"Hey, Mr. D, thanks again for taking me out to dinner at your country club. This is really fancy!" I said with a smile.
"Don't mention it, Adam. I've been meaning to take you and Donny out for the longest time. How'd you like the prime rib special?"
"(Haha) It was good, actually, definitely not something I get from the local spots back home." I say as I push my fork around the messy fat parts I left, feeling embarrassed. Donny was Mr. D's son. We had been friends, and later roommates, all throughout college. His wife, Mrs. D, was also at the table but she usually kept to herself. I looked down at my plate -- it was a mess. I hate fat on my steaks so there was a lot of little chunks left that I cut away.
"I don't like the fatty parts either. Don't worry about it!" Mr. D said with a laugh. "Now then back to what I was saying, I really like the Nets this season.. I think they can go far in the--"
"Hey, you guys need to keep it down over here!" A voice popped up out of nowhere, but it was definitely directed at our table. I spun around to find a young man-- he was wearing a collared-shirt tucked into a pair of beige khakis. A sweater vest over top, just to fit the country club atmosphere all the more. He was incredibly neat: his hair was well-done, his skin was flawless, and he carried himself with a truly confident demeanor. He continued, "We're gonna have to get out of here.. you guys are being WAYY too loud!"
He pointed back to what I figured was an older brother: less neat, about a foot above his younger brother; and the two parents (they were business-professional types).
Mr. & Mrs. Ds' faces lit up! "Harry! Margaret!" They said in unison.
Mr. D went on, "What the Hell are you guys doing here I thought you were in Costa Rica for the rest of the week?"
"Got an early flight back! You didn't miss me too much, I hope! You remember the kids right?" Harry pointed to his two sons.
"Of course..." Mr. D replied. The voices kind of trailed off at this point for me. I was fixated on this kid. I've always had an issue with people who had BIG personalities for some reason. I was staring him down. Shooting daggers. 'Look at this guy. Interrupting our dinner.. with his fucking vineyard vines, and his perfect little haircut, and his preppy attitude.' I thought to myself. "and of course you guys know Donny and this is Donny's friend Adam." Mr. D's voice picked up again all of a sudden.
"Hi there, nice to meet you!" I introduced myself to the family.
You know the most annoying thing about this guy? He wouldn't look at me. I mean normally when you're shooting daggers at someone who's less than 5 feet away from you they turn at least glance back at you once or twice! But this guy was so into his story he was telling half the table he wouldn't even acknowledge my unwarranted, stink eye.
I say only half the table was listening in because I turned to my right and saw Donny was purely focused on the steak in front of him. He hardly looked up after he said "hi" to the four of them.
And then.... suddenly, *it* moved! I definitely felt my pants get a bit tighter.
'Holy fuck,' I thought. 'My stupid fucking scumbag brain!! Am I really getting turned on by this pubescent boy over here? God, what the fuck is wrong with me?!'
I shivered and tried to look away.. I start swirling the ice around in my empty drinking glass to distract myself. But my mind flashed with images of me unbuttoning his shirt, putting his hand on my crotch, then working his head down and seeing his lips around the head of my cock.
I wasn't fantasizing per say. It was more like two warring factions in my head and one side knew exactly what to do to piss the other one off. Yeah.. it was fair to say I was pretty disturbed with myself. Actually, I wanted to punch myself in the dick if I didn't happen to be out at such a fancy restaurant and all. Then I over heard Mr. D's voice again-- something caught my attention.
"Yeah, well, you know you girls always were better at packing!" He was speaking directly to that preppy young boy at the time. 'That was weird..' I thought. 'What'd I miss?'
I took a second to look back at the guy. That soft skin, that small neck, those long lashes.... 'Holy shit is this a girl?! Maybe my anger boner was on the right track after all..' Anyway I had to know. I pulled out my phone as discretely as I could to send Donny a text. Then I nudged him with my elbow and pointed down at the screen so he could see I messaged him. The text read: 'Yo! Is this one in the sweater vest a guy or a girl? I'm so confused. *laughing face emoji*'
He excused himself to the restroom then texted back: 'Girl lol.'
My jaw was practically on the floor when I read it. Donny could tell I was full of questions so he quietly muttered to me "We'll talk more when we get back home."
I'd have to hold my questions in till then.
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A few hours had passed and Donny and I were back at his house (downstairs in his basement) which acted as sort of a 'man cave' for us. We threw the TV and PS5 on and played some Madden.
Then I paused the game and turned to my friend: "Sooo what was the story of those people back there? At the clubhouse?"
"Well, the mom her name is Margaret. She works out with my mom & my dad knows their Dad, Harry, through my mom."
"NO! Dude.. I mean about our texts?? You definitely knew that girl right?"
"Oh, yeah, we went to middle school together. NOT a huge fan."
"Wait.. she's our age? Really?! I.. uhm.. gotta be honest with you for the first five or so minutes there I thought that was a fifteen-year-old boy!" I try to laugh it off nervously.
"Actually? It's kind of hard for me to see it since I've known her basically my whole life.."
"I was actually pretty mad at my weiner there for a minute, like 'what the hell are you acting up for?!' I was pretty relieved when you texted me!" More nervous laughter ensues.
He paused and looked at me for a minute. "You wanna see what she looked like before?"
"Sure!" Then Donny reached for his phone and pulled up her Facebook. He swiped for a second then handed it over to me.
"Wow, she's actually decently hot!" It was a photo from Senior Prom. She was cute in a red-flowing dress and that stupid rose wrist band thing -- whatever you call it. "I don't know what made her think it was a good idea to chop her hair off?!"
"Yeah, seriously, she looked so much better before."
"So.. here name's Kate B****** then? Is it --uhm-- cool if I message her? I asked.
"NOOO!!!!" Donny looked at me really seriously now. Then he was like "Why-- I mean what are you gonna say?"
"Nothing.. nothing. Just gonna say like 'Hey, we met at the country club earlier today.. I'm Donny's friend!'"
He kind of shook his head for a minute, but relented. "Okay. Whatever."
"By the way, one last thing, I know she's a "she" by like birth but does she still identify that way?!"
"As far as I know....."
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The next day I woke up late. It was already past noon. I looked at my phone and Kate messaged me back.
