Friday night out late and without a date. Bobby Quiff had struck out again and was on his way home from the local night club. He first needed a bite to eat to help soak up the alcohol swishing about in his gut. Nothing like stuffing your face late at night to help squash the loneliness overflowing from too many beers. Bobby usually at least got a phone number, and on a rare occasion a one-night-fuck. Unfortunately, he had bought too many drinks for too many girls and got wasted in the meantime; striking out altogether.
The fish were just nibbling tonight, thought Bobby.
Sucks. Now I have to sober up before making the drive home... all alone.
Bobby pulled into a little dinner that he had eaten in a few times, and expected nothing more than a greasy hamburger, soggy fries, and a cup of Joe.
A cup of Joe,
thought Bobby.
What am I from the twenties?
He parked and stumbled into the diner trying not to look loaded. Bobby could only see a few people in the diner as he entered. There were two couples siting in booths and one old guy at the counter. Usually, Bobby wouldn't mind taking a seat at the counter, but tonight he wanted to stretch out in a booth by the back wall away from the chit-chat of other customers.
A waitress made her way over to Bobby with a pot of coffee. Vera, known for her candid assessment of her clientèle, had seen this scene many times before. A loaded lonely guy strolls in late at night after striking out at a party or nightclub, and arrives in search of self-pity-food. Vera stood over Bobby and poured him the coffee without even asking.
"Hey handsome. You coming from a club or something?" asked Vera.
"Yeah. Thought I'd grab a bite before I head home," replied Bobby.
"Let me guess. A cheeseburger with fries?" Vera put down the pot of coffee and took out her order pad.
"Ah, make that just a hamburger. Cheese upsets my stomach." Bobby replied.
Vera wrote down his order. "Sure thing hon." She picked up the coffee pot and walked back behind the counter to give the cook the order. Bobby sips of his coffee.
Ya, this will wake me up. It's so peaceful in here, I could take a quick nap,
mused Bobby. The noise level was pretty low and didn't help keep Bobby from drifting off. He blinked his eyes hard and took another sip. Two pair of headlights swept across the diners windows and gave Bobby a startle.
Looks like the quiet factor is going away,
thought Bobby. The two cars parked and a horde of teenagers spilled out into the parking lot. From what Bobby could tell, it looked like cheerleaders, and some jocks. He could also see them finishing off a few beers before they got out of the car.
It must be kids from the local high school coming in after a football team,
pondered Bobby.
Gosh, those were the days. Hanging out after a high school football game was just as fun as the game itself. You always looked forward to the hunt for cunt after all the excitement and boozing from a hidden bottle under your coat. Everyone drank at the games, and the teachers were none the wiser. Cheerleader pussy had to be the best, at least that's what I heard. Those jocks got it made,
contemplated Bobby.
Bobby took another sip before the teenagers stormed in. The two couples siting at the other end of the diner had just finished their meal and did not look happy as the rowdy group made their way in. They promptly paid their bill and hurried out the door after the high school kids found their booth, not far from Bobby. The old man on the other hand sat at the counter, unnerved by the boisterous kids.
As they crowded into the booth, Bobby's waitress appeared with his food.
"Hope those rowdy kids don't bother you," said the waitress. "High school jocks can be such assholes. My boyfriend used to be a rough and macho football player and he treated me pretty bad... in a sort of good way though. Anyway, let me know if they bother you."
Bobby answered sounding a little more sober now. "No, they should be fine. I don't mind." Bobby took a bite of the burger as the waitress went back to the counter to checkup on the old man. The rowdy kids were fooling around and settling into their booths. The guys were loud and vulgar as most high school jocks are, and the cheerleaders were pretending to have distaste for their boyfriends immature antics. Some of the jocks were trying to snap the bras of two of the girls as they hit back calling them 'jerks'.
Biff, the team captian sat next to his girlfriend Stephanie, and every now and then his hand worked its way along her thigh under the table. Stephanie would quickly brush his hand away and focus on talking with her friend next to her. Bobby would even take her hand and place it on his groin. "Come on baby," he whispered to her. "Let's fool around a little under the table. Why don't you give me a victory BJ?"
"No way perv. You can wait till we get back to the car." Stephanie said in a disgusted tone.
The two girls eventually fought their way out of the booth. "Come on Jen. I got to pee." said the big-busted, brown haired, beauty. The cheerleader pulled her friend out of the booth.
"Okay. Hold on." replied Jenny. One of the jocks slapped her on the ass as she got up. Bobby tried not took look, but was taken in by the two very sexed-up sweeties. The bathroom happened to be behind Bobby, so the girls made their way past him. Bobby actually still looked good in his clubbing attire despite being somewhat wasted. Stephanie took notice and smiled at Bobby as she passed by. Jenny also smiled as she pushed her friend into the bathroom.
I just hope their boyfriends didn't see that,
thought Bobby. He looked over at the rest of the gang and they were busy congratulating themselves over their win. Bobby could hear the girls giggling in the bathroom behind him as he took another bite of his burger.
At least I'm sober now. Guess I'll finish this and head home.
The waitress was asking the rowdy jocks what they wanted and they attempted to get under her skin by responding with stupid comments .
Biff, the boyfriend of Stephanie was giving Vera a hard time. "Ah, do you recommend eating your fish taco?" The other guys laughed.
"Cute," replied Vera. "You guys want something or are you just gonna fuck around here?" The guys all gasped.
"Yeah, we wanna eat. We wanna eat your cherry pie." Once again the guys high-fived each other.
"Whatever. Let me know when you're ready to order." Vera turned around and went back behind the counter.
Just then, Bobby noticed the two girls coming out of the restroom. They stopped to talk to each other before returning.
"That Biff can be just a dick." said Jennifer.
"I know. I don't know why I go out with him." pondered Stephanie.
"Cause he has a BIG dick?" replied Jennifer.
"Oh ya." giggled Stephanie
Stephanie took out her cell phone and looked for any messages. The girls slowly walk past Bobby, and Stephanie, not paying attention bumped into Bobby's shoulder. The bump knocked the phone out of her hand and fell to the floor right in front of Bobby's table. At the same time Bobby reached over to pickup the phone, Stephanie bent down to pick it up too. As Bobby leaned over, he got a great view of Stephanie's thong under her cheer-leading skirt. They both pause a moment as they almost pick up the phone at the same time.
Stephanie spoke up first. "Oh thanks. I could have gotten it. I can't tell you how many times I dropped this thing. I don't believe it still works actually."
"No problem. I've dropped mine a few times too." Bobby said as he tried hard to look at her face and not at her crotch. It almost seemed like she was giving Bobby a free peek of her underwear, because she stayed in that position for longer than she needed too. Finally Bobby sat up. Suddenly Biff was standing behind Stephanie. His bulking presence startled Bobby.
"Oh hi," Bobby nervously responded.
"Hey pretty boy. You making a move on my gal?" Stephanie finally stood up and hit Biff on the shoulder.
"No idiot. He was being a gentleman and picked up my phone."
"I don't know. I saw him making goggle eyes at you." said Biff
"That's google eyes you dumb-ass!" Stephanie shot back. "Plus, what if he was interested in me. I bet a cute guy like him would love to fuck a wild cheerleader like me." Stephanie reached over and stroked Bobby's hair.
Bobby smiled at first, then stopped as Biff gave him the evil-eye. "Oh, I don't want any trouble here. You kids can go back to your table do what you want. I'm not really interested in your girlfriend." Bobby tried to ignore them and ate a few fries from his plate.
Biff looked even more perturbed now. "Oh, so now my gal ain't good enough for you? This piece of ass ain't your type huh?" Bobby slaped Stephanie on the rear.
"Come on Biff. Leave him alone." Stephanie said as she tried to go back to their booth. Bobby stoped her. "If you're so sweet on him, why don't you blow him under the table."
"You would like to see me suck his cock, wouldn't you? Well, maybe I will."
Bobby sat up, wide awake. Stephanie pushed Bobby over as she took a seat next to him in the booth. She reached over and stroked his groin.
"Hey you don't have to do this. I was just trying to pickup your phone.
