From Famine to Feast:

Chapter 11: The Gang's All Here

Alexis and Ty agreed to go on a double date with Chris and I. I was to meet them at Rendezvous

,

the bar next to From Famine to Feast, after I got off work. Alexis had told Ty about our workout at the gym and our other workout

after

the gym. He was a little jealous and felt somewhat left out, but he generally accepted what had happened. Part of what helped him deal with his feelings was seeing me be so excited about having a new crush. He was genuinely happy for me because aside from my adventures of the past few weeks, I hadn't been with anyone for the entire time we had known each other. Plus, my recent liaisons were more about fun and adventure than romance and love. I told them that I had quickly developed a bit of an infatuation with Chris, but I admitted that I didn't really know much about him other than how hot he was, so I was looking forward to our double date.

By the time I got to the bar, the three of them were already sitting at a booth with drinks. "I see you've already been introduced," I said as I slid in next to Chris. Greeting him was a little awkward because even though we had already had sex, we weren't really dating yet, so I didn't know if I should hug and kiss him, or fist bump him and call him 'bro.' I could tell that he was in a similar state of confusion about propriety as his hands moved around but ultimately settled in his lap without having touched me at all. I wound up lightly patting his shoulder and then put my hands in my own lap. We were both a lot shyer than we had been the last time we had seen each other. "So, what are you guys talking about?"

Ty answered, "Um, you, actually. Chris was just asking questions to get to know you better."

Alexis added, "It looked like he got to know her pretty well the other day!"

"Alexis! Stop it! Besides, you're one to talk," I reprimanded her as everyone laughed. "So, I guess their answers about me didn't scare you away yet?"

"Not at all. They said only good things about you. And I'm glad that I got a chance to meet your friends and get to know them a little too."

Just then, Desiré, the waitress, appeared with a Kahlúa and Crème and placed it in front of me. Nonchalantly, she said, "There you are, Layla," and walked off.

I was embarrassed. I didn't know what to say and the three of them just stared at me. Chris was the first one to speak. "Well, I've just learned something else about you. You must be a regular patron at this bar. Are you a heavy drinker?"

"No! And no! I'm not a regular, and I'm not much of a drinker."

"Then how did the waitress know not only your name, but also what drink you wanted before you even ordered it?"

"Good question," said Alexis laconically. I looked at her with a bit of panic in my eyes.

"Oh shit," I exclaimed. Ty, Alexis, and I all turned our heads at the same time and searched the room for Lance and Yasmín.

Chris looked around too. "What are you looking for?"

"Um," I stalled as I thought about how to explain myself. "Well, I have come here a few times recently—but only three, I swear—because it is near where I work. It's convenient. And it's a cool place too."

"The waitress knows you by sight and learned your drink after you've only been here three times?"

"Well, they were kind of memorable occasions, I guess." I looked down, feeling mortified.

"Why? What did you do? Dance on the tables?"

"No." I was starting to feel like I owed him an explanation.

"Oh, I think I know. Was it like when you were at the coffee shop?"

"No, well, yes, kind of. It was like that but different..." I trailed off, not sure of what to say. I looked at Alexis and Ty for help.

Alexis spoke up. "Things kind of got a little wild last time, but it wasn't really

that

bad."

Ty chimed in. "To be fair, it wasn't just Layla. We were in on it too." Chris looked at them, confused, and then looked at me, wondering what had happened.

"Okay, Chris, I'll tell you. I hope it doesn't frighten you away, but I'm going to be honest. Here's what happened. You may not believe it based on what you've seen of me so far, but prior to a few weeks ago, I was a pretty conservative person. I wasn't a prude; I'd been on a few dates before, but I really wasn't very experienced and had never done anything even remotely wild and crazy. They can back me up on this."

Chris looked at Alexis and Ty. They nodded their heads. "It's true," Alexis validated. "She wore granny panties and had never even held hands with a boy." She cracked a weak smile. Chris chuckled and returned his gaze to me.

I took a deep breath. "Then, a few weeks ago, a couple came into the restaurant for dinner, and... and well, they were really, I don't know, they were really flirtatious. I mean, they were beyond coquettish; they were powerfully erotic. Almost hypnotic. He made me want to do things that I wouldn't normally do. When I got off work, I ran into them outside and they invited me to join them in this bar. We had a few drinks." I pointed at my glass. "I wound up going home with them and spending the night. It was fun. It was really fun, actually, but it was more than that. It was revelatory. I know that sounds dramatic, but it was. It changed me. They know."

"It changed us too," chimed Alexis. "She came back to our room and told us about it. It turned us on and gave us ideas. And, well, one thing led to another, and we kind of got together." Alexis and Ty grinned shyly. "I mean, we're not like a committed throuple or anything like that. We're just friends."

"With benefits!" added Ty. We giggled. I was starting to feel a little lighter as my confession was lessening the burden of harboring such a big secret. I sipped my drink.

I continued. "So, by chance, the three of us ran into that same couple here at this bar again and we, uh, we did stuff here."

"All of you together? Here? In public?"

"Yes, but it was pretty discreet. I don't think anyone noticed. Well, except for the waitress. And maybe a few customers. But just a few!"

"I see. So, you have done stuff here a few times and caught the attention of the waitress and that's how she knows what you drink?"

"Exactly." We all took a drink, and then I continued. "Chris, I know you don't know me very well, and I would understand if you thought I was just a sleazy hoe and you didn't want anything to do with me..." Emotion welled up in my chest. Alexis reached across the table and held my hand. I took a deep breath. "But the truth is that if I hadn't met that couple, and experienced that profound transformation, I never would have done the things that led us to meet. I wasn't like that before, and without them, I never would have flashed you in the coffeeshop or hit on you in the gym. I'm glad I met them, and I'm glad that they affected me, because they led me to you." I paused and looked down. "Look Chris, I like you, and I hope you stay. But if you are freaked out and want to leave and never talk to me again, I'll understand." Tears welled up in my eyes.

There was an uncomfortable silence that seemed to last forever. I was on the verge of crying and my breathing was getting ragged. Finally, he spoke. "It's okay, Layla. I like you too." He put his arm around my shoulder. I buried my face in his shoulder and started weeping. Alexis pushed Ty out of the way, and scooted in next to me to give me a big hug.

When I recovered, I sat up straight. Alexis dabbed my face with a cocktail napkin. "Shush, babe. You're going to ruin your makeup if you keep crying." Satisfied that I was okay, she sat next to Ty again. He put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him.

"So, you're not going to run away from me because you think I'm a crazy slut?" I still needed to hear more reassurance.

"No," he said clearly. "I don't think that girls who experiment with sex are sluts. Or, if they are, I don't think that sluts are bad. In fact, I think just the opposite. I think it's good that young women—and men too, for that matter"—he glanced at Ty—"have as many adventures as they want—especially while they are young. People are sexual beings and we shouldn't judge each other for acting naturally and seeking fun."

"Cheers to that!" said Ty. We all clinked our glasses and swallowed a gulp of our drinks.

"Phew," I breathed. "I'm glad all that awkwardness is out of the way."

"Um, Layla," began Alexis cryptically, "the awkwardness isn't out of the way just yet..." She nodded her head toward the bar. Our eyes followed. There, sitting on stools facing us, were Lance and Yazmín, smiling broadly. Lance whispered something into Yazmín's ear. In response, she slowly separated her knees, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs, revealing her bright red panties to us.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Chris. "Who is that? And why is she flashing us?"

I took a deep breath. "That, Chris, is the couple I was just telling you about. And she's flashing us because he told her to."

"Oh." He swallowed. None of us looked away. Eventually, Lance stood up, offered Yasmín his hand, which she took, and helped her off the stool. He led her over to our booth. We looked up at him, expectantly.

He kept us in rapt anticipation for a moment, and finally spoke. "Alexis, Ty, I'm pleased to see you again. Layla, I see you have brought a companion tonight. Introduce us. Please."

"Yes, sir. This is Chris. Chris, this is Lance and Yazmín." Lance shook Chris' hand. Yazmín smiled at him pleasantly and gave a dainty finger wave. Chris looked intimidated.

"Is Chris your boyfriend?" asked Lance sternly.

I giggled nervously. "Um..." I looked at Chris for help, but got none. "Well, I think it is a bit early to say that..."

"Your date for the evening then?"

"Yes, I guess that's the best way to phrase it."

"First date?"

"Second."

"Perfect. You're in the getting-to-know-you stage, then. Anticipatory, but not possessive. I'll have to make sure that he gets to know you better. Ty, I trust you enjoyed our last meeting?"

Ty grinned broadly, "Yeah, that was fun."

"Alexis, I was very impressed with you."

She giggled shyly and looked down. She whispered, "Thank you."

"Did you enjoy our previous encounter?"

Her face turned red and she mumbled quietly.

"Alexis, answer me clearly so I can hear you. Did you like it?"

She sat up straight, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Yes, sir. I liked it very much."

"Good. That pleases me. I know that Yazmín enjoyed meeting you too." Yazmín licked her top lip and batted her eyes. Alexis blushed. "Layla, would you say that your date is open to adventure?"

I looked at Chris for an answer. His countenance betrayed a mixture of hesitation and intrigue, but I couldn't tell which was predominant. I hesitated before venturing a guess. "I'm not sure how comfortable he is, but I think he's open to trying new things. We just met a few days ago..." He didn't contradict me, so I think my guess was accurate.

Lance waited for Chris to speak up, but he only nodded affirmatively. "Splendid. Then I'd like to invite you all to join Yasmín and me at my place for a nightcap. Chris, will you come?" He subtly emphasized the last word. I felt my crotch clench.

"Sure, I guess so," said Chris quietly. While there was uncertainty in his voice, it was enough of an agreement for me to sigh in relief.

I leaned into his ear. "Chris, are you okay with this? You don't have to go, you know. We could stay here if you aren't comfortable with it. But I'd like to go and I'd like you to come with me."

He whispered back, "If it was as transformative as you said it was, then I'd like to try it too." I squeezed his hand and held it. He squeezed me back. We looked up at Lance. He was waiting for us to be ready.

"Something wild may transpire, but you can back out at any time if you need to," I whispered.

Chris looked at Lance. "Yes, thank you for the invitation. I would like to join you."

"Alright, then. It's settled. I'll order a car. Ty and Chris, you'll ride with me in my car. There are some things we need to discuss before we arrive. And the ladies will follow us in a taxi. Yazmín, you will sit in the middle to warm them up." He winked at her. Then he turned his head toward the bar. "Desiré, my dear," he shouted across the noisy room, "put their bill on my tab and order us a cab." Turning back to us, he directed us to "finish those drinks quickly so we can depart. There is much to do tonight."

--..—

When we got out of the cars, I looked at Alexis, Ty, and Chris. They were all wide-eyed, like tourists on the first day in a foreign country. They seemed excited, but also uncertain. Lance opened the heavy door at the bottom of the stairs and stood aside. Yazmín grabbed Alexis and I by the hands and led us through the doorway. I knew the boys were watching us from behind, so I made sure to wiggle my hips for their benefit. It made my heart race knowing that the three men would appreciate the show we were giving them.

We waited at the top of the stairs. Lance pulled the key out of his pocket and held it at the entrance to the keyhole. He looked me in the eye and said, "You are a lovely sight—all of you—and I look forward to what comes next." Then he shoved the key in the lock without breaking eye contact, opened the door, and held it open for us. As we filed inside, memories of my previous visit flooded my mind. I imagined us by the window, on the bed, and in the shower. Remembering his cute butt while wearing only an apron made me giggle out loud. Alexis' hand was covering her mouth. I had shared more details with her of what had happened in this space. I think she was picturing us at the scene of the crime.

"Sit down. Please. I'll fix us some drinks." Chris sat down next to me on one couch. Ty and Alexis sat on the opposite couch. Yazmín squeezed in next to Alexis. Lance brought a tray of drinks and set them on the coffee table. "I brought what you were drinking at the bar," he said as he handed them out to each of us.

"Thank you," said Chris.

Lance nodded and raised his glass. "To new friends and new adventures." We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks. "Alexis, tell me, have you ever been with a woman?"

Alexis choked on her drink, quickly covering her mouth so she wouldn't spit it out. She cleared her throat. "Um, well, not really. I mean Layla and I have done a little bit. We sort of hooked up with Ty the other day. And, well, Yazmín touched me at the bar, but you already knew about that... I haven't done anything else with a woman." She was bright red.

"Did you enjoy those experiences?" She blushed and hesitated. "Answer the question, Alexis."

"Yes. Yes, I did."

"Good. I thought so. Then I'm confident that you'll enjoy what comes next." He selected some music on his phone and a slow jazz song came through the speakers in the room. "Yazmín, dance for us. And make it memorable. Please."

Yazmín smiled, sipped her drink, and stood up. "With pleasure, sir." She stood by the end of the coffee table with her back to us and slowly started swaying her hips in time with the rhythm. We watched, transfixed. She was so beautiful, slim yet curvaceous. Her movements were elegant and seductive. She danced her way around the couches as our eyes followed in silence. As the song continued, her movements became less subtle and more deliberately suggestive. She rotated her hips, ran her hands up and down her torso, caressing her breasts, and wiggled her ass. As she made her way around us, she dragged her fingers across Alexis' shoulders, tousled Chris' hair, and nibbled on Ty's earlobe. As her movements got more erotic, our breathing became heavier. When she made her way behind where I was sitting, she ran her hands down my chest, cupped my boobs, and squeezed. I moaned involuntarily and squirmed in my seat as everyone stared at her hands on my tits. Then she moved around in front of Chris. She bent over and placed her hands on Ty's thighs. I saw him look down her top at her cleavage. She swayed her ass in front of Chris. Her skirt was short enough that some of her movements caused her to flash her red panties at us again. I watched him stare at her ass as his lip quivered. I felt a slight twinge of jealousy, but I also felt moisture in my panties. It was hot and I couldn't blame him for reacting to her blatant provocations.

The song ended and Yazmín paused, smiling at us. "Yazmín, I chose this next song for you to make your performance even more interesting," said Lance. "Do a striptease for us. Please." She batted her eyelashes, smiled, and began moving to the new rhythm. She slid a finger under one of the straps of her top and eased it down her shoulder. Then she eased the strap on her other shoulder down. Her top didn't fall because it caught on her breasts. She then slowly eased it over the curve of her tits until it slid down to her waist, getting caught on her hips. She shimmied it over her hips and it fell to the floor. She wore a lacy red bra with sheer cups. Her dark areolas were clearly visible, and her erect nipples stretched the fabric outward. I noticed Ty adjusting his pants, trying to hide a growing erection. I looked over at Chris' crotch. I think he was too transfixed by her to have noticed that there was an obvious tent growing in his pants. Alexis was squirming and squeezing her legs together tightly. I was too. She was that good.

Yazmín slowly unzipped the side zipper of her skirt, which ended half-way down the material. It was just enough to allow her to tug it slowly over the width of her hips and the roundness of her ass. Ty eagerly leaned forward in his seat. She turned her back to us and bent at the waist, pulling the skirt low enough to reveal a red thong. As she continued to sway to the music, and pull down her skirt, the panties disappeared into her ass crack. Finally, the skirt popped over the curve of her ass and slid down to her ankles. She remained bent over as she stepped out of her skirt. Her panties reappeared at the bottom of her crack and flared out where her pussy bloomed beneath like a soft oval cushion. The fabric was darker where wetness had seeped out of her slit. She ran her hands up her legs and caressed her ass as she slowly straightened back into a standing position. I realized that I had been holding my breath and exhaled loudly. My pussy was moist.

"Yazmín, invite Layla to dance with you." He changed the music again to a slow song that sounded like it was made for a seductive slow dance.

"Of course, sir. Thank you for offering her to me." She danced over until she was directly in front of me. She bent over, placed her lips on my ear, and whispered, "They want us. Let's give them exactly the kind of show that they want." Then she kissed my cheek and stood up with her hands outstretched. I took a deep breath, looked at Lance, who nodded for me to continue, and took her hands. She pulled me up and led me to where there was more room to dance. She spun me around and then wrapped her arms around my waist in a slow dance. I put my arms around her neck and swayed with her as we stared at each other's eyes. "You're so beautiful," she said softly to me. "You know that he wants me to undress you too. Is that okay?"

I inhaled nervously, but nodded my assent. "Yes. You'll strip with me, right?"

"You know I will, gorgeous. I wouldn't miss a chance to get naked with you again." I smiled through my anxiety, but my moist pussy was telling me that I wanted it. She spun me around and held me from behind, facing the others. She began unbuttoning my blouse from top to bottom.

I heard Ty mutter "Damn" under his breath. Alexis grasped his hand and held it in her lap. When all of the buttons were undone, Yasmín pulled my shirt wide open to reveal my black push-up bra to everyone.