Sorry, you still only get 20%

Tuesday, January 22, 9:00am. Dom is standing in my doorway.

"I got laid," he says, with a sly smile.

"Ahh, Meg finally gave in, huh?"

He smirks. "Forget Meg. I'm all done with her."

"So another one then?"

He nods. "Met her at the bar. She's a wild one! You'll have to meet her sometime."

"I'm thinking a double date is out of the question, though," I smile.

"Uh, yeah."

11:37am. My phone rings. It's Steph.

"Hello?"

"Hey!"

"Hi."

"Our study group isn't meeting tonight. Can we go out someplace nice for dinner?"

"You mean like Papa Gino's? I'm not sure I can afford that. I'll check the paper for coupons."

"Smart ass. Don't you have that gift certificate that Dan Johnson gave you?"

"Oh yeah! For Carla's!"

"Can we go tonight?"

"You gonna get all dressed up?"

"MMmmmm-hmmmmm," she says. "You too?"

"Yep. I can't wait to see what you're wearing."

"You'll like it."

"I bet I will."

**********

6:30. Carla's is not very busy at all tonight. Steph and I get a nice table by a large picture window overlooking a snowy field.

Steph looks beautiful. She's wearing a long pleated skirt with an off-white cashmere sweater and high heels. She's also sporting a pearl necklace and earrings which I've never seen on her before.

We've been dating for months, and I think I have seen her dressed up 3 or 4 times outside of the holidays. Like I said, it's a real treat when she wears something nice.

Her hair is up, held in place by one of those fancy-looking combs. "Why don't you have that one strand hanging down, like you had in the picture," I ask.

"OK, if you want me to, sweetie."

I get a good look at Steph as we walk to the table. I am struck by her petiteness. She's always wearing baggy clothes, so I really can't appreciate how small she is. The sweater is tight, and it accentuates her thin arms and tiny waist.

The skirt isn't very tight, but form-fitting enough for me to appreciate the nice round bump she has going on in the rear.

She cuts a beautiful figure tonight, classy and elegant. I am proud to be with her.

Our waiter comes over almost immediately. Right away I can tell that this guy has his way with women.

He's a six-foot tall Latino with an olive complexion and jet-black hair. He looks like something out of a magazine, with his finely-chiseled facial features and muscular build.

"Hey, folks, my name's Carlos. How you doing tonight?"

"Fine, thank you," I say.

"So you guys are out for a romantic evening, huh?" He says it with a relaxed tone and easy smile, as if he's known us for ten years.

"Yeah," Steph says. "I was getting so burned out from studying."

"Oh, really? Where do you go to school?"

She tells him.

"What do you study?"

"I'm a second-year law student."

"Ohhhh, wow, that's great!" he says, bobbing his head emphatically. "I've been thinking about going to law school myself."

"Oh really?" Steph says.

"Yeah. I always wanted to be a police officer, ever since I was a little boy. But I'm starting to think law school is for me."

"Well, good luck with that," Steph says, smiling sweetly up at him. She's digging him for sure. But since I was ogling that hot waitress's ass at Angelo's, I suppose I can't really complain.

"Would you folks like an appetizer? The fried mushrooms are AMAZING," Carlos says, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling.

"Sounds good!" says Steph.

"How 'bout a couple of glasses of cabernet to go with those?"

"OK," she says, looking longingly up at him. At this point, she's so googly-eyed that I'm pretty sure she can't even hear him. He could have offered us a 1984 Pontiac LeSabre to go with the fried mushrooms and she would've taken it.

Carlos turns to walk away and I see her eyes lock on him for a good three seconds. Yeah, she's checking out his ass, all right. Payback is a bitch.

I know better than to say anything. This isn't my first time playing this game. I could try to launch a counterattack; all I would have to do is wait for any moderately attractive girl to walk by and let Steph catch me gawking. But that seems too easy.

What I will do is simply pretend not to notice. I won't show any reaction whatsoever. Not striking back can be very powerful indeed.

The appetizer and drinks come. Steph stabs one with a fork and slips it slowly into her mouth. She's staring at me.

She puts another mushroom on her fork and holds it up to my mouth. Her mouth is open, as though she's showing me what I need to do.

I fucking hate mushrooms, but there's no way I'm ruining this moment. I bite the mushroom off her fork; it's actually not half bad.

I slide my foot against hers under the table. "Careful! These are my nice heels!"

"Yeah, we better keep them clean, 'cause they're the only things you're gonna have on later. Right?"

She grins widely. "Maybeee".

I am getting hard. With a throbbing erection like the one I'm sporting, eating is the farthest thing from my mind. I just want to go home and rip Steph's Bebe skirt off.

Carlos takes our orders and turns to leave. She checks out his ass again; again I pretend not to notice. If she disappears into the kitchen with him and comes back ten minutes later with her sweater on backwards, I'll say something; otherwise, I'm not.

It's about 7:15. Carlos comes to the table. "Sir, I'm really sorry about this, but the chef burned your scrod. They're making you another one right now; it won't be long. But I just wanted to let you know that your dinner is on the house."

"Oh! OK, thanks, Carlos."

"I hope the lawyer doesn't sue us," he says, smiling at Steph.

She smiles. "Law STUDENT."

"Would you like me to bring your Chilean sea bass out now, or do you want to wait for his?"

"It's ok," I say to Steph.

She nods at him; he walks off. No ass-check this time.

Dinner was great. My scrod was worth waiting for, especially since it was free. Steph loved her sea bass, too.

Carlos is back. "How 'bout a little tiramisu, folks?"

"No thanks," Steph says, looking at Carlos, then back to me. Her eyes have darkened over. She is horny as hell. I feel myself getting hard again.

"So do you have any advice for me for law school," Carlos says, smiling flirtatiously.

"Mm-hmm! Get references from current students. Interview faculty if you can, visit the campus, and sit in on a few classes. Things like that. Take your time; don't rush into it. That's how I did it." She ticks off the list effortlessly, as if she gives advice on this stuff every day. I am struck by how mature and composed she always seems. She is going to make one hell of a lawyer.

We get back to the house around 8 and have another glass of wine in bed. She disappears into the bathroom and comes out with my bathrobe on.

I get hard. What the hell is she wearing under there?

She puts one knee on the bed, and I roll to my left to face her. She rubs my cheek with her hand. "I had such a good time tonight. I love you so much, sweetheart."

"I love you too."

"Turn around."

"Turn AROUND?"

"I don't want you to see me take my robe off."

"You mean MY robe?"

"Turn AROUND!"

I roll to my right and face the wall. The room falls silent, and I hear the faint whisper of tericloth against flesh, and the rumple of robe hitting floor. The anticipation of seeing her naked eats at me until I am so hard that I actually ache.

Before I can turn back around, I feel her hand on my shoulder and her mouth on my neck.

She reaches around and grabs my belt, trying to unbuckle it with one hand. I reach down and undo it for her, then slide my pants off.

She grabs my stiff cock and rubs it. I have been horny for so long tonight that I almost feel like I could explode in orgasm right now.

"You liked that waiter, didn't you?"

"What waiter?" She knows damn well what I am talking about.

"Carlos, the studly Latino."

"Mmmmm, Carlos," she says.

"He got you all worked up, didn't he?"

"Mm-hmmm. But you should be glad. I was so horny that I didn't even want to eat. I just wanted to take you home, and..."

"And?"

"Get you naked and fuck your brains out."

My pulse quickens. I HAVE to fuck her soon.

"Can we do it like we did the other day in the car?" she asks.

"FUCK yeah."

"I LIKED that," she whispers in my ear.

"Me too."

I sit on the edge of the bed; she stands up with her back to me and lowers herself onto my lap. I look down at her feet; my stomach flinches when I realize that she's wearing the high heels.

I feel myself slide into her; she is slippery and hot. "Uggghhhhhhh," she moans. Her feet are on either side of my legs as she bounces slowly up and down on my cock.

I stare at her round ass; it jiggles ever so slightly each time it slaps against me. That alone is enough to make me want to come. Then there is the dirty talk.

Steph has a real potty mouth on her when we fuck. I LOVE it. Tonight is no exception: "OH my God, your cock is so fucking hard," she says, and "Oh, Steve, fuck my pussy baby," and "My pussy is so wet for you." It's like being in a porno movie, which reminds me that she wanted to videotape us. Gotta remember that for next time.

She reaches behind her and grabs her hair in her hands, holding it up against her head. There's something incredibly sexy about the way her ass flows seamlessly into her naked back and neck. I reach around in front of her and grab her tits. They are bouncing slightly as she rides me.

With everything working together like this, I simply cannot hold back any more. "Baby I need to come," I say.

She turns around and locks her big eyes on me. "I want you to come inside me," she whispers.

The words are hardly out when I erupt, unloading wave upon wave into her. "I can feel you coming," she moans.

We collapse onto the bed, exhausted. She turns over and rests her forearms on my chest.

"Can I take my shoes off now?" she asks.