Chapter 9: Christina
Together, my Babygirl and I, we have explored the bounds of jealousy and anger, love and hate, but through it all, we have continued to believe in each other. I have accused her of cheating many times, but it is my own mind that will not let the issue rest. She loves me and tries to please me, tells me of her love everyday and keeps most all men at a safe distance. So, knowing that she has strayed only a little before finding her way back to me, I trust and confide in her. Eventually, she does the same for me, talking openly about what she wants, which is not what I had expected, at all. She only lusts for other men as all women do, but no one in particular. When pressed as to her sexual fantasies, she actually admits that there is a girl she lusts for and I agree that she is fantastic, not the tigress my baby is, but hot anyway. She is the singer and has a performance locally this weekend, so I came home on Friday night and told baby to get dressed up to go out, but wouldn't tell her where we were going. After an hour of preparation, Babygirl comes to me, seeking my approval. For sure she is stunning, decked out in her tight, little tank top, a short, leather skirt, and her highest heels. She walks up to me and asks what I think, I slide my hands up her skirt and remove her panties, then tell her she's in for a wild night. She is nervous about the whole "no panties" thing, but I assure her that I'm in control and she takes a Valium and agrees to let me lead.
An hour later, we are pulling into the back parking lot of a local club and reach over and kiss her softly, then slip my hand up her skirt and slide a finger into her. She is wet and horny, instantly grabbing my budding erection and stroking me through my jeans as I slip a second finger into her and begin to gently pump her beautiful slit. She moans and pushes against my hand, grinding her clit against my palm and taking my fingers hungrily into herself without regard for who might be walking by. I work at her sexy hole with three fingers until she bucks and tenses, then orgasms in a rush of hot, and sticky juices that cover my fingers in sweetness. After a quick check of hair and make-up, she's ready and I walk around the truck and open her door for her. She steps out, moist and looking like a million bucks takes my hand and follows me across the parking lot on unsteady legs. I put my arm around her and we kiss as we walk, holding hands and whispering to each other as we arrive at the back door. I know the staff at this little bar so we get in free after I introduce her to my friends.
We find a table, reserved for us at stage-side, and she sits down and crosses her sexy legs. She is impressed with our seats and asks who is performing, since we came in the back and saw no flyers, but I tell her to be patient and she'll find out.
A long, tall red-head walks up to me in a pleated skirt and a shirt that reveals more than enough of her ample cleavage. I see baby tense and uncross her legs to stand, but I take her hand and smile at her before I turn my attention to the girl.
"Two shots of Quervo gold, a chaser, and beer," I say to her, then make sure I look at my lover as she wags her ass and walks away.
Baby and I sit close and whisper to each other, she points out girls she thinks are sexy and I agree or disagree. We discuss their outfits, their legs, their hair, etc. The waitress comes back with our drinks and I tip her good, maybe too good, because baby whispers in my ear about how she just knows I'm thinking about spurting my load across those big breasts. I laugh, then tell her to just wait, it gets much better. She looks at me with a mischievous grin and does her shot, then chases it with half of her beer.
A local comic comes on stage and does a half-hour set. At the end of it he notices me checking the waitress' boobs as she bends over the table with our third round. He makes a joke of it and, though the waitress just giggles and walks away, Babygirl flips him the sexiest bird I've ever seen and slyly uncrosses her legs, exposing herself just enough for him to catch a glimpse of muff before crossing them again. This stops him dead for a moment, his face flushes red, and he turns, beginning a whole new monologue in another direction.
I am so proud of her for defending me that I lean over and kiss her cheek lovingly, then hold her hand tight as we watch the rest of the set. Though he pays us no more attention, he does continue to glance in her direction every so often. When he finishes, to a fair amount of applause, the house lights come on and the stage-hands begin to set up for the show.
Babygirl gets up from the table, straightens her skirt, and tells me she needs to use the facilities. I smile and watch her walk away, noticing how incredibly cute she is as several other men do the same. I turn back to my drink and finish it off, then wave the redhead over.
"What's up honey?" She asks as she leans over the table and gathers the empty glasses, purposefully showing off for me. "You need something else?"
"I'm booked," I reply with a grin. "But I would like another round for the both of us and, if you would, slip backstage and tell Christy I'm here." I slipped her a twenty and she walked away.
Babygirl comes back to the table and I notice she's not wearing a bra anymore. She explains that she wants me to stare at her chest and, with her nipples sticking straight out, it would be impossible not to. She is such a honey-pot, so sexy, so sweet, and slightly jealous. I can't help but be impressed by her need for my attention and her willingness to be naughty for me.
The waitress returns with another round, sets us up, winks at me to let me know she went backstage, then turns to take orders from the table next to ours. Babygirl catches the wink, but misinterprets it as a sign of interest and gets mad.
"I'll kick that bitch right in her hole if she doesn't stop that shit," she says under her breath, staring at the back of the girl's head.
"I'd prefer to see you lick that bitches' hole," I whisper to her, running my tongue along her earlobe and sliding a hand up her leg.
"You wish," she replies, grabbing my crotch and squeezing. "But she's not hot enough to impress me."