flushes my cheeks thinking someone might see.

I’ve watched the glare he gives the male staff as they’ve waited on us and I hate to admit—my feminist brain battling my clear connection to his dominance—I’m on cloud nine.

He was the same as we walked through to our table. People glanced our way, but once their eyes landed on Geo, they quickly looked away. He does make for rubbernecking, that’s for sure, but I feel safe around him. Cared for and possessed.

I never knew what it would feel like to be possessed, but I do now, and I like it.

I still wonder how we got here. So far. So fast.

And a man like Geo? And a girl, yes a girl, like me? It still stalls my brain. But he seems as sure about us as he is about taking his next breath and I’m inclined to believe in the fairy tale that seems to be unfolding for me.

“I’m sorry, baby, no dessert.”

“I know. It’s okay. Not big on dessert anyway.”

“I’m going to get you set up with the best nutritionist and liver specialist in the city. We’re going to get you fixed up and make sure your health is back on track.”

I twist my lips as his hand comes back to my thigh under the table. The waiting staff finishes whisking away the used dishes, leaving us with just our tea to drink.

“That would be wonderful in an ideal world, but I don’t have insurance.” I puff out a breath. “That’s why I had to go to the emergency at Receiving Hospital. They take un-insured. They’re going to bill me, I don’t know how I’ll pay, but they said I can pay five dollars a month as long as I pay something. I’ll be ninety-six years old before I pay it off.” I force a smile and feel Geo’s rough fingers on the soft flesh of my inner thigh, making me shiver.

“You’ll keep your five dollars a month, baby, trust me.”

At every turn, he’s making me feel as though I’m his responsibility now. That whatever my challenges are, they are his as well, and I’m not sure how to respond. Still, I can’t help basking in the way he’s treating me.

The way I grew up, the men I saw my mother with were nothing like Geo, and I have to wonder what happened between the two of them. Mom’s boyfriends came and went. Cheated and lied. Stole from us even though we had next to nothing. But this…this is like winning the relationship lottery.

Is this a relationship? God, I can’t believe it would be so soon, but my heart says yes even though my brain says be careful.

“Now.” His massive hand engulfs my inner thigh, making me gasp. “I want you to go into the lady’s room. Take off your panties, hold them in your hand as you walk back, then slide back in the booth and hand them to me.”

There’s no asking, it’s a statement, and I swallow hard and soak the aforementioned panties.

I stutter, looking up at him, and he twists into that crooked half smile. “They’re wet, aren’t they?”

Geez, if they weren’t before, they sure are now.

My face explodes with heat, and I’m sure it’s as red as a fire engine.

GEO

WHEN NICCI SLIDES BACK into the booth with that impish grin on her face and hands me her damp, pink panties, I practically topple the glassware with the force of my cock as it hits the bottom side of the table.

“Oh my God.” She looks down to see me stroking my cock, and slowly her cheeks start to burn a deeper shade of red as her eyes flit from my dick to my face then back down.

“Had to get a little relief. You do this to me.” I glance around, making sure no one is eyeing us. We are in the back part of the restaurant with just a doorway to the main room. No one else is seated around us, and while Nicci was in the bathroom, I told the staff to leave us alone until I told them otherwise.

Her eyes are wide, and I see her swallow hard as my hand moves up and down, fisting the rock hard length.