Continued...
A couple of rounds later and I was feeling no pain. I had been trying, to no avail, to convince my friend that she should take a page from Jenny's book and do some body shots on the bar. I even offered her twenty bucks - not that generous, I know, considering she had paid me thirty for my underwear. We were both just observing the crowd and the people passing by on the street outside the terrace. I was lost in thought, my mind mixing and matching various aspects of the tale of Jenny's bachelorette party, trying to imagine what it would be like to strip in front of eight girls on a street corner and getting naked in the middle of a crowded bar. My mind was really starting to get into the details, the feel of my button fly between my fingers, the cool night air caressing my legs as my jeans slid down to my ankles, the deep demanding stares of the girls as my thumbs slip into the waistband of my Calvins. . . Once again my thoughts were interrupted, this time by giggles and screams of joy.
"Shirley!" my friend exclaimed jumping out of her chair to hug the tall athletic brunette approaching our table. The two embraced and immediately both were talking over each other drunkenly relating their nights thus far.
"And I was telling Ebin all about Jenny's bachelorette party."
"Oh really?" Shirley said, first smiling at my friend and then turning to raise an eyebrow at me.
"Hi Shirley." I said waiving meekly from my chair. There was something about Shirley and the way she looked at you that often made you feel completely naked. She had a smile and a gaze that pierced right into the depths of your imagination like she was reading your mind and could see your most intimate thoughts, which at that moment for me felt like I had just been caught, Judge Reinhold style, masturbating in the bathroom.
"I bet he liked the one about Jenny's body shot." She said with another knowing glance.
"I think Ebin liked the one about our little street show even more." my friend replied, giving me her own mischievous look. I could feel where this was going, but before I could stop her from spilling my beans, my friend continued, "He liked it so much he sold me his underwear." She was smiling ear to ear. By this time Shirley had pulled up a chair in the middle of the two of us.
"You got naked in the middle of the street?" Shirley said again with her eyebrow raised and reaching for the waistband of my jeans.
"No," my friend replied like I wasn't even there, "he went to the bathroom to do it. Only took thirty bucks."
"Oh honey, you didn't do enough negotiating," Shirley said with a sympathetic glance to my friend, "I'm sure he would have done it for free." Shirley locked eyes with me. I felt myself blushing. "Boys are so pliable, I bet if you asked nicely he would get naked right here. Aren't I right?" she said never taking her eyes off mine and snaking her finger down my shirt.
Then in a deep whisper, "Deep down you want to do it."
She dragged out "want" while tugging gently at my shirt. I could feel the flush in my face and the heat coming off me. It's not that what she was saying was so embarassing, it was that she was right. Not that I had known before that moment. How she had known I'll never know. Although I was fending off her playful pulls at my clothes, I knew at that moment if she had been a little more forceful about it, I would have acquiesced. She could have stripped me naked on the patio of Churchill's Pub and I wouldn't have done a thing. I could feel myself hardening. Despite this revelation, I was shaking my head no.
"No. . . I wouldn't. . ." I sputtered.
Shirley was just smiling at me, because she knew that was not true. My friend was smiling also.
"Seriously, I would not just get naked in the middle of a crowded bar." I said regaining my composure a little.
"Not just," my friend retorted, "I'm sure you would do a whole lot more." They both burst out laughing.
