Mark and Allison arrived at the Chili's just before seven and waited for their booth for four. Taking their seats, Mark ordered a pitcher of beer and two orders of potato skins before excusing himself to the men's room. He was on his way back when he saw the girl, and Mark stopped in his tracks.
She was about six feet tall in her high-heeled shoes, with a slender body packed with curves. Her green t-shirt was tight and showed off her bountiful bust, and it rode high enough that he clearly saw the little stud in her belly button.
She wore a blue mini skirt with ruffles around the hem, and her legs were bare and so shapely and perfect that Mark was paralyzed. Her long, straight light brown hair was parted on the side, and her brilliant green eyes were small and mysterious. Mark stood transfixed, drinking in every detail of this exotic and wonderful beauty, until he realized she wasn't just smiling with those full, luscious lips. She was smiling at him.
Mark blinked to clear his head and he smiled at the girl before rushing past her to join Allison. He couldn't resist the pull of his attraction, and looked back, seeing her slender lower back, and the firm, round globes of her amazing ass. The girl had not only seen him staring at her, checking her out, but she had smiled at him too. Of all the nights! He saw Jason at the table, and they fist-bumped in greeting.
"Where's the new girl?" Mark asked, sliding into the booth next to Allison.
"She had to run and powder her nose," Jason answered, and Mark felt his balls draw up inside his body. 'No way!' Mark thought, feeling his arm pits grow wet.
Allison was talking then about work, about her day, freeing Mark to worry about his possible predicament. As long as he kept looking at her, nodding appropriately, and making interested sounds, he'd found he didn't really need to listen to what Allison said. He watched Jason, his tall, blond friend from high school, chiseled features, bright blue eyes, and saw that he seemed to really be interested in what Allison was saying.
And then the brown haired goddess was standing next to the table, and Jason jumped up. "Mark and Allison," Jason said proudly, "this is Karen." Karen's eyes met Mark's and her expression became...playful? "Karen, this is Mark and Allison."
Karen sat, sliding to the inside of the booth, across from Allison, and Jason sat next to her, right up close to her. Mark noticed Karen's little diamond stud earrings, saw the way she brushed her soft brown hair back behind her ears. Her eyes seemed to smolder, even when she was comparing manicures with Allison.
Mark watched Allison carefully cutting small bites from a potato skin and eating them with her fork, while Karen slathered sour cream over hers and lifted it to her mouth with her fingers to take a large bite. A smear of sour cream remained on her lips, and Mark was seized by the impulse to lick it away.
When Allison excused herself to go powder her nose, Jason went to check the score of the game he could see on TV in the bar. Alone with Karen, Mark's throat seemed to close up. He couldn't think of a thing to say that might possibly be of interest to the gorgeous young woman.
"Mark?" Karen said, her voice like sweet, light syrup, light but with a sultry undertone, "Please don't."
"What?" Mark responded woodenly. Pretend you don't know what she's talking about, he chided himself.
"I like Jason," Karen said, "and I want to be friends with his friends. Don't ignore your girlfriend and fawn over me, please. I know you like me, but it's really inappropriate, okay?"
"My heart jumped out of my chest when I first saw you," Mark said, leaning forward over the table earnestly. "You took my breath away. If you weren't here with Jason, I'd have been over at your table, trying to meet you."
Karen looked over the dividers that separated the booths and saw Jason was returning. "Mark, I am here with Jason, okay?" Mark nodded, and felt like his heart curled into a little ball and died.
* * * * *
Mark and Jason had been introduced by mutual friends as Freshmen in high school. It would be hard to believe now, but the boys hadn't liked each other very much at the time, only a shared interest in, of all things, role-playing and computer games kept them in the same circles.
Both had been nerds, unpopular and unimpressive physically. That is until their Junior year, when both boys came into their own. Suddenly they found themselves tall and handsome, both good at sports, and both popular with the girls. Their old friends, the ones who had introduced them in the first place, faded away to become strangers as the boys became a team.
In college they had roomed together and had shared many adventures including their first "Devil's Threesome", first week-long jaunt into Mexico, and an eventful road trip through the South to Florida involving a truckload of pigs, a big dude with a shotgun, and an honest to goodness farmer's daughter.
By the time they had graduated, Mark and Jason were like brothers. When Mark had broken up with Polina, an exotic dancer, Jason had been there to pick up the pieces, and when the Franklin twins had found out about his two-timing each with the other and then suggesting a three-way, Mark had both taken Jason to Urgent Care and helped pay to have his car repainted.
Mark was now a copy editor for a web designer, while Jason was a bartender and occasional print model. They were both successful in their own ways, popular and independent, and Mark had even settled down to a long term relationship with Allison, who he'd been seeing for nearly a year and a half.
* * * * *
"Oh jesus! Oh god!" Allison screamed as Mark slammed into her. Mark was on his knees, one of Allison's long, pretty legs beneath him. He held Allison's hips in his big hands and Allison's other leg was stretched up on his shoulder. Her breasts rolled with each thrust, and her eyes were wild as she gasped and screamed, shocked by the intensity of their lovemaking.
"Come already!" Allison shouted, her body ravaged and unable to take anymore sweet punishment. She had never been fucked so hard and for so long before, and it was disconcerting given Mark's normal sensitive, slow lovemaking technique. Whining as her fifth or sixth (she had lost count) powerful orgasm sent her spinning toward oblivion, Allison felt the familiar tell-tales of Mark's orgasm; the tensing of his body, the change in his breathing, and the crush as he pressed firmly into her and held.
He fell on her, kissing her mouth, her face, his hands running over her hot, smooth skin, their bodies sticking together, bonded by sweat. Slipping from her, Mark retrieved his filled condom and reached across to set it on the bed table. He returned to kissing Allison and noticed her changed demeanor.
"What's wrong?" Mark gasped, concerned that he had hurt her.
"Was she good?" Allison said petulantly. She had crossed her arms below her breasts, pushing them up and framing them alluringly.
"What are you talking about?" Mark asked, genuinely perplexed.
"You never fuck me like that," Allison said, and a pout was forming on her lips. "You never keep your eyes closed, either. I have to think that you were fantasizing about someone else, and based on the way you drooled over Karen all night..."
"I didn't!" Mark said sharply, knowing she had guessed correctly on all counts. "Look," he said softly, pulling Allison into his arms, "I care about you. I want to be with you, Allison. If it seemed like I was fawning I'm sorry. I was trying to be friendly."
"I thought you liked my blonde hair," Allison whined, the one part of her personality that really annoyed Mark coming to the forefront.
"I do, Allison," Mark soothed.
"She's older than I am too," Allison said.
"Come on," Mark said, "like three months!"
