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The three hour drive to the city was well worth the end. I was meeting with two of my fellow authors for a drink after two years of talking at each other over the forum boards. We figured we knew each other well enough to know that we weren't going to be axe-murdered (we hoped) and that we'd probably have a hell of a time.
I came into the place, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt; it's what I always wear if I can help it. I was told to wear my Hard Rock Café shirt from Keflavek, Iceland with the knowledge that the odds of two of those being in the same bar would be rare as hell. I was looking for Megan, who was to be in a white top and jeans, and Kate, who would be wearing a skirt and a blue top.
They spotted me standing almost head and shoulders over the rest of the patrons before I saw them and waved me over. A goofy grin that I couldn't get rid of crossed my face and I made it to the table only to be almost tackled by both girls at once.
"Holy shit, you are tall!" Kate said, giggling. I saw by the look of the table that they had started without me.
"And strong," purred Megan, her hands running up and down my back. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek and they broke away, leading me to a seat at their table. I flagged a waitress over and ordered my customary glass of Jack (no water, no ice, and no coke) and a Gin and Tonic with whatever good Gin they had.
"I told you it would be easy to get him drunk," Megan said with a wink. Kate looked at me and wet her lips.
"So, how were your trips?" I asked, still unable to stop smiling. They were both sexier than I figured they'd be, but different than the mental pictures I had of them, no matter how good they described themselves or how many pictures I'd seen. Kate had light brown hair and an angelic face. It was hard to tell what color her eyes were in the dim light of the bar, but she had told me that they are green. Her body matched her face, curvy in all the right places, but concealed neatly in her attractive top and her dark skirt. I couldn't help but notice it left a long expanse of thigh open. Megan, on the other hand, was about 2 inches shorter, probably 5'4", and had a less maintained, but just as sexy body. She'd had some kids and not gotten all of the weight worked back off, but she carried it well and she, too, had a nice set of curves on her. I was interrupted in my ogling by the answer to my question.
"Long, boring," they both said at once, looked at each other and giggled. We made small talk until my drinks arrived. The waitress handed me the Jack and didn't even have the G&T set on the table before I drank the whiskey. I held up the glass and dug 10 bucks out of my back pocket for the drinks and a tip.
"Take it easy there, Tiger," Megan said, watching me wipe the corners of my mouth. "No need to get hammered," she spoke again, almost concerned.
"Don't worry about it, just warming up the liver," I said and wiped my mouth and goatee with a napkin the waitress had given me. They both shook their heads and sighed, mumbling something about "Boys" and we all started talking. Inevitably we started talking about Literotica and the people there. Mostly, however, we talked about the stories.
"What I don't get," I said, taking a short pause to take a drink of my first Guinness for the night, "is how many of these things listed as 'true stories' are so damn unreasonable. Girls with 54DDD chests and people running around in public almost completely naked; what the hell is that? Sure, those girls exist, but not in the other proportions the authors list. And the naked thing? We have cops for a reason, and public nudity is one of them," I said, flourishing my bottle before taking another drink.
"Oh come on, Bran, it's not like you've never been naked in public before. Besides, what about your story about the girl on the way back to college!" Megan said, a little more than tipsy from the beers she'd had.
"That was almost true. Almost. Nothing ever actually happened, though we both wanted it to."
"Yeah, and it's not like you've never been naked in public before, either!" Kate said, taking a handful of popcorn.
"Yeah, I've had sex in a public park, at a lake, under a dock, on a kiddy-slide..." I started to respond.
"A kiddy-slide? You sick bastard!" Megan half-hollered through a laugh, her voice getting lost to the other patrons over the din of the bar.
"Hey," I started, shaking my finger, "I didn't make her cum that much," I said, pausing again to drink the rest of my extra-stout. "Besides, it rained like a bitch that night...it should have been clean by morning when the kids used it."
"Should," Kate said, almost laughing. I shrugged and smiled.
"What else have you done?" Megan asked, waving the waitress over to the table for another round.
"Well, I've had sex while driving a car once or twice, parked car three times, and miles upon miles of road head has been gotten," I recalled, ticking memories off on my fingers. "Oh yeah, almost forgot, I've fingered almost every girlfriend I've had to at least one orgasm in movie theaters."
"Holy shit, right there in the theater?" Megan said, the surprise and the alcohol cracking her voice.
"Mmmm, I love the theater," Kate said, her eyes partially glazing as she strolled through some alcohol-clouded memory. I couldn't help but notice her nipples starting to harden.
"Yep. Theaters are the best place! It's quiet except for the movie, so you have to be quiet, and it's exciting at the same time because she might be cuming around 100 strangers. Besides, you can't tell me you two have never either jerked off a guy or given a guy a blow job in a theater before..."
"Who, me?" Kate asked sheepishly. We hadn't noticed our waitress had arrived, and much to my surprise she wasn't even batting an eye at our conversation. I held up my empty, as did the girls.
"Another each, please," I said softly. The waitress made the short journey to the bar, my eyes glued to her tight ass that had been poured into her jean-shorts. I swear that ass wasn't as good when I got here, and I know those shorts were somehow getting shorter.
