Disclaimer: Well, since this my first story, I'm not sure what to write in this disclaimer other than to say if you are a minor or if the laws in your region prevent you from reading stories of an erotic nature, don't read this. If you are easily offended, don't read this.
If you read this story, e-mail me with any feedback that you have. Constructive criticism only please.
And it's my first BE story. Please be kind.
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"And we have a consumer watch in the news today. The pharmacy company GlaxoSmithKline has put out a recall of it's popular Beano medication. Beano helps prevent gas. The company has said that any Beano product made between the dates of March 5 and April 27 is chemically unstable. Anyone who has a product made between those dates should return the product to the store for a replacement or a full refund."
The TV droned in the background as Courtney got ready for her date. She had left the news on in order to find out the weather for tonight so that she would have some idea of what to wear. Since the weather wasn't on right now, she wasn't listening. She finished applying her make-up and studied herself in the mirror. She had to admit. She looked pretty good. The guy she was supposed to be going out with tonight was quite the hunk. She wanted to make sure she looked as sexy as possible. It wasn't easy though. Like every woman, she had her good days and her bad days. Sometimes her hair would look perfect. Other times, she couldn't even get rid of the cowlick that she would seem to pop up periodically and would haunt her to the rest of her days.
She straightened out her skirt, then her blouse. Yes, she definitely looked damn good tonight. While Courtney would never consider herself sexy, she would definitely say that she fit into the group of good looking women, who certainly outnumbered all the knockouts out there. She smoothed out straight, shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair. She blinked her grey eyes a few times to make sure that the mascara was even. She ran her hands down the her torso and hips straightening out her grey blouse. While she wasn't buxom by any stretch of the imagination, Courtney had been a 34B since her senior year of high school. While her bras were a little tight during her period, they fit fine during the other 26 days of the month give or take. She tugged at her denim mini-skirt at her womanly hips to make sure that it was straight too. Yes, she looked more than fine now.
She bent over at the sink in her bathroom and picked up her pair of lucky black heels. She considered them lucky because they were the shoes she had been wearing when she met her last boyfriend. That relationship had lasted 2 and a half years. It ended when she came home one day and found Brian cheating on her. With his friend Mike. She thought about a minute. Maybe they weren't so lucky after all. She shrugged her shoulders slightly as she slipped one over her stocking covered foot, then the other.
Although Courtney wasn't, and never, dressed like your typical 26 year old female club-goer in her "just tight enough, but still conservative" charcoal blouse and her knee-length denim skirt, she did allow herself one piece of sexy clothing. Stretching from her mid-thigh down to her foot were a pair of fishnet stockings. She considered them her lucky stockings too. Of course, she thought, only a blind man wouldn't fall for a woman in fishnets.
After putting on her shoes, she took a look at the tiny silver watch. "7:30," it said. She fifteen minutes until her date showed up. She grabbed her tiny black leather purse which was sitting on the back of the toilet. This was the only bag that matched her shoes. She rooted through the bag to make sure that she had everything she needed. She went through a checklist in her mind. Keys, wallet, change purse, mints. All looked good. She even had a condom in her purse. Although Courtney had only ever had one one night stand (it was in college and involved a pirate's share of Captain Morgan's), you never knew what was going to happen, especially with a guy as good-looking as Carl. She looked through her purse for her pills. They weren't there. She slid open on door on the medicine cabinet and grabbed her last bottle of Beano off the shelf. She tossed it into her purse and zipped it up. She didn't want to have any "accidents" tonight. She didn't want to have to blame anything on a dog or other people tonight. Not with Carl.
Courtney was a kind of masochist. While she loved all kinds of spicy and rich food, it didn't like her. She had quite a nervous digestive system. There were times she'd eat something as simple as chicken soup and she'd be tooting all night long. Damn, her father. Her mother said that he was the same way. Courtney knew that. He was only in the bathroom 5 times a day. Anyway, no matter where they ate tonight, there wouldn't be any "eruptions." Courtney guaranteed it.
Courtney went out into the living room and started straightening things up nervously. She still had ten minutes or so until Carl showed up. After what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, Courtney heard a car pull up. "Better not be down here when he comes up," she thought. She didn't want to look desperate. She bolted upstairs, ran into her bedroom, and quickly shut the door. Just after the door shut, she heard the doorbell ring. She opened the bedroom door and shouted down, "It's open."
She heard the front door open and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor of her foyer. She shouted lady-like downstairs, "Make yourself comfortable Carl. I'll be down in a minute."
She sat down at her desk and updated her date book for five minutes or so before she figured it was time to make her entrance. She opened the bedroom door and walked lightly down the stairs. She turned the corner into the living room and saw Carl sitting casually on the couch with one arm resting across the back of it.
Damn, he was sexy. He had wavy black hair that she would just love to run her fingers though. He had muscles that we big enough that they rippled under the tight silk shirt he was wearing. He gazed at her with his soulful brown eyes. He stood up and said, "You ready?"
She gave her head a quick, casual toss and said, "Sure, Carl. Where are we going?"
He got closer to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I figured a little Chinese and then some dancing. How does that sound?"
She couldn't believe it. She actually giggled. "That sounds great."
His full, sexy lips slid across pure, white teeth. "Good, then you agree," he said. "By the way, Court, I want to make sure I don't forget. You look terrific."
Another toss of her head before she responded, "Gee, thanks. You look mighty good yourself."
With his arm still around her waist, he guided her toward the front door, and out into the darkness toward his car sitting in the driveway. He opened the door of his black mustang for her and helped her in. She made sure that her skirt rode up just a little bit so that he could see her lucky fishnets covering her sumptuous thigh. She looked up at him and said, "Thank you."
He closed his door then walked around and got in on the drivers side. He turned at looked at her with another smile as he started the car and then completed the turn by looking out the back window. He eased the muscle car into the street before popping it into gear and sliding it casually down the road.
As they made their way to the restaurant, Courtney and Carl chatted casually. This was their first date after all. Carl had only been working in the office a few weeks. Of course, due to his sexiness, all the women in the office swooned over him. He had only gone out with one other woman, Courtney's mortal enemy Ashley. Ashley was a slut in every sense of the word. Courtney had overheard Ashley talk about her date with Carl. Ashley had tried to seduce him after their dinner together. She even got her hands on his "hunk-a hunk-a burnin' love" as she so eloquently put it. Much to Ashley's disappointment, though, her needs were not fulfilled that night. It seemed that Carl was as much a gentleman as Ashley was a slut. Even though Courtney had overheard all this about Carl, she came equipped anyway. Courtney may not have been a slut, but from the way Ashley described Carl, she'd have her needs to fulfill too. While it might or might not happen tonight, it would happen so, and she would be prepared. Oh, yes, it would happen. Courtney was nothing if not determined.
Carl eased the car up to the valet station in front of the restaurant. Carl turned to her and said, "I probably should have mentioned it before we got here, but do you like Mexican?"
She brushed his arm, stared at him, smiled sexily. "Of course."
Carl laughed. Man, even his laugh was sexy! "Not me! I meant do you like Mexican food?"
