So I called Dawn. "Okay, so, you wanna go out?"

"Sure," she said easily, "What do you have in mind?"

"Not clubbing. Dinner and a movie?"

Things got really quiet for a second. "What movie?"

"I don't care..."

"Liar!"

"Well, okay, there's that sci-fi flick, but I understand if you want something else."

"No, I like sci-fi. I'm not big on horror, but sci-fi is okay."

"Sweeet! My kind of girl!" I bubbled. "Dinner before or after?"

"After?"

"Okay, I need to get you by six. Where do I pick you up?" I got Dawn's address, and suddenly, I was dating! THAT hadn't happened in, like, a year...

The old, happy Dawn came tripping out of her house as I pulled up -- maybe a tad curvier, but the smile was there. I was pleased to death at that. She was dressed nicely, too, like before. At the theater, she stuck to diet soda and avoided the popcorn and candy. "I've sworn off ice cream until I lose thirty pounds or you drop me like a rock," she announced.

"Thanks!" I retorted, rolling my eyes, "No pressure!" She just giggled.

I behaved myself in the theater, just rubbing her shoulder a little. We were sitting in the restaurant and she muttered, "You're being such a gentleman..."

"Well, I figure I'm operating under the three date rule, at least," I replied.

"Really?" She looked shocked. "You're already WAY ahead of Zack, you know. After the night we met in the club, we never went ANYWHERE! I would go to his place and sit around waiting on him hand and foot, thinking he loved me..."

"Wups! Bad subject, I think..." I interjected, then grinned, "About the being waited on hand and foot thing..."

Dawn smiled wanly. "You want it?"

"I'll try to make it worth your while." She shook her head, smiling. I squeezed her hand. Trying to clean up after Zack was a bitch! Fortunately, she perked up after a bit.

At her door, she turned and said, "Under the three date rule, I think I owe you a kiss if you're going to be coming back..."

"I can look in the rule book, but I think that's right," I admitted.

"Well?" She arched an eyebrow.

I gingerly gathered her in -- you'd have thought I was a high school kid. I wanted to stick my hands under her blouse and rub her ass and grind my crotch against hers. Instead, I held her gently against me and kissed her -- and it was just fine, I'll have to admit. After we'd kissed a while and my tongue and hers were pretty familiar with one another, I pulled back, then leaned in to suck her neck some and I got a back rub and felt her pubic bone against the underside of my hardon. "Gawd!" Dawn gasped, "Are we really going for three?"

"I'm preserving your reputation," I groaned.

"I'm a slut, remember?" she gasped.

"That's one asshole's opinion," I insisted.

"You are SOOO out in front -- you have NO IDEA!" she gasped. "Just kiss me some more..."

"Heavy petting is the second date," I croaked.

"Shut UP!" Her lips and tongue attacked mine and I fought back bravely.

We must have messed around on her front porch for a half-hour before I broke away, certain that if I wasn't careful, I would overdose and drag her inside and ravish her in front of her sainted mother. "I'll call you tomorrow!" I croaked and ran for my car, raced home, and jerked off like a crazed thing! She was SO fucking HOT! Goddamn! I was sixteen again!

Sunday morning around ten I called her, "Want to go out and do something?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, it has to be VERY vanilla and VERY public -- and we probably need a chaperone. Otherwise, we'll probably have a flat tire or get lost and end up at my apartment..." I insisted. "How about, I dunno, go-kart racing? Mini-golf?"

"They're both at the same place, aren't they?" Dawn asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'm up for either. How about if I bring my girlfriend Georgette?"

"Well, she'll have to promise to be disapproving if I stick my hand in your blouse or something," I said, mock-seriously.

"I'll have her work on her glare," Dawn cackled.

"Okay, cool. Call me when you're hooked up..."

Apparently, Georgette didn't take much preparation -- I got a call back in twenty minutes. "We'll be ready by one."

"I'll be there..."

Georgette was an EXTREMELY narrow redhead with freckles and buck teeth and big knobby knees on stick legs. I said 'Hi' and stood there, eyeing her.

"What's up?" Dawn asked quietly.

"I don't think she's big enough to tear us apart if my palms get magnetized to some part of your body," I mused. "She might need help. Do you have anything against Tom?"

"Not a thing..."

"Hey, Georgette, can I take your picture?" I asked.

Georgette shrugged and popped her eyes. "Okay." I took a pic with my camera phone and attached it to a message that said, "How painfully skinny are we talking here? Are you busy, like, right now?"

It took two minutes for the phone to ring. "Greg?"

"What do you think of Dawn's friend Georgette, man?"

"Okay, she's skinny, all right..."

"Too skinny?"

"No, probably not."

"We're looking at go-karts and mini-golf. Interested?" I asked.

"Shit, yeah!"

"Meet you there?"

"Okay!"

"What's going on?" Georgette asked.

"I was worried that mere disapproval from you wouldn't be enough and that you wouldn't be able to wedge yourself between us if we got too amorous, so I'm bringing in help," I announced.

"Help?" Georgette looked at Dawn, who nodded, grinning.

"Yeah -- looks like this..." I pulled up a picture of Tom, grinning, with a beer in his hand.

"Oh. OH!" Georgette's eyes popped. "No shit?"

"He'll meet us there..." I grinned like a croc.

"Let's go!" Georgette was suddenly in a serious hurry!

We got in my car; Dawn got in up front and leaned over to me and whispered, "Who's going to watch them?"

"Nobody..." I whispered back, "and while they're watching each other, nobody will be watching us..."

"I thought..."

"I was going through the motions -- that doesn't mean I don't have an agenda!" I declared. Dawn tittered and leaned over and kissed my neck, growing goose-pimples all over my body!

"Hey!" came an eruption from the back seat. "Watch the public displays!" I grinned at Dawn and she grinned back and kissed my neck a second time. Georgette swatted her shoulder and she backed off, pretending to be cowed, but grinning and holding my hand where Georgette couldn't see it.

They were hilarious! Tom unwound from his car and came up to us, sticking out his hand, "I'm Tom."

Georgette took it. "Georgette."

"Pleased to meet you..." They just stood there with Georgette looking up at him for a whole minute, then Georgette switched hands and gave him a tug. "We're gonna play golf," she said distantly.

I went, "B-but..." and pointed at the go-kart track. Neither of them even looked at me. "What was that?"

Dawn sighed. "Love at first sight, I think. Let's go drive some karts!" So we did...

About an hour later, we wandered over to mini-golf. Tom was teaching Georgette to swing a club -- not that he knew how. It appeared to me to be more about him sticking his hardon in the crack of Georgette's ass while they locked eyeballs, his hands over hers on the club. Georgette wasn't even looking at the ball; it would take them three or four swings to even connect. "Wow, that looks like a good idea!" I declared, and ten minutes later, I was sticking MY hardon in the crack of Dawn's ass while I 'taught her how to swing'... We did a lot of kissing; when Tom and Georgette caught us the last barrier went down and I though Georgette was going to climb Tom like a tree and impale herself, right there on the golf course! Dawn and I had to creep up and remind them, "This is a family venue, kids..."

"I don't think the chaperone thing worked as planned," Dawn whispered in my ear.

"No? I thought it was kicking ass!" I chuckled back.

"I thought they were supposed to keep an eye on us?" Dawn giggled. "We would need a crowbar, just to get into the line of sight!"

"You have to admit they're cute..."

"Are we cute?" Dawn whispered.

"We're VERY cute!" I insisted, and went to work on her neck. She dropped the club and undulated from underneath me, then came back.

"Greg, we're not gonna make it to three..."

"We can blame it on them," I replied, jerking my thumb at the other pair. "They aren't gonna make it to one!" Dawn grinned from ear to ear.

"Was this always the plan?" Dawn asked.

I pursed my lips and shrugged. "Must've been. I have to say I'm surprised it went this well, but..." Dawn giggled and we went back to 'playing golf.'

We managed to survive until about four-thirty, irritating family groups by playing the world's slowest round of mini-golf. "Now what?" I queried brightly. "Early dinner? Back to my place to hang out and watch TV?"

"I'm dieting," Dawn announced.

"There are two components of any good weight loss regimen," I replied pedantically, "Diet and exercise."

Dawn eyed me, her eyes glowing. "You've given up, haven't you?"

"Forgive me, but yes. I can't pretend to attempt to protect your virtue further," I replied, sighing theatrically.

"So..."

"So we're going back to my place and I'm going to show you how a man makes love to a woman. What you were getting before, I won't dignify with a description."

"And them?" Dawn jerked a thumb at Georgette and Tom.

"They can go to Tom's or they can enjoy the couch," I replied. Pitching my voice to carry, I said, "Guys! We're going!"

"Where?" We got it as a chorus; they hadn't been listening at all!

"Early dinner, somewhere nice, then we'll hang out at my place."

"Oh." Tom nodded blankly. "Where are we eating?"

I rolled my eyes. "Follow us." Somehow, they managed to.

We had dinner at some seafood place, which allowed Dawn to meet her diet criteria (hers wasn't fried) then went back to my place. It was only six-thirty or so, but nobody gave a shit. I turned Tom and Georgette loose in the living room and turned to Dawn and said, "Come here." The very first thing I did was to get my hands under her blouse at the back, so I could feel skin. Of course, she did the same to me... Clothes started going everywhere, largely unnoticed because we were kissing. We were still in my eat-in kitchen when my shirt came off and Dawn's bra followed -- I'm pretty sure I undid it and she shrugged it off. We were both naked by the time we found the bed. I got her settled on her back and worked on her neck and then moved to her breasts and some serious nipple sucking, then kept going, using my lips to mark territory all the way down across her belly and along the insides of her hips before circling back and attacking her pussy via her inner thighs. I battered her erect clitoris with my tongue about three strokes before she drew a HUGE breath and literally SCREAMED in climax! Georgette came running, as bare-assed naked as we were, and stood in the door with her eyes bugging out while Dawn undulated under my lips and tongue -- until Tom appeared behind her and literally picked her up and carried her off. After a few seconds, Dawn wailed, "GREG! GREG! OMIGOD! STOP! STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"

I let up and grinned at her and said, "I'm guessing you've never had THAT before..."

"Oh, no! Omigod! WOW!" Dawn's eyes held mine, huge and glowing. "I don't know how to..."

I wasn't surprised -- Zack was a self-proclaimed 'purist' -- which according to him meant 'pussy only.' My only question was, "Baby, Zack was your first?"

"Uh huh." Dawn nodded.

"Sonofa..." I shook my head. "Look, Baby, I'm gonna move on, because I think you're ready. The first time, well, I'm a little overloaded right now, so it might be quick, but I promise better..."

"You've already gone so far beyond..." Dawn tugged at me and I crawled over her and lined up my cock. Instead of just jamming, I sank into her slowly, making sure we had lubrication everywhere necessary. Dawn groaned and closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, then moaned, "Yess... Oh, yesss..." Then her eyes popped open and she looked down and I realized that I must be in virgin territory. Well, given everything else, it was no surprise that I had a little length on Zack. I hit bottom and started slowly pumping and Dawn got that inward stare that said she was focused on what my cock was doing to her. Her eyes got big and she began to shake and when she opened her mouth I stuck a finger in it so that she went, "MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" around my finger, rather than screaming her lungs out! Her pussy clamped down on me and I couldn't stop -- I had to let go and I did so -- twelve times, it seemed like! Then I was wrapped up in arms and legs and she was laughing and crying and squeezing everything in sight and I knew that I'd gotten the job done, quick or not!

When she relaxed a little and I could come up to bolt upright, she said, "So that's how it's done?"

"Well, that was sorta okay, I guess. I've done better," I replied.

"If you did much better, I think I'd die from the pleasure!"

"I think the French call orgasm 'the little death'," I noted.

"Uh huh." Dawn gazed into my eyes. "That 'waiting on you hand and foot' thing? It's... really not a problem."

I smiled. "Good to know..."

She looked a little nervous. "Was it...?"

I blinked. "You couldn't tell?"

"You didn't say much."

"I don't," I replied. Wiggling a bit, I asked, "Did you feel me shoot that quart of semen into you?"

"Uh huh. Every squirt!" Dawn nodded.

"Okay, then. That was about a month's worth of production, I think. Do you think maybe I might have enjoyed it?"

Dawn grinned. "I guess..."

Suddenly, from the living room, a feminine voice erupted, "OMIGAAAAWD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

I pursed my lips. "I guess we weren't watching them closely enough..." I frowned, then, adding, "Or was it...?" Dawn laughed and swatted me on the bicep.

I wiggled a little bit; I wasn't like stone, but I didn't think I was done. "Want some more?"

"Please?"

I started moving. For the first few strokes, it was like a swamp in there, but it got better and I got better and she got better and then all Hell broke loose! I was going nuts and she was going nuts and she was wringing the shit out of my cock but I kept on pumping. I thought we were going to set fire to something, but then she lit off again and clamped down, wailing, and things were suddenly wet and I was still riding... And then a rumble came from somewhere and the ground started to shake and Dawn's eyes got HUGE and thunder flashed and lightning roared! Dawn screamed and made like a milking machine on my cock and I spewed and spewed and spewed!

Then I crashed, totally exhausted. "I don't want to snore in your ear," I croaked, remembering how he'd treated her -- but I couldn't move -- my arms and legs were rubbery and didn't answer commands.

"I want you to," Dawn husked, "I don't want you anywhere else but right here..."

...And I passed out.

It was stone dark when I woke up. I had to piss something awful, so I clambered up as gently as I could and went off to piss. I circled through the living room and Tom and Georgette were on the couch, Georgette collapsed on top. They were still connected, and I thanked God the couch was leather, because they'd left a puddle.

As I headed back to the bedroom, I could hear Dawn talking. "I won't be home tonight, Momma. This is the one. I know I thought the last one was, but this one -- well you had to be there. No, I won't describe it. He's just... better. He's considerate and sweet and -- well, never mind. I'll come by in the morning and get some clothes, but I'm staying here tonight." She folded the phone and I could see her eyes glowing in the dim light. "Come back to bed. Teach me how to suck you."

"Later," I replied, climbing onto the bed. "We've got forever. Want some more?"

"I'm a little sore. That's why I want to suck you."

"I've had plenty. Let's cuddle." I went to sleep listening to her moan as I sucked a nipple.

There was a mad rush Monday morning to get everyone clean and dressed and somewhere that they could get organized for work. Georgette didn't want to hear that Tom had a previous engagement for the evening -- she wanted him no further than arm's reach, period. It took Dawn some effort to get through to her that you don't wrap a guy up like a mummy unless you're planning to smother him, but when she called me in the evening before I went off to play at Tom's, she said she had managed it. We spent forty minutes on the phone -- and if that isn't love, I don't know what is! The old 'three-minute call' standard was designed with men in mind...

"So, how's pig farming?" Zack asked. Frankly, I was surprised that he waited until the third hand.

"Pretty sweet, actually," I replied. "I think it might be all about having the right implements."

Zack's expression got a little dangerous. "What's THAT supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." I backed off, but everyone at the table knew the point had been made.

Dawn was dropped as a subject of conversation until Georgette called Tom about nine. Zack was irritated, of course, and Mort had to echo it. "Who's that?"

"Georgette," I replied. "Friend of Dawn's."

"Another porker?"

I fished out my phone and pulled up the picture. "Not really."

"I didn't know that Dawn had any friends," Zack grunted, eyeing it. He handed it back and while I passed it to Mort, he added, "She's built like a fence post."

I eyed Zack. "Do you actually HAVE standards, or do you just pretend everyone is lacking? It appears to me that you'd call Catherine Zeta Jones a sow. Who measures up? And what do you give the winner?"

Tom wasn't talking on the phone; he was listening -- to me. I got the impression that Georgette might be, too.

"Hey, Greg -- what the fuck?" Mort jumped in.

I turned on him. "It might have been nice of Zack if he'd bothered to discover whether Dawn had friends -- then you wouldn't have had to wait -- how many months? -- to see if you could get sloppy seconds from her. Did it ever occur to you that the reason it wasn't happening was that Zack was living in a fantasy world where he is Superstud and every woman is a slut -- but the rest of us -- Dawn especially -- live somewhere else?"

Mort turned purple and started puffing and Zack yelled, "Hey!"

But I was pissed and I was on a roll and I turned on him and blasted, "I've been listening to your tales about what a stud you are forever, Man -- but I've been around twice, now, and rabbits fuck longer than you do! I timed you the night before you let your mouth overload your ass with Dawn, and you lasted a whole thirty-seven seconds! That doesn't exactly put you in competition with Herschel Savage -- or even Hugh Hefner, and he's probably ninety!"

I'd committed another of the cardinal sins of friendship -- I'd seriously dissed both of them on their sexual prowess. Zack had to save face, so he angrily tossed his cards down on the table, shouting, "You're an asshole, man!"

"No, the basic problem here is that YOU'RE an asshole -- and I'm tired of putting up with it!" I retorted.

"Guys! Guys!" Tom, the good host, made to intervene.

"I'm outta here!" Zack yelled. "I don't have to take this shit!"

"Me, too!" Mort got up to follow his sexual meal ticket.

"NOW look what you've done!" Tom accused.

I shrugged. "Ask Georgette if she'd like to learn how to play pinochle."

Georgette was thrilled to death with the idea, as it turned out...

So was Dawn.

** END **