Chapter 4: Reservations
The following week felt routine and dull compared to the stimulation of the previous week. My lectures seemed to drone on, homework was tedious, and waitressing was laborious. Plus, I had trouble focusing because images of Lance and Yazmín kept seducing my brain.
The most exciting thing that happened all week was explaining to my roommate, Alexis, and her boyfriend, Ty, why I was doing the walk of shame when I returned to our dorm room. They were totally amazed. In fact, they didn't actually believe me at first. I didn't go into too many details because I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't avoid sharing some of the facts because it was so obvious that I had spent the night somewhere else when I strolled in wearing my clothes from the night before. If I had been courageous enough to kiss and tell them everything, they definitely wouldn't have believed me. They knew me as a somewhat shy and reserved person. I was by no means a prude virgin, but I wasn't exactly an adventurous party-girl either.
Alexis pointed out that I had only gone on a few dates since we moved in together in the fall, and none of them had resulted in a sleepover. Ty seemed especially interested. He kept pressing me for more details, and I noticed that while we were talking, his hand was on her thigh. Both of them seemed excited for me. Sharing my exploits seemed to serve as an aphrodisiac for them as well. As we went to bed that night, she asked me to put on my headphones. I knew what that meant. I could hear them going at it even with the music turned up loud. I wasn't annoyed though. In fact, they inspired me to have some fun too. They were both very hot, and I had seen her naked and him nearly naked many times, so it was easy for me to picture them in bed. The sounds of them fucking coupled with the memories of my weekend turned me on. I removed my headphones so I could listen to her moans and his grunts more clearly. I switched on my vibrator and pulled down my panties. All three of us had a good time that night!
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Saturday night at the restaurant was so busy that we had to turn people away if they hadn't made reservations. There was a crowd waiting on the sidewalk for me to call them in. I called out the door, "Reservation for Manaj, party of three? Manaj, for three?" I heard some people snicker as I realized how it sounded like I was yelling about a menage-a-trois.
"Actually, there are only two of us now, but we're hoping a third person will be able to join us later."
My jaw dropped. It was Lance and Yazmín. He was dressed similar to last time in a tailored dark suit and a light shirt that fit tautly over his chest muscles. His face looked very masculine, with stubble on his chin and tousled hair on his head. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt, tall heels, and midriff-baring tank top that clung tightly to her chest, accentuating her breasts nicely. I stared at them in disbelief.
I got close to them and whispered, "What are you doing here?"
He leaned in, put his mouth close to my ear, and said, "Hopefully, you." Yazmín blew me a kiss.
My face flushed, my mouth opened without saying anything, and I fumbled with the menus. As I turned to lead them to a table, Lance swatted me on the bottom, and I emitted a small yip. "Oh!" I couldn't believe he did that in the restaurant! "Um, right this way, sir, ma'am." I looked up and realized that several diners had seen what had happened. I turned even redder as I sat them in front of the window. "Here are the menus..."
"We already know what we want. We've seen what you offer and we want what we had last time," said Lance as he stared at my chest. It felt like his piercing stare could see right through my blouse and brazier, straight to my nipples. It sent a jolt right through me. My crotch instantly felt moist.
I swallowed hard. "Yes, sir, I would be happy to give you what you want." I turned to go.
"Layla, my date here..." I turned back. He gestured across the table, "must tell you something first."
Yazmín blushed and her eyes got big. She beckoned me closer and I leaned down. "He insists that I describe my panties to you." It was my turn for my eyes to get big. "He made me wear panties with a pocket in the front into which he slipped a remote-controlled vibrator."
"Oh my gosh!" I stood up and clamped my hand over my mouth. "Really?" She smiled and nodded.
Lance pulled out his phone and placed it on the table. The back of his hand looked sexy with the veins raised just under the skin, reminding me of the shaft of his cock. The screen was open to what looked like a control panel. "Tap the red button," he instructed me. I was nervous and hesitated. "Do it," he commanded. I reached over and tapped the screen with my finger.
"Oh!" Yazmín jumped in her chair, surprised at the sensation in her underwear. After a few seconds, she relaxed into it and smiled again. "Mmm," she hummed.
"Slide your finger up this control bar." Cautiously, I did.
"Ahh!" she cried and gripped the edges of the table. The customers at the neighboring table looked at her. Lance quickly tapped the button, turning it off, and she relaxed again.
"We are going to begin at level 1. It goes up to 10. Each time I catch you thinking naughty thoughts, you must increase the intensity by one level until she climaxes. Understood?"
