When I saw Monica walk in to Farugie's wearing a tight red dress and black heels, with her short blonde curls pulled back in a gold barrette, I knew it was love at first sight.
She and three of her friends, sat in the corner booth by the big picture window. I brought out their drinks. Monica ordered a Tequila Sunrise and I remember plain as day, the look in her eyes when I handed it to her and she finally took off her shades. She smiled at me with those gorgeous emerald eyes and I had all I could do not to spill the rest of the drinks in her lap.
She didn't say anything to me, even when I brought out her soup and salad, but I could feel her eyes one me the entire time.
When I brought out the check she was sitting with her legs crossed and I could see the soft, dark skin of her inner thigh as her skirt slid up slowly.
She left a decent tip, but what I was really hoping for was a note scribbled on a napkin, or a number. There was nothing but an empty booth that haunted me for the rest of the day.
Three days later we were slow and I was just leaned against the bar chatting up Jill the bartender. She has been one of the first people I talked to when I started working here. She wasn't a bad looking girl. She had a decent rack and a nice round ass, but she wasn't as tall as most girls I was attracted to had kind of a plain face and really short hair. We had awesome conversations though and I told her almost everything, but I hadn't told her about Monica.
The phone rang and Jill went to get it. I was still standing there when a girl came in and took a seat at the bar. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place her.
"I'm Tasha." She said. "I came in the other day with some friends and we sat right over there." She was pointing at the corner booth and when I looked over there all I could see was Monica.
"Oh?" I said. "But you have to forgive me, I see so many people come in and out of here."
"I understand." she said. "But I was wondering...I'm having some friends over tonight for a party and we kind of need a guy to be there. I was hoping maybe you could make it.
Tasha had a cute face, huge tits and a decent body. However, this seemed like a strange request from a girl I had just met, but all I could think about was Monica and her enchanting eyes.
After work I shaved, showered and dressed in a pair of black slacks a lavender button up, and splashed myself with a heavy dose of cologne and after shave.
I read in a magazine once that women love men in lavender. It said that it gives them a sense of your emotional side and even though its subtle, it appeals to there subconscious.
The fact that Monica was wearing red made me believe she was strong, confident and independent woman, but the fact that she was quiet made we think she might like with a soft side.
On the way to Tasha's house all I could think about was what I would say to Monica. There was something intimidating about her silent strength. I wasn't sure how I would get through to her but I was confident I could find a way.
Tasha answered the door and I was stunned. She was wearing a white Yankees hat down over her eyes with her hair pulled back in a pony, a a pink spaghetti top and black Yoga pants. Her tits jumped out even further then I could have imagine they would. I had to swallow a gulp just to keep my composure. She had just gone from maybe a six on a half on the hotness scale to pretty damn close to a nine.
She threw her arms around me smashing her full chest against mine, gave me a big kiss on the mouth and led me into the living room to meet her friends.
Rosie was sitting in the middle of the large red sofa. She had very fine light brown skin, hazelnut eyes and a bubbly personality. "Nice to meet you Hun!" She said.
Stacy was very quiet and sat in a recliner off to the side. She had a black widow tattoo on her neck. Her blue eyes were live and beautiful, and full of mischief as they remained hidden behind her straight dark hair which was pulled back in a pink butterfly barrette on one side. She looked at me shyly and nodded.
Sheena was a bit more brazen. "Hey sexy! She exclaimed as she got up from her spot next to Rosie to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She had a beautiful dark complexion and a full head of dark curls.
I stared at the empty spot on Rosie's left as the doorbell rang. I was wondering who it was for, was Monica going to fill it? Tasha pointed for me to sit on the love seat, but my eyes followed her to the door.
She opened the door and in walked Jill the bartender carrying a brown grocery bag. I was disappointed, shocked and relieved all at once. I was in a room full of women I barely new or didn't know at all and the only one I really wanted wasn't even there.
Jill had actually done herself up more tonight then she ever did for tending bar. She wore a fedora, black pants and vest over an orange tee shirt.
"Glad you could make it, Trevor." She said as she set the bag on the coffee table between us and sat down on the love seat next to me. "Hey Stacy. Maybe he can give you the answer to your question." She said.
Stacy blushed and partially covered her face. "I don't know..." she said shyly.
Tasha came into the room with a tray full of drinks. She handed a margarita to Rosie, a mojito to Sheena, Jill got a dirty martini, she gave me Import beer, took a sip of her White Russian and set a Bourbon and coke in front of Stacy.
I noticed there was no tequila sunrise, but my thoughts were interrupted when she said. "Stacy wants to know why guy like to give chicks rim jobs."
I noticed perspiration gather on my hands. Truth be told I hoped I was being invited her to be hooked up with Monica, but since there was no sign of her, I assumed I was Tasha date. Jill being here left me a bit confused, but now I had no idea. "Uh... You mean...why do men...?" I mumbled taking a sip of my beer.
"Yeah!" Sheena jumped in. "Why are men obsessed with licking assholes?"
I giggled nervously. "I guess I didn't know we were."
"Oh come on." Rosie added as she dug into the grocery bag. "You guys all act like you just want to eat pussy but indefinitely your tongues always end up in our crack."
I started to feel interrogated, but I had to admit, even though my head was spinning and my cheeks were flushed, I was thoroughly enjoying it. I was surrounded by women and I was currently the center of their sexual attention.
"For real!" Stacy said finally coming out of her shell. "I dated this one guy last summer and it seemed like his face was always buried into ass. It was so embarrassing."
"Have you ever licked a chicks asshole Trevor." Jill asked as her hand slipped down to my thigh. I froze as all the girls simultaneously stopped sipping their drinks and stared at me.
"Yeah. Once." I said. "I was really drunk and I was just really curious, and... she had a great ass!"
"Really?" Tasha asked as she peeked into the bag. "Would you lick Stacy's ass?
