In memory of my editor, adetaildiva.
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On Friday night, two weeks later, I had to work late. We initiated an overseas movement for training on short notice. It had been on our schedule and was a surprise only to the battalion that had to move. However, I had to stay in the office until our part of the movement order had been fulfilled and everything had passed to Ft. Bragg.
When I cleaned up around 8:30, I called Nan's cell. "Finally, done here, beautiful. Do you want to get together?"
"I'm at The Purple Giraffe," Nan replied. "Why don't you come get me? I took a taxi."
"Be there as soon as I can go home and change," I confirmed. I breezed through my house grabbing a quick shower and a looking in on Bobby. Linda had gone out with some of her friends and Katy was babysitting.
"You've got my cell number and Linda's too?"
"Yes, Major Williams."
Jean was out of town this weekend. She and Rebecca were delivering Christmas presents to her folks. I was thinking about asking Nan to go to a swanky new restaurant tomorrow night. Tonight I was a horny male on the prowl, ready for some hot sweaty sex. Tomorrow night could be slower and more loving.
I finally got to The Purple Giraffe about 9:45. As usual on a Friday night, the place was packed and it took me a while to find Nan. She was occupying a stand-up table with a shorter girl.
"Hi, babe," I said giving her a quick kiss. "How're you holding up?"
"I'm not holding up, I'm holding down the table," she replied. Her loud laugh at her own weak witticism told me she'd already had several of the potent Sex-On-The-Beach drinks. "Jack, meet Aaliyah. Aaliyah just got out of the Israeli Army and is taking some time off before getting a job."
"Glad to meet you." I did a quick once over trying not to embarrass myself or make her feel uncomfortable. If she had just gotten out of the Army, she had had a desk job. "Where is Cass?"
"Jill got tickets to a play at the Kennedy Center and she invited Cass." Nan almost spat the words out.
"So, Aaliyah," I smoothly changed the subject. "Is this your first trip to the States?"
After a few minutes of banter, Nan upended her glass. "Jack, you've got two thirsty ladies tonight."
I hadn't gotten a drink yet, so I was happy to mount an expedition. As I joined the crowd crushing up to the bar for drinks, I was able to watch Nan. She was easily the prettiest girl I saw here tonight. She might not beat Cindy Crawford in looks, but she didn't miss by much. I was also able to appraise Aaliyah without embarrassing her or me. She was several inches shorter than Nan with black hair and olive skin. She wasn't stacked like Nan, but what I thought of as cuddly curvy.
As the rows of guys in front of me were slowly served and slithered on their way, I watched the interactions between the two women I was now escorting. Chattering animatedly, Nan occasionally touched Aaliyah's arm or hand as they stood close together, facing each other. Suddenly, they both exploded in a knee-slapping laugh. As they recovered and moved back close again, Aaliyah stretched upward and whispered in Nan's ear causing a brief giggle. Aaliyah stood back down, one breast rubbing all the way down Nan's arm before moving back a few inches.
"What'll ya have?" I got my order of two Sex-On-the-Beach and a beer and threaded back to the table without any spills.
"Thanks, babe." Nan patted my hand as I set the drinks down. She turned back to her new girlfriend.
As the girls yammered on about the latest chick flick, I soon became intoxicated with the girly smells wafting up at me. Her hair had a fresh shampoo smell. I put one hand on her waist and slid against her back. She was wearing a sleeveless dress with a deeply plunging neckline. All that exposed skin permitted her spicy perfume to tickle my nose. The fact that she was braless, or maybe the dress had a self-bra, allowed tantalizing views from above and behind. I tried to follow the conversation, but my eyes kept wandering down. After one visual excursion, I looked up and Aaliyah was grinning at me. She winked and continued with the conversation.
"Come on, let's dance." Nan pulled me toward the floor as the ice cubes rattled in the newly empty glass on the tabletop. She grabbed Aaliyah with her other hand. We squeezed past two or three people and began gyrating like everyone else, Nan in front of me, Aaliyah off to the side of us.
Nan took a step forward and shimmied against me for a few seconds. Spinning around she pushed her ass into my groin and rubbed. Reaching to the side she pulled Aaliyah in front of her. Then Nan stepped forward and shimmied up against Aaliyah. Aaliyah spun and pressed back into Nan. Aaliyah spun out and placed her hands on Nan's hips. Nan spun and backed into her midsection. As Nan moved side to side, the hands slid slowly from her hips to her tummy and then drifted a little lower
I had become partially aroused while watching them dance. Nan glanced down and smiled as she looked back up at me. Aaliyah stopped dancing and went up on tiptoes to whisper in Nan's ear. Nan nodded her head in agreement. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back off the floor
When we got to our table, Nan tossed down the liquid remains of the ice cubes. "We've got to visit the Ladies Room."
I was left nursing my beer and guarding the remains of their drinks. I don't know about other guys, but when I end up in these situations, I feel sort of foolish. One guy, three drinks, isolated like I'd forgotten my deodorant. You can't start a conversation with anyone. The guys there want to talk to girls, not another guy. The girls might be interested in talking, but what are you going to say when your date returns, to either the new girl or your date. There's not even anything interesting to look at on the walls.
Finally, the ladies came back. They were still gabbing. Aaliyah was leading the way. When they got to the table, she stopped in front of her drink. Nan stopped too, standing close beside her. She put her arm on Aaliyah's back. As she swung in toward the table the light hit her neck, illuminating what looked like a small smudge of lipstick. I looked at Aaliyah. The lipstick on her upper lip was slightly smeared. Aaliyah put her empty glass down.
"I'm ready to go, Jack," Nan directed.
I took the last two gulps of beer, and we squirmed our way back to the door. The late fall cold cleared my head like a slap after the heat and sweat of the club. The girls threw on their wraps.
"Brrrr, I'm cold," Nan exclaimed.
"We can cuddle to keep warm," Aaliyah replied, putting an arm around Nan's waist. Nan responded in kind as I led them to my car.
I opened the door and held it as Nan flopped down. She surprised me by pulling Aaliyah into her lap. "I still need to warm up," she explained as she pulled the door closed.
I thought that was my job, but I trotted around and swung under the steering wheel. "Where to?" I asked as I started the car. I looked over and saw the girls in a heated kiss.
When I reached the street, I stopped to look left and then right. The girls were still kissing, but Nan had one eye open looking at me. She continued the kiss but reached one hand over to rub my cock. Grabbing hold of it, she closed her eyes again, connecting the three of us through her body.
When I was caught at a stoplight, I looked again. Nan was leaning back on the headrest. Aaliyah was kissing her neck and one hand had disappeared inside Nan's coat.
As soon as I parked the car at Nan's apartment, the girls jumped out and ran up the stairs, stopping for a quick kiss on each landing. Once through the door, their coats sailed toward a chair and they fell together on the couch. I dropped into a chair across from them.
They kissed and nibbled and nipped as clothes were slowly pushed to the floor. Once both were naked, they locked in another long, steamy kiss. When their lips parted, Aaliyah licked down to Nan's nipple.
For the first time since we had gotten inside, Nan looked over at me. Her eyes were unfocussed at first. As she registered my presence, her eyelids snapped open.
"Jack, come over here," she requested patting the seat next to her. I moved across the room and sat. Aaliyah was teasing the nipple closest to me, and her head was between us.
"A little overdressed, aren't we?" She smiled at me and tugged on my belt. With Aaliyah in the way she couldn't do more.
I stood and shucked off my clothes. The two girls were kissing again. As I resumed my seat, Aaliyah moved down to the far nipple. Nan reached out with her arm to pull me in to a kiss. When we broke apart, she pushed my shoulder down. "Jack, screw me, please."
She slouched down further on the couch so that her pussy was thrust off the edge. I slid to the floor and knee walked around until I was between her legs. I fitted my cock head in her lips and rubbed up and down several times. She spread her legs wider as I started thrusting forward. I watched where we joined, seeing the pink lips grasp and release me as I was going in and out.
When I looked up, the girls were kissing. At least I thought so. All I could see was the back of Aaliyah's head and upper body and Nan's tummy down to where we joined. The sights and sounds of the evening had over-stimulated me. I knew I wouldn't last long. I slowed my thrusts, but in about two minutes I felt my cum start to churn up my cock. "I'm going to come," I stated and spurted into Nan's pussy.
When I was finished, I moved weakly to the side and sat on the floor. I watched Aaliyah's hand move between Nan's legs and a finger delicately trace down and up the swollen lips. "I want to suck it out of you," she growled into Nan's ear.
"Lie down," Nan commanded. "I want to eat you, too." The shorter girl lay back.
The blond stood, took two steps, and swung one knee to the back of the couch. Bringing the other up, she hunched her pussy over the waiting mouth. Leaning forward, she pulled on one of the splayed out legs urging both legs into the air. As the blond leaned further, she hooked her elbows behind the knees and levered the black-haired pussy upward.
I could see the drooling lips and the proudly erect clitoris for a few seconds before Nan's head blocked the view. The wet, slurping sounds were all around me. I reached out and softly stroked Nan's neck and down her back.
She wriggled and lifted her head. "Don't! That tickles. Give me a few minutes with Aaliyah, and then you can join in again."
Before her head descended again, I could see she had two fingers in the pink furrow and another one in the smaller rosette. There were more wet sounds.
"God! Your juice tastes so sweet," moaned Aaliyah. "And his spunk is a great sour-sharp flavor."
