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Chapter 3: Thanksgiving Dinner
Late Thursday evening, Ken and Brenda entered the hotel where
DiSH
were holding their annual Thanksgiving dinner and dance. Holding hands, they walked through the lobby to one of the banquet halls that the group had reserved. Ken was glad that Thanksgiving dinner was casual, and he was wearing comfortable jeans and a pullover shirt. Brenda was similarly clad in jeans and a loose blouse.
Entering the hall laid out with large tables and ample seating and a buffet table at one end, Brenda led them to a table with some people they both knew as friends from the group. They said their "hello's" all around and made light conversation as the room slowly filled.
Shortly after everyone arrived, the caterer uncovered the food and posted a server at the carvery station. Then he called out each table, one by one, up to the buffet line. When their table was called, Ken and Brenda walked up to the line, still hand-in-hand.
A little later, they had returned to their table with plates full of turkey, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, and other Thanksgiving cuisine. The deejay had begun to play music while people ate their dinners. A host had just refilled their glasses when Brenda said to Ken, "Excuse me, love, I need to go to the ladies' room for a minute."
"Come right back, love," Ken said to her.
Ken had taken a sip of his tea when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He pushed his chair out and turned slightly. His jaw dropped upon seeing Jenna in ultra-tight jeans and a very narrow black tube top. It took a moment for him to get the words, "Hi, Jenna," out.
Jenna turned, sat in his lap, put her arm around him and said, "Hi lover. You've been ignoring me at the
DiSH
meetings again."
Ken could feel the eyes of the others at the table on him. "Jenna, please! I'm here with someone else."
"Yeah, and I bet she never sits on your face, does she?"
"Huh?"
"And I bet she doesn't swallow, either!"
"What?"
"C'mon, does she swallow? You can tell me."
"I can't tell you that about my girlfriend! Please get off my lap. Brenda will be back any second!"
"Not until you give your main squeeze a kiss!"
"Ken! You bastard!" he heard from across the room as Brenda ran toward the table in a rage.
Ken tried to stand, but Jenna held on to him and hooked her heels under the chair.
"Brenda!" Ken called out. "It's not what it looks like!"
Brenda stood there for a second, then turned and stormed out of the hall in tears.
"Don't worry, lover," Jenna whispered, "you'll feel a lot better very soon. I promise!"
"But Jenna..."
"Shhh," Jenna whispered. Then she pinched his jaw open with her free hand and planted her open mouth on his. Frozen in indecision, Ken submitted to her tongue probing his mouth.
A moment later, Jenna whispered, "Let's dance."
Ken could feel the icy glares of the other women and wanted so bad to just get away from the table that he said, "Okay."
Jenna stood and grabbed Ken's hand and led him through the room to the dance floor where a handful of people had started to dance.
"C'mon, Jenna, let go! I gotta go after Brenda!" he urged.
Jenna just threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his as she began to sway to the music.
Ken immediately got a hard-on, after all, this
was
Jenna -- the girl who gives every guy in the room a hard-on just by being in view.
"Ohh," Jenna crooned pressing her pelvis against his even tighter, squeezing his hard-on between their bodies, "you
are
hot for me!"
Ken hated that his body was reacting like this. He knew that he should be chasing after Brenda, but his mind was in a state of total panic that he couldn't decide what to do, so he just closed his eyes and stood there swaying to the music while Jenna wrapped herself around him.
They just danced like that for the next two songs. Only then did Ken finally open his eyes. He didn't like what he saw. All the women who caught his eye glared at him in incomparable fury, while all the men gave him a secretive wink or thumbs-up.
I'm totally screwed with Brenda,
