“Thanks, Baby,” I said. “You’re the best.”
I leaned against Brian’s muscular chest, trying to relax. Not much time passed before Brian recognized an attractive couple, their hair and coats sprinkled with snow.
“Jeff? Janet?”
“Heyyyy,” the two said, as we all four looked each other over appreciatively. “Sally and Brian?”
Jeff was about my height. He was bald and rather angular, his face warmed by kind blue eyes that shone when he looked at Janet. His smile was easy and his manner comfortable. Janet, who couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, had soft red curls that cascaded over her shoulders. Her eyes, also blue, were startlingly vivid. She’d worn a black bustier that enhanced her cleavage, topped with a flirty ruffled pink cardigan that added a layer of innocence to her outfit. Her bosom looked soft and creamy, adorned by a whisper of freckles.
Brian signaled the hostess that our entire party had now arrived, and she led us upstairs to a table. It wasn’t a particularly private table, but we’d be able to have a conversation. Brian and I sat on one side of the table, with Jeff facing me and Brian facing Janet.
Brian was already hitting it off with Jeff, talking football. While the guys talked, I noticed how Janet caressed Jeff’s shoulder and looked up at him adoringly, while occasionally stealing glances at Brian and me. Good, I thought. They have a strong connection. I squeezed Brian’s thigh under the table, a private signal: so far so good. He squeezed back, his fingers lingering on the inside of my thigh.
The small talk carried us through the meal, leaving us relaxed and slightly buzzed from the plentiful New Orleans beer. It was Jeff who turned the conversation to more intimate matters.
“So, what are you guys into?” Jeff asked, grinning at me. I smiled coyly.
“We’re game for most anything,” I said, glancing at Jeff. He was gazing appreciatively at Janet, his eyes drifting downward to rest on her decolletage. “We don’t usually go all the way, but we love almost anything short of that. How about you guys?”
“Well, we don’t really have many boundaries,” Jeff said. “We don’t usually play on a first date, though.”
Janet put her hand over Brian’s as it rested on the table. “We have made exceptions,” she purred. She looked at him, taking in his wholesome midwestern face. Blonde and blue-eyed, he looked like an advertisement for milk.
“And you guys seem exceptional,” Jeff added, looking hungrily at me.
“You guys too,” I said, and reached across the table to caress Jeff’s hand as I put my other hand on top of Janet’s and Brian’s hands. I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck as I touched Jeff. “I wouldn’t mind breaking a few rules.”
“Well,” Jeff said, clasping my hand in both of his, “would you guys want to come back to our place?”
Brian’s hand wandered up from my inner thigh, and I felt the back of his fingers graze my pussy through her panties. I grew suddenly wet.
“Sure,” I said. “Where do you guys live?”
Jeff told me the address. “But it’s a little tricky to find in the dark. One of the streets you have to turn on isn’t marked. We could all go in one car.”