Andrew’s Story
Donnie and Dee Dee made me lie on the bed and watch a little TV while they prepared for dinner. Donnie insisted on taking another shower, though I didn’t for the life of me know why.
Come to think of it, she insisted that I take a shower too; not together though. I wanted to get in with her, but she wanted to reset to zero with our relationship and act like we hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out. I’ll never understand women.
There is something tremendously domestic about watching a woman getting ready to go out; fussing with her hair, fixing her makeup, all those things women do to make themselves presentable. I found out something about myself. I like to watch. I felt domesticated. I felt horny.
I personally thought that these girls were totally presentable when they were totally nude. But what do I know? By the time the ladies were finally ready, I wanted to stay in the hotel room.
I had taken my shower, thrown on my clothes (slightly the worse for wear), and I was ready. I didn’t have to fix my makeup or my hair.
All of a sudden I had two absolutely gorgeous women ready to go to dinner. It was very odd, because they were dressed exactly the same. Their clothes, their hair, their shoes, everything was identical.
I was uncomfortable about something so I thought I would bring it out right then.
“Donnie, Dee Dee, can I ask you both something?”
Both of them looked up and nodded their heads in unison. This was getting weird.
“First, do you mind if I refer to you as girls? I never call a woman a girl at the office. I know it’s a sexist form of address. But when we get personal, I just feel more comfortable referring to you two as girls rather than as ladies. Just between us, I mean. Do you have a problem with that?”
They shook their heads, smiled, and said “No, Andrew.”
I said, “Do you girls always do everything in unison, or are you trying to freak me out?”
They looked at each other, turned back to me and both of them had smiles that lit up their eyes. Dee Dee has this thing. She can turn on this switch in her head that sends a light from her eyes. It’s the kind of thing that takes your breath away. Donnie has the same thing, apparently.
They said, “Maybe.”
Oh, great. Now they are going to be enigmatic. I just said, “Let’s get going while I’m still sane.”
I opened the door and out we went, me escorting the two most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I had one on each arm, and I could see the looks on the faces of people as we exited the hotel lobby and made our way to the street. The women looked shocked, the men looked envious. We drove over to the Ritz Carlton, where there is a restaurant so far out of my price range that I didn’t even know it was there until I started looking for one that might impress Dee Dee. (That’s a bit of an exaggeration. I knew it was there in an intellectual way, I just never considered it as an option before.)
The girls sat to my right and left and we shared some small talk as we placed our orders. I ordered a bottle of Mum’s Cordon Rouge, figuring the occasion called for as good a champagne as my limited experience (and budget) could come up with.
Julia Child said that champagne is always appropriate. There is nothing like a bit of the bubbly to help people let down their defenses a little bit. The girls were no different, I guess. Neither was I.
I ordered the rack of lamb, the same thing I always order when I go to a restaurant good enough to carry it on the menu. Heck, I’m just a kid. What do I know about this kind of thing?
Soon after we sat down I felt a small hand lightly rubbing my erection. Dee Dee knew that drove me crazy. No one said anything about it, and I certainly felt no need to point it out. It gave a whole new meaning to the term first class service.
The girls both ordered some salmon thing, crusted with pecans or some such thing. It was all strange to me, but they seemed to know exactly what they wanted. It was then I learned that they are semi-vegetarians. They will eat fish but no meat of any kind.
I said, “Whoa! You mean you don’t even eat tacos? That’s a sacrifice beyond the call of duty.”
One said, “Andrew, you can make tacos without meat you know.”
I said, “Sure, but what’s the point?”
Our meals came and we dug in. My lamb had this mustard glaze. It was medium rare and just delicious. I had never had anything better in my young life. I reached over and touched the hand of the blonde on my right.
“Dee Dee, honey. Would you like to try a little of my lamb?”
She looked up startled and just shook her head. I turned and said, “Donnie, how about you? Rack of lamb, Donnie. Yum, Rack of lamb. What do you say, huh?”
I was playing with their heads, seeing how committed they were to this little vegetarian thing.
Suddenly one of them said “I need to go to the powder room.” Turning to the other she asked “Want to go with me?”
With that both girls rose and walked away from me. I wondered if I had offended them with my little meat ploy. I’ve known vegetarians that were almost militantly anti-meat. But then, those were usually the vegan types, not the ones that bent enough to eat fish. Who knows what goes through the mind of a woman?
In a few minutes they returned and sat down. A few seconds later I felt a hand return to my erection. I could get used to eating dinner like this. Still I had to comment on it.
I turned to the blonde on my right. “What, is that seat the designated ‘grab Andrew’s erection seat’? You girls are too weird. I like my brother, but I would never just sit down at his half eaten meal and pick up where he left off.”
Both girls sat back and gasped. Suddenly I had two gorgeous girls rush into each arm, crying their eyes out. I had a head on each shoulder and they were bawling away, right in the middle of that four star restaurant. I didn’t know what I had said to cause this. These chicks were emotional.
I tried to calm the situation. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you were too weird. You’re just weird enough for me.”
Dee Dee calmed down enough to whisper “You knew!”
I didn’t have a clue what I knew. “Knew what?” I asked.
She said “You knew it was me!”
Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? I’ve had some odd experiences in my life, but this one was a pip. I asked “Who else could you be?”
She was sniffling. “I could have been Donnie.”
