WARNING: English is NOT my first language -- I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
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This one, unfortunately, describes a disappointment...
Therefore, if you're looking for some detailed sex scenes, you better skip this one.
I am sitting at a table, on a small terrace, downtown, waiting for my order.
The place is somewhat quiet, since it is located on an adjacent street to the large boulevard.
The volume of the music is low, so that you can have a decent conversation without having to yell at each other -- anyway, for me now, this is not a problem, since I am alone.
I look at my wrist watch. It's twelve, so the grill should be working by now -- I have ordered a steak and I've been warned by the waiter that it will take some time, cause they only start the grill at twelve...
All the eight or ten tables are taken, and it seems that my table is the only one with only one client.
People are drinking beers, eating soups and some other cooked stuff...
The waiter, who knows me due to the tips I let him have all the times, approaches my table with a cold beer, and tells me: "Sir, if you don't mind my asking, there are two young ladies waiting for a table, but, as I see, there will have to pass quite some time until I shall manage to let them have a table...
I got the idea, so I just interrupt him: "No problem! They are welcome to join me!"
"Thank you, sir, you won't regret it! You'll see"... And he winks at me...
Here they are, two tall and slim young ladies, wearing very high heels, very short skirts and quite transparent blouses -- the perfect combination -- one is blond, the other one brunette...
The waiter's mouth doesn't stop explaining to them that I've had the kindness to let them sit at my table, blah, blah, blah...
With such an introduction, I need to stand up, shake hands, and introduce myself...
Meanwhile, I'm just asking myself if the waiter is, eventually, a pimp...
They don't look and act like whores, prostitutes, but... you can never tell...
Anyway, in trading, as my mother has taught me a very long time ago, there is the offer and the demand...
Therefore, if they are prostitutes, they'll just be wasting their time -- I'm not into it, and I can always get pussy without having to pay for it...
My only concern is that, if the guy is a pimp, he'll never see me on this terrace again...
I don't remember the name of the blond girl, and anyway, here, all the names will be changed, but the brunette is recommending herself as Lola...
They are, as they say, students at the university nearby, the blond at literature, and Lola at maths.
So I ask: "Well, and how come that two girls with so different ways of thinking are friends?"
They giggle, and Lola tells me that they know each other since the elementary school...
"That's nice! A long friendship!"...
They giggle again, than the blond girl tells me: "Yes, and we've never have had any fight, unless there was a boy involved!" And they both burst into laughter...
I can do nothing but smile...
The waiter comes with a tray with two bowls of soup, and serves the girls, excusing himself, again, for the fact that my steak isn't ready yet...
"No problem, I'm not in a hurry!"
Now is the turn of the girls to excuse themselves for having to eat in front of me, while I just look...
"No worries, get started before the soup gets cold"...
They start eating, and I light a cigarette, taking care for the smoke to do not go towards them...
I cannot help but notice that the blond is eating somewhat in a hurry, while Lola is lingering around her spoon, if I may say so...
The reason is quite simple, the blond has to reach at the uni two hours earlier than Lola, who has the courses later today.
After the blond girl finishes, Lola turns toward her: "Now get going, or you'll be late."
"Yes, but first I need to pay the bill"
"Never mind about the bill, I'll be paying the bill"...
My brain is working hard -- is it possible to be a scam - one of the girls leaves, then the other one starts flirting with me, so that I feel obliged to pay the bill for all?
Well, let's see...
After we remain alone, the attitude of Lola changes -- she minds her soup and avoids looking at me anymore...
Now, scam or no scam, we haven't yet arrived at the moment of paying the bill, so why do I have to ruin my appetite with negative thoughts?
"So, Lola, it seems that your friend is a little bit more communicative than you -- in fact, it's normal -- she's the one with poets and writers"...
She looks at me, and blushes, while I'm congratulating myself for what a stupid and miserable thing I could say. So, to make it, eventually worse, I continue:
"Anyway, I'm sorry for this personal remark, but I couldn't help notice, and it seems that I've been thinking with a loud voice"...
Luckily, the waiter saves me, bringing the steak, and excusing himself, once again, for the delay.
I start eating, at an easy pace -- in my mind, I want to let Lola finish her soup, and see if she asks, or not, for the bill.
The waiter appears again, bringing Lola a glass with cognac.
Lola blushes again.
I don't make any comment.
Suddenly, after sipping from her glass, Lola starts speaking:
"You are right about my friend, but the truth is that I'm a lot more shy than she is, and, anyway, she always acts towards me as if I were her younger sister"...
She searches into her purse, and puts a pack of cigarettes on the table, then lets me light her cigarette, sips a bit more from the glass, then continues:
"Now, for example, if she would see me drinking and smoking, she would be killing me!"
This waiter, here, knows us, we are, somewhat, permanent, and this is why he hasn't brought the cognac before my "older sister's" departure"...
While finishing her phrase, the waiter appears again, bringing her the note.
Now, all my police like thinking, the ideas about scam, pimps, and so on, vanishes...
I cannot help but notice that the girl leaves a large tip for the waiter...
I increase the speed of my eating, and finish the steak when she's almost ready with her cognac.
I can clearly see that she's preparing herself to leave -- by now, it's clear that I don't want this to happen, so that I say:
"Now, seeing you drinking this, I can tell you that I also feel like having one. Would you mind joining me? Of course I shall buy you another one, if you don't mind".
She looks at her wrist watch: "Truth is, that I've still got plenty of time, but I cannot have another glass here. I don't want this guy make I don't know what impression about me"...
Finally, I am prompt and sharp: "But it's not the only place around. If you let me pay my bill, we can go some other place"...
She jumps in surprise, then she's clearly thinking hard. She tells me:
"I know that the way I'm dressed may have given you some ideas, but, honestly, if it wasn't for the lack of tables and time for my friend, who was in a hurry, really, we wouldn't have met. Believe it or not, I'm not used to make acquaintances in restaurants, bars, discos"...
Now I have to push, otherwise things will end right here:
"As a mathematician, you surely know that everything happens due to a reason -- on the other hand, all that I've asked was if you agreed to have a glass of cognac together with me. What's the big deal?!?"
She blushes again:
"All right! I shall leave now, and stop at the corner of the street and continue thinking on it. If, after you pay the bill, you find me still waiting for you over there, or not, you'll have my answer"...
She grabs her purse, stands up, and so do I, we shake hands, and she leaves...
I have to admit that her attitude is interesting...
Shit, I finish my drink, and ask the waiter for the bill. The minutes are passing, the bloody guy is late with his bloody bill...
This is bad luck!
Finally, I pay and leave, somewhat in a hurry -- according to my wrist watch, there have passed a little more than ten minutes.
I reach the corner of the street, but Lola isn't there.
This is it! I light a cigarette, and start strolling on the boulevard, at an easy pace...
Suddenly, I hear my name called by a female voice. I turn around, and, to my surprise, it's Lola -- she's approaching in a hurry -- from the way she breathes, it's clear that she has probably run a little.
She composes herself, then tells me: "I'm sorry I've left, but that was my first impulse. Afterwards, I've thought about your saying about things that happen with a reason. I've seen you at the corner, from a distance, so that I had to run for a while"...
I smile: "Now, Lola, let's get into a bar and fill our engines with some fuel".
She is not from Bucharest, but her parents have enough money to keep her away from the campus.
She lives, together with her friend, in a rented apartment, not far away from the university.
One word leads to another -- she is in her second year of studies here, but I realize how little she knows about the town and the whereabouts...
I describe to her the beautiful parks that we have, and about which she proves to know nothing...
Her roads are clear and straight -- University -- home, and only the center of the city...
She's telling me how she misses the mountains where she comes from, the nature, the landscapes...
I try the waters a little:
"Unfortunately, you don't have time, otherwise I would be glad to show you a few parts of the town"...
She's blushing again:
"Honestly, after these glasses with cognac, I long to go at the uni, like hell"...
"Well, but can you afford to skip the courses? And, furthermore, what will your friend say?"
She bursts into laughter: "See? This is the real problem! My "older sis"!"...
"Gosh! What is she doing? Reporting you to your parents?!?"
