Continued...
As I re-entered the bar, I saw someone had taken our table. Momentarily I couldn't see Beth at all, but then glimpsed a flash of blue from the bar. Sure enough, she was laughing and joking with a couple of tall-ish guys. I stood transfixed as I watched her stretch up on tiptoe and lean over the bar to try and get the barman's attention.
As she leaned, I noticed the one of the guys - the one with glasses - discreetly slide in behind her, extending his left arm past her side and onto the bar, protecting her from the jostling around her.
From where I was stood in the doorway, I saw his other hand sneak forward and come to rest intimately on her right hip. She looked around at him and they made eye contact. She dropped her gaze to his hand, then back to his eyes again. Beth then gave him the most beautiful, shy, innocent smile I'd even seen and bit her bottom lip (that telltale sign I know so well) before turning back to the bar.
His hand began to grip and stroke her hip, up and down making her dress ride up even higher than it already was given she was on tiptoe. Over three-quarters of Beth's pale, slightly-chubby thighs were clearly visible. Another inch and people in my vicinity would be able to see her underwear.
Her pretty face had attracted the barman's attention and she'd ordered her drink. But she didn't move. She stayed in exactly the same position on her tiptoes as the tall guy bought his left hand onto her other hip and continued to caress my small ex discreetly at the bar.
Had she forgotten I was here? It was like watching a different person to the one who'd sucked me off in the alleyway only 5 minutes before.
She looked around again, this time making eye contact with me and holding my gaze as the tall guy's hands felt her young body up. She turned back again and slowly backed away from the bar, gently pushing her bum into the guy's crotch as he held her. She knew full well I was watching as she allowed him to discreetly grind himself into her backside.
Apart from the other tall guy who was still right there and sharing knowing smirks with the guy fondling my ex, nobody else would have noticed a thing if they hadn't specifically been looking for it.
I assumed the guy touching my ex was Chris. Actually, I hoped it was, otherwise she was clearly out of control. His right hand dropped away from her hip and snaked around the front of the hem of her dress out of sight between her and the bar. Her small feet shuffled a few inches further apart and she gave a little jolt and then froze still.
I'm not sure how long passed - maybe 10 seconds, maybe 30 - before she leaned back and whispered something to him over her shoulder. His hand moved away and back around the side of her waist. For a fraction of a second, I got an eyeful of her upper leg, all the way up to some white lace-trimmed underwear, before the dress dropped down and restored Beth's modesty.
She looked around with a big smile and pretended to see me for the first time. She called and beckoned me over.
As I reached her she switched back seamlessly into 'dutiful girlfriend mode' and reached up to greet me with an enthusiastic hug and a quick peck on the lips.
"Babe, I've got someone I'd really like you to meet. This is Chris. Chris, Dave." My ex's lover greeted me warmly, reached out and grasped my hand firmly. I was shaking the hand that I suspected had just been inside the girl I loved. Inside her pussy - right in front of me. She was loving every second of this.
We both spoke at the same time, talking over each other.
"So, Chris, how do you know Beth?" I had asked.
"Ah, you must be the boyfriend, pleased to meet you." He had said.
Beth interjected, turning to me.
"Chris is the placement liaison. He looks after all the Uni placement students and makes sure they are all..." She looked at him. "...settling in well."
The dynamics of the situation were blowing my mind a little.
Me and Beth had broken up, but Chris didn't know that.
I knew that they were fucking, but he didn't know that I knew.
Chris thought he and Beth were some big secret and was probably loving the thought that he was boning my girlfriend behind my back.
He didn't know that over the past few hours Beth had told me everything about their relationship, including that he'd fucked her right before she left to meet me this evening.
Weirdly, taking me into her confidence made it feel like Beth was somehow displaying loyalty to me over him. It made me trust her, which considering everything she'd done to me in recent months was an odd feeling.
We chatted casually over the next 5-10 minutes before Chris got a bit too cocky and slipped in a clumsy innuendo about Beth 'finishing off something really hard' on Monday night, which I knew to be the night of their first date.
I shot her a look. She'd said they didn't go 'all the way', but it sounded like Chris at least had a happy ending to his night. She knew what I was thinking and looked mildly horrified, but also totally thrilled.
"Excuse my boyfriend, Chris." she interjected, and ushered me away.
"Jesus babe..." I started.
"It's one thing you telling me what you've been up to, but another thing completely watching you fool around. I was jealous actually seeing you do stuff, letting him touch you like that."
"Jealous... not hot then?" She queried, looking disappointed.
"Both. I love you more than anything.... but seeing you being naughty was super hot."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say. Halfway through I really wasn't sure whether I was doing the right thing... how you might react."
She looked up at me through those big, simpering eyes.
"...did little girl do good?" She teased.
"She did. And chatting to him like that just now was fun. The way he thought you two were doing stuff behind my back, when really I know everything."
"I knew you'd think it was hot... me and Chris..."
"I love your stories, but seeing it with my own eyes... it's possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen. I hated it... but I loved it. My innocent little girlfriend... being groped and touched-up at the bar. If I wasn't so totally spent already that might have put me over the edge."
"He had his fingers inside me, you know? Your innocent little girlfriend's all hot and bothered." she said.
"I figured... can we get out of here?" I asked, hopefully.
"Errr, I don't really want to leave yet, I'm just starting to have fun!"
"We could have MORE fun back at yours though I reckon." I said.
"Fun for you maybe, but I'm having fun here! You should come and meet some more people. Besides, I think you might be over-estimating your own abilities... you've already exceeded expectations, you know you're my little 'one-cum-and-done' boy, right?"
I was mildly insulted, but knew it was in jest - and pretty much true.
As I stammered for words, she continued, looking at me, as seriously as she could whilst clearly drunk, and muttered under her breath close to my ear.
"The thing is babe, I'm really, really fucking horny right now, and I'm not sure what I want from this evening, there's no plan... I just know that I don't want to leave yet. Let's stay... see how the night pans out. You could always go home and get the bed warm for me... you know where the emergency key's kept... I might even have a story to tell you later on... could be fun...?"
Needless to say I didn't take Beth up on her offer. Over the next hour I stood largely on my own as I watched her drink and chat to various people I didn't know.
Every few minutes her eyes would scan the room, seeking out Chris and giving him a cheeky smile. It had been a while since she'd given me a smile like that.
It was now 10:30 and I was bored. I went to the toilet and got a drink at the bar which wasted 10 minutes. That was 10 minutes closer to going home with my beautiful ex to share her single bed.
