Blind Date

by Veronica Tower

  Chapter Thirty Nine

  Liv

  Liv lay back in the pillows and listened to the sounds of Merci’s shower. She stretched her muscles and felt a trill of triumph from the bottom of her toes to her finger tips. Her body was alive with the knowledge of her impending victory from the tingling fires in her pussy to her oh so sensitive nipples. She was breaking Chris and Merci up! A couple more pushes and the two would be irreconcilable!

  It was amazing how easy it all was. Liv had thought she’d have to work at it, build up a little jealousy and create a few misunderstandings. But Chris had played right into her hands and as a bonus she had gotten a night with Merci thrown in as well.

  Confidant that Merci couldn’t hear her at the moment, Liv picked up the phone and found Chris’ number in the caller ID, preparing to set another nail into their dating coffin.

  Chris answered, his voice sleepy and not too cognizant. “Hello.”

  Liv began to spin her lie. “I’m calling for Merci. Are you awake enough to understand?”

  Chris grunted. “I’m listening. What’s up?”

  “She’s very angry at you, Chris, but you know Merci. Against my advice, she’s decided to give you one very tiny chance to make things right again. Are you listening?”

  She thought she heard the sound of him swallowing. Good! Let the bastard get drunk again.

  “You are going to wait at home for us tonight! We’ll come over sometime—after we go out on the town. If you’re not there when we arrive, it’s all over between you and Merci. If you call before we get there and spoil our evening, you’re also done. That’s all!”

  “What?”

  “Pull your head out of the bottle! Wait at your house tonight until we arrive and Merci may forgive you. Don’t wait for us, and you’re done.”

  “Let me talk to Merci.”

  “You’re not listening! She’s angry. She doesn’t want to talk now. But she’s willing to give you one more chance, if you do things her way this time.”

  “And that is?”

  “Just wait for us. We’re going to go out and have some fun and then come over to your place to sort things out. All you have to do is stay home, don’t call, and wait for us to arrive. Got it?”

  “Well, okay-”

  Liv hung up feeling good about herself, then suddenly worried that Chris hadn’t really understood her instructions. One call from him could spoil her plan. “Hell, not even he could be that stupid.”

  She got out of bed and began looking through Merci’s closet, wondering exactly how she would finish snaring Chris in her trap. She already knew how she would distract Merci. Get a few drinks in Merci’s belly and she’d go for any handsome man Liv pushed her way. But Chris didn’t trust her and that would make him harder to manipulate.

  When she saw the pith helmet and safari outfit in Merci’s closet, she stopped worrying and started planning Chris’ destruction.

  Chapter Forty

  Merci

  “We need to go out and have fun tonight,” Liv announced.

  Startled, Merci looked up at Liv, not realizing until that moment, that she had been lost in thought. “I need to call Chris,” she said. “We need to sort things out.”

  “No, no, no, no, no!” Liv said.

  “I...look Liv, last night and this morning were...special. But I love Chris, and...I’m not a lesbian.”

  “I know that,” Liv laughed. “I’m not a lesbian either—just a little bit bi when I’m drunk and horny. But honey, Chris screwed up last night and you need to teach him a lesson. He didn’t wait for your call like you told him to, and he probably played around on top of that.”

  Merci shook her head. “You don’t know that.”

  Liv stared at her. “He said he lost his cell phone and fell asleep in his car. I don’t believe that’s all that happened and neither do you.”

  “But-”

  “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you have to punish him! If you don’t make him pay for standing you up he’s going to start taking you for granted.”

  “But-”

  “It’s just one night. We’ll go out on the town, dance a little, have some fun, and remind you that there are other men out there if you decide you’ve had enough of this guy.”

  Merci stopped protesting. A night on the town did sound like fun. And she really was hurt that Chris hadn’t waited for her call. “You don’t think a night apart will be bad for us?”

  “Honey, you can’t go crawling back to him when he’s the one who did wrong. You make him do the crawling, but with an arrogant SOB like Chris, you’re going to have to worry him first or he’s never going to admit how badly he’s screwed up.”

  Merci considered Liv’s plan. “And you think going out without him will do that?”

  “Honey, he’s taking you for granted. Once you remind him he’s not the only game in town he’ll start to get worried. Refuse to take his calls and he’ll start to panic. If he’s half as stuck on you as you think he is, he’ll be begging to get back under your dress by this time tomorrow. Now do you want to go have some fun?”

  Merci enjoyed the image of Chris naked on his hands and knees with his head beneath her dress. “Let’s do it,” she said.

  Chapter Forty One

  Merci

  “Jesus, Merci, it’s been two months, not two years.”

  Liv make no effort to conceal her exasperation and that made Merci feel defensive. “I just don’t feel right. It’s like I’m stepping out on Chris.”

  Liv’s face was growing red and Merci didn’t think that the heat in the club was responsible. “He’s the one who stepped out on you!”

  Merci started to protest, but Liv cut her off. “Look, I’m sorry. Maybe I’ve stepped over the line. But it’s not like I’m asking you to go down on some stranger here. I just want you to dance and have some fun and let Chris think about life without you for a while. What’s the harm in that?”

  Merci wasn’t sure that there would be any harm, but a lot of things were unsettling her as they percolated in the back of her mind. First, this was Chris and Merci’s first real fight and Liv’s punish him strategy didn’t feel right to her. Add to that the uncomfortable fact that Liv didn’t like Chris and Merci just wasn’t certain that she could trust her friend’s advice.

  Finally, there was the whole issue of cheating. Merci didn’t know whether Chris had stepped out or not, but she was forced to admit that she had. Her plan had been for a healing night of soul-searching discussion, but what had actually happened was that she and Liv had spent the time making each other come. She didn’t know that punishing Chris was the best way to cope with her guilty feelings.

  Merci drank down her second screaming orgasm and set it on the bar. She thought that she had finished it a minute ago, but clearly she was wrong. Not that it mattered—she had finally made up her mind. She would go home, call Chris and try to patch things up.

  “Oh, look,” Liv said, “Isn’t that Ed Thomas? And who’s his friend?”

  Merci looked past Liv to see Ed and another man cutting through the crowd in their direction. They were both younger than Merci and Liv, at most two or three years out of college, and strong and handsome in their matching white shirts and blue jackets.

  “Ed,” Liv rose to greet him, standing up on the tips of her toes to give him a perfunctory kiss on the lips. Ed still had to bend down to accommodate her. He was at least six foot six, a former college line backer who hadn’t yet lost his physique. He had dark eyes and hair and a very cocky grin.

  “Liv, you look fabulous,” he told her before turning his attention to Merci. She had only met him once before in passing and she didn’t recognize his friend.

  Merci stood to give Ed a peck of her own, but she put her foot down wrong and fell hard against him. His chest and abs might have been carved from granite.

  “Careful there,” Ed said, catching her in his arms. He seemed to be in no hurry to let her go again.

  “And who
is this?” Liv asked.

  “Brian.”

  The man was identical to Ed in every way save two inches in height. He offered Liv his hand and bent down to peck her lips when she accepted it.

  Merci pushed herself back in her chair and picked up her drink again. In the back of her mind, something seemed odd about that, but Ed was talking and she quickly forgot about it.

  “I’m glad we saw you when we did,” Ed told them. “We were starting to get bored and thinking about moving on. Now I think we’ll stay a bit.”

  Merci liked the way he appraised her—bold and confidant. Added to the pleasant rush of alcohol it generated a nice flush of heat within her body.

  She took another sip of her drink.

  “Good timing,” she agreed. “Liv and I were just talking about going home.”

  “I hope you’ll stay a while longer now that we’re here,” Ed said.

  “For a while,” Merci said, unconsciously smiling at the suggestion.

  Behind Ed, Liv traced her finger along the muscles on Brian’s chest and the ex-jock grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

  The bartender brought Ed a drink and he leaned closer to Merci so he could accept it. Merci liked the rugged smell of his aftershave and despite the heat in the bar was a touch unhappy when he straightened up again.

  Ed must have had similar feelings because he ended up closer to Merci than he had started. His free hand dangled enticingly against her outer thigh, just above Merci’s knee.

  He swallowed a mouthful of whiskey. “I can’t believe I’d forgotten how beautiful you are.”

  Merci smiled at the obvious pick up line. “Aren’t Liv and I a bit old for you and your friend?” It wasn’t really a concern for Merci. Ed and Brian were obviously adults. But while she was enjoying the younger man’s attention, she didn’t want him to get any ideas about going further than this club.

  Ed looked unimpressed with her argument. “We’re not teenagers, and you’re not old.”

  “I think Liv agrees with you,” Merci said. Brian’s hands were already about Liv’s waist and hers were entwined around his neck. By the time Ed turned around to look at them, their mouths were joining in a far from perfunctory kiss.

  “I think they have the right idea,” Ed said. He put his glass down on the bar and cupped Merci’s chin.

  She started to pull away. “Wait a minute-”

  Ed’s mouth closed on top of hers, both tender and insistent.

  Merci felt the kiss in her nipples and her pussy, as well as on her lips. A hot flush overwhelmed her. She tried to rise from her stool but the room span and for the second time that evening she collapsed into Ed’s arms. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she had trouble catching her breath.

  Ed’s lips found Merci’s again, forcing her mouth open so he could explore her with his tongue.

  Merci suddenly realized what her problem was. How on earth had she gotten so drunk? She knew she tended to get horny with a few drinks in her. Guys began to look too good and her judgment faltered. It was time for her to get up and leave—just as soon as she tasted Ed’s tongue one more time.

  The muscles of his chest were so well defined that Merci just wanted to run her hands over them, exploring the contours of his pecs and the grooves between his abs.

  Ed was getting hungrier now, his lips more demanding, and his tongue more insistent. His hands began to roam her body, moving down to squeeze her ass, and then up past her waist sliding deliciously near her breasts. A growing bulge in his trousers began to push against her, adding an even greater sense of urgency to the heat roaring between Merci’s own legs.

  Her head felt light. The musky scent of Ed’s cologne added to her sense of intoxication. Her knees threatened to buckle.

  Ed’s finger gently closed upon the underside of Merci’s right breast. A thrill of excitement shot through her body. Moisture grew with the heat between her legs. Her hand slipped lower as his fingers began to squeeze, molding her soft flesh so that her nipples swelled and her knees trembled.

  With the tip of her middle finger, Merci traced the outline of Ed’s growing bulge. He was already straight and hard, from his big tight balls all the way up to the swollen head pushing at his belt.

  Ed broke off their kiss with a grunt. “If I don’t get some air I’m going to take you right here on the bar.”

  That sounded just about perfect to Merci. The hard wood beneath her back and an equally hard prick between her legs...

  She ran the tip of her finger up the length of Ed’s shaft again.

  He closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened them, he had trouble clearing his throat to speak. “I was going to suggest that we finish our drinks, but now I just want to get you any place I can fuck you!”

  The pain and urgency etched into Ed’s face made Merci smile. She loved the fact that this young, white, football-stud was desperate to get between her soft black thighs. She took the opportunity both to tease him and to remind him who was in control.

  “We have time to finish our drinks,” she assured him. “Then we can see about separating Liv and Brian long enough for the four of us to drive to your place.”

  She picked up her full glass and took a sip, never letting her eyes drop from Ed’s. His hand trembled as he lifted his own drink.

  Perfect!

  Chapter Forty Two

  Chris

  The phone rang and Chris scrambled to get it. It took a second or two longer than it should have. He’d been drinking all day and as a result his movements were just a little awkward. He fumbled with the receiver and checked the caller ID. It took him another moment to make sense of what he saw. The caller at the other end was him. Someone was using the cell phone he had lost to call him.

  Chris took the call. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Blondie, what’s a big stud like you doing home on Saturday night?”

  The sound of the soft Latina accent brought a cascade of memories from the night before: spanking a tight red ass over his knee, wrestling with Lourdes on the floor, feeling her incredible mouth swallow him clear to his groin, piling a second pussy on top of hers and fucking them both...

  “Hi, Lourdes, what are you doing tonight?”

  “Watching Maria and Roberto do body shots off of each other.”

  “Roberto?” Chris asked. “Who the hell is he?”

  “Maria’s boyfriend,” Lourdes explained. “She was cheating on him last night.”

  “But you said she hadn’t-”

  Lourdes laughed. “We were lying, Blondie. Maria just wanted to try something new and exciting.” She paused a moment before adding. “I’m very drunk and watching them is making me horny.”

  Chris suppressed the rest of his questions. So Maria had been cheating. What of it? So had he.

  “Roberto’s licking the salt off her belly,” Lourdes purred. “Are you horny like me?”

  “Hmmm,” Chris said, picturing the scene in his mind. The man’s tongue was probably just north of Maria’s tattoo. “I’m getting that way,” he admitted.

  “Good, so why don’t you come over here? I’ll forgive you for leaving without fucking me this morning if you let me suck your cock again tonight.”

  Chris’ dick immediately began to stiffen at the suggestion. “You do give the best blow job on the planet,” Chris told her.

  “Good, how soon can you get here so I can do it again?”

  “I can’t.”

  Lourdes didn’t protest; she just changed her tactics. “I’ll bet we could have Maria and Roberto if you come over. We could spank them both and make them do tricks. Maria really got off on you, and Roberto, well, he thinks he’s cool, but he’s really just a little prick. He’ll do what I tell him to if he thinks it will get him some pussy in the end.”

  Chris considered Lourdes’ offer. Normally he’d prefer to leave Roberto out of it, but watching Lourdes play dominatrix on the guy would undoubtedly be worth the price of admission. Unfortunately, his hands were tied. He wanted to ge
t back together with Merci and that meant he couldn’t go fooling around tonight.

  “Sorry, Lourdes, maybe another night. I’m waiting for Merci.”

  Lourdes’ tone turned sharp. “You’re letting that bitch string you out again?”

  “Watch your mouth!” Chris snapped. “And yes I’m waiting for her. She called half a dozen times last night while I was eating Maria’s pussy and you were sucking my dick. For some strange reason she’s upset about that. So tonight we’re going to work things out.”

  “So where is she?”

  Lourdes’ pouting tone made Chris laugh. This whole situation felt absurd to him. “She’s out bar hopping with her friend who hates me. They’re testing the strength of my commitment.”

  Lourdes’ voice turned sultry. “I could call her on your cell phone and tell her all about the strength of your commitment.”

  Fear stopped Chris’ heart dead in his chest, but his voice cracked with ice when he answered her. “Listen to me closely, Lourdes. There’s a really good chance that Merci and I will break up on our own tonight. If that happens—fine. I’ll be fucking you seven days a week: in your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass, and any other way I can think of.

  “If we don’t break up there’s still a really good chance I’ll be fucking you.” He was vastly exaggerating the chances, but Lourdes didn’t need to know that. “Merci will be along for the ride, but you’ve already made it clear that that wouldn’t bother you. But understand this, Lourdes! If you do anything to encourage Merci to break up with me, you will never see, touch, or taste my cock again!”

  Chris was breathing hard when he finished shouting.

  So was Lourdes.

  “Blondie,” she panted. “You get me so hot when you’re angry. I’m touching myself right now. I think I’m going to come. Shout at me!”

  Chris transformed instantly from fearful and angry to totally turned on. “Next time I see you,” he growled, “I’m going to lay you on my lap, yank down your panties, and grind your pussy against my knee!”

  “Oh, yes,” Lourdes moaned.