Fiona McLean had fought for everything she had. She had come up from a rough childhood--alcoholic, physically abusive father; a mother who wouldn't stand up for herself; a right regular sob story. To make things worse, she wasn't a "normal" girl. She had a cock. This made dating...difficult. So far, no boy had learned of her 'addition' and stuck around to see it, much less be intimate with her. And she just had no luck with girls, going to a Catholic school that frowned upon homosexuality.
Abused and repressed, Fiona did the best thing she could think of: she got out. As soon as she graduated high school, she grabbed everything she owned--maybe plus a little borrowed from her parents... without asking... and she found a job and a home far away.
She didn't really know where she was going at first, but she had always been a hard worker. She gave her all at work--though it was just part-time retail jobs, since she didn't have a college degree nor any sort of training--and she was rewarded for it. Her bosses recognized her drive and within a few years, she was promoted to store manager at a chain restaurant. She got along with her coworkers--at least professionally--and she enjoyed being accepted for what felt like the first time.
She decided that work was really...everything to her. She was still sick of her family, and had given up on pursuing romance after her high school experiences with boys running away at third base. She was lonely, but she figured she would work her way up the corporate ladder, get rich, and that would be her life. Little did she know that was not at all what her life would become.
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Mia, nosy little brat that she is, gets me to admit that I found one of the girls working at a local restaurant to be incredibly attractive. Mia's clearly pushing for a harem. I only give token resistance; Mia knows what I want better than I do.
This girl is straight fire, and I am mesmerized every time I see her. The idea of her joining our household...and our bed, is more than a little enticing.
Mia drags me to the restaurant where she works. We sit at the bar--I usually see her moving around, managing things in the open kitchen, out on the floor, and behind the bar. Making sure she is in earshot, Mia points at her and yell-whispers, "Ooh, big bro, she's really pretty! You totally need to get her number!"
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I look around, seemingly wondering who this cute little girl is talking about. Seeing no one else she could be talking about, I head over to the bar. *Might as well see what this cutie's up to. Besides, they look like they haven't been helped yet. Mel again, always forgetting that she's supposed to get customers at the bar too.*
Approaching them from the other side of the bar, I say, "Hi, how can help you?" in my best customer service voice. It's a lot easier to act cheerful when you are actually interested in the people you're talking to. And man, the girl is cute, but this guy, her "big bro" looks like a mighty fine specimen of a man. Hmm...
The man gives a surprised, sheepish look. "Sorry, did you hear that? My sister is always trying to stir up trouble, don't worry about it."
The little blonde looks at me and rolls her eyes like she's with the dumbest guy in the world and I stifle a giggle. *This could be fun.*
"I'm sorry, what do you mean, sir? Did she whisper something in your ear about me? I didn't hear anything." I give the girl a coy grin and a wink before looking back at the man with a straight face.
The man apparently isn't THAT thick and picks up on the play, though he does fumble his words a bit. "Oh, then um, would you...I mean, hi, I'm David! I've seen you around, and was wondering if I could get your phone number? I'd love a chance to get to know you."
Once he got going and his confidence picked up, his voice was actually rather attractive. I hadn't had a date since high school...when Tommy reached for third base and found that I had a batter there already. The pain of the rejection had faded with time, and since I had matured, I figured I could handle it if it happened again. I figured it was worth a shot.
I gave him my number, and as he entered it into his phone, the girl gave me a winning grin and held out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Mia, it's nice to meet you!" She gave me a firm shake, and her eyes were...strange. She was looking at me like a piece of meat...I had dealt with this kind of predatory look from men all my adult life, but never from such an adorable girl. I have to admit, it had a very different effect on me. It made me hard, and I quickly made an excuse to get back to work and turned away. I hadn't been erect in public in a long time and was not comfortable staying in the open with a stiffy.
"Wait, what's your name?" the man called out.
I turned back to him. "Fiona. Fiona McLean."
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That night, I texted the man. And the girl too, apparently she isn't real big on privacy. What a precious girl. I learned that David and Mia live together, Mia is in college, and David is a teacher. They called me, and we talked long into the night, several nights in a row. We talked about all sorts of things, and I found myself more and more interested. I felt like a schoolgirl again, crushing hard on the man. Or is it the pair? Mia is lovely too...
Whatever. I threw caution to the wind and invited David on a date to a restaurant downtown. He accepted immediately. I felt like a teenager again, waiting for my first date.
I hadn't felt that way about anyone in years, and I was anxious. I had told myself I could take rejection if it happened, but that was before I got to know them. But going into this date...I really really want them to like me. I started to worry as I prepare for it.
Our date is at a nice restaurant. We meet out front, exchange the usual pleasantries people do when they dress up--not to say they weren't sincere. David looked fantastic in a medium gray suit with a teal shirt and a tie covered in black and shiny dark blue paisley designs. And his eyes made the sincerity of his own compliments clear as they hungrily wandered over my appearance in my slinky dark blue silk halter top dress.
We sit down, order our meals, and after a longish wait, our food is delivered... along with Mia, who pulls up a chair right next to me. She even managed to have food for herself delivered alongside ours. I chuckle and shake my head at the turn of events, and Mia and I both laugh at David's consternation at the surprise. Mia and I share a quick before we dig in.
Dinner is fantastic, the wine is excellent, and the conversation is lively as Mia jumps in as if three people was always the right number for a date. I eeally couldn't argue--she was not only a great conversationalist, but she looked delightful in a short lime green dress with frills all along the edges. Her hair was done into a pair of intricate buns that seemed to highlight the depth of color in her honey blonde hair.
As the wine flowed, my anxiety waned. These two were amazing people, and I knew they would accept me even if I was a freak with a dick. They also both looked delicious, and if I hadn't tied down my cock securely, I would definitely be sporting a stiffy.
