He wanted to laugh at Lauren's puzzled reaction but managed to reign in enough inhibitons so he wouldn't make a total ass of himself. He hadn't had this much to drink in years, and he didn't trust himself to maintain the ability to hold his liquor as well as he could in his youth. As it was, holding off J.J. was enough of a challenge. The young man stewed in his seat, the desire to drink long over. Jake ignored his son's every longing gaze at his watch.
Spoil sport. Jake snickered. The Scotch was warm and empowering, and he held onto the good feeling and let the years melt from his life as he joked and laughed with his companions.
"Cal, your new band is wonderful," Marlene was saying. "I know you've been around for a while, but I just know you're finally going to be popular." Marlene sounded a bit too enthused. Whether it was the wine or the need to feel complimentary Jake couldn't tell, but watching Sue's polite nod he imagined the musician and his wife saw through the flattery. Sue also seemed offended by the implications behind the remark, but Cal appeared unfazed. Jake surmised the time served in the business helped the musician grow a thick skin. Cal didn't need to be popular to find success; Jake was not overly fond of jazz, but he had to admit Cal had talent.
"Thank you, Marlene," Cal said, "but I'm not too concerned about popularity. If I never make a dime with this group I won't be upset." He squeezed his wife's hand. "We live on love." A chorus of drunken, exaggerated "awws" followed. "Of course, you can't speak for the rest of the group. They have to eat and pay rent,"
Brady cracked to laughs all around. "Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, Cal, I know you've done well," Marlene said. "I
just think it's great somebody like you still has the drive to do what he loves." Cal raised an eyebrow. "Somebody like me?" "Somebody old," Jake bellowed, and stirred the melting cubes in his glass to catch
the last drops of Scotch before the water diluted them. He glared at his son and Marlene. "Dad, don't put words in Marlene's mouth," J.J. sighed. "Christ, Marlene's older than
Cal." "Yes, and thank you for reminding us all," Marlene snapped. "Oh, I hadn't noticed." Brady winked at her. Marlene cast a demure look, smiling over her shrugged shoulder. "I'm sure you don't notice any women, Brady Garriston, not with that pretty wife beside you. Honestly, I look at you and can't believe there's such a big age difference."
Jake felt all eyes suddenly on him as his rocks glass came down on the table a bit too hard. He hadn't meant to make a racket, but Marlene's remark burned. What did it matter that there was an age difference between the married couple? Why did age have to be an issue tonight? "Marlene," he began, but the woman babbled on as if he were invisible. "There's what, ten years between you?" she prodded. "Fifteen, actually," Brady replied in an even tone. "But I hadn't noticed that, either." "Same," Ellie sang, and quickly brought her glass to her lips for a deep drink, no
doubt to refrain from saying something more biting, Jake guessed. "Wow. That's great for you." This from J.J., now on his umpteenth. "I have to tell you, I never would have thought a May-December romance could last, but I really have to give you guys credit. Both of you." His rocks glass wavered from Cal to Brady in a drunken salute. Jake felt embarassed for all of them, but relieved both musicians had clearly decided to remain gentlemen.
"Our credit is just fine," Cal said with a smile, then stood and announced that his break was over. He bent low to kiss Sue and returned to the stage to warm up for the next set.
Jake turned on his son. "Why should it matter how old anybody is? I can't believe you actually said that." "Jake, really, it's okay..." Jake wanted to acknowledge Ellie's attempt, but his anger was too strong. "You know, I was ready to head back, but I changed my mind. I think we will stay, until you apologize to everyone here, and to Cal when's he done."
"Jake..." Brady said, but his voice was overpowered by a loud bass test blasted from distant speakers.
J.J. looked mortified, and drunk. They would have to stay regardless, until the man sobered. Jake couldn't figure out his son's fancy foreign car in the daytime, and he wasn't about to try in the middle of the night with a belly full of Scotch and little else. "Jake, I'm sure J.J. meant nothing by it." Marlene patted the younger man's arm. "You look like you agree with him, Marlene." Jake couldn't stand it any longer. For weeks the two had badgered him constantly about one thing or another—if not retirement, then hiring extra help. Slowing down, accepting age, and now this veiled talk of age and love. They were driving at something; even amid the bright lights and loud music, J.J. and Marlene were easily transparent. Jake had to wonder if the two were united in some conspiracy.
He felt a light brush to his side. A clandestine glance to one side told him the three young ladies at the table appreciated his challenge.
Marlene coyly raised an eyebrow and drew her wineglass closer. "Well, present company excluded, I haven't seen many relationships like that last. There's so little in common, so many factors...I just think two people closer in age are more apt to a lasting relationship, is all."
"Like you and Chet?" Jake asked. Yes, it was a cheap shot, but Marlene hadn't exactly been the picture of tact.
Marlene soured. "I don't expect that to last very long," she said, and Jake felt immediately sorry for having stooped so low. He should have realized Marlene might still be smarting over being left for a younger woman. Irascible as she had been lately, she didn't deserve the poor treatment by her ex-husband.
"Eventually, they'll break up," Marlene continued, sounding confident. "One will tire of the other and become drawn to somebody closer in age. It's the way, I believe. Like goes with like." "Good argument for the gay movement." Jake heard Sue mutter into her martini. "You and Cindy had a good, long marriage. You were the same age, there had to be something there," Marlene said to him. "Really, Jake, look around you." She gestured to the tightly packed bodies around them. "You're old enough to have fathered any of these girls. Can you honestly say you could have a lasting, loving relationship with any of them?"
"Not with just any of them," Jake conceded, and cast a glance to the younger women around him. Ellie, Sue, and Lauren appeared enthralled by the exchange, left hanging for the rest of his answer.
He winked at them before turning back to Marlene. "I don't know if I could top the kind of relationship I had with Cindy, but if the right lady came around, I wouldn't give a damn how old she was. In fact, the young the better, to keep up with me."
He flagged down the waitress for another drink. Marlene opened her mouth to respond but was drowned out by Cal's introduction of the next song. * * * Yes! There was hope. Lauren sipped her drink. He could only be saying that to piss Marlene off, you know. She grimaced. Her conscience had taken on Blowjob Bob's voice of late, and it unnerved her. Her attempts to blot it away by singing Cal's music in her head was not working. That left only a good dose of alcohol to dull any doubts. She didn't wait to finish the one in her hand, and ordered a Scotch and Coke when Jake requested a refill on his own.
A hand brushed her from behind, and she started. Brady was leaning over Sue; he soon soothed her with a pat to the shoulder, and she followed his hand as he pointed at Jake. "Jake, put it away," she heard him call, but Jake had yet to return his wallet to his pants. "I got this one, too." Jake looked past her and nodded, then turned back to enjoy the music. Brady leaned in closer and brushed against her ear. "Yours, too, babe." Lauren felt her skin prickle at his words. Everything from Brady Garriston sounded like a come-on, and it didn't help that she caught the aroma of pussy on his fingers as he touched her. The thought that Brady could be so brazen as to finger fuck his wife—and even his best friend's wife—in public set her own pussy close to the melting point. She barely managed a thanks when Brady added, "Anything else, you name it." Now, there was no mistaking that remark. When Brady released his grip and leaned
back, she had to wonder where those fingers would be next. She didn't have to turn around for her answer. The distinct moaning of the two women behind her was an obvious clue. Still, the alcohol
burning through her veins, coupled with the growing surge of arousal, encouraged her to shift in her chair and turn away from the stage. Sure enough, Brady's hands were under the table, and the two ladies flanking him wore similar expressions of ecstasy.
The search under the table for a purposely dropped keychain confirmed her suspicions. Lauren imagined her chair would flood as she bent over to see two pairs of legs spread apart, each of Brady's hands stroking a bare pussy. It didn't appear to be gentle stroking, either, with the way Brady rubbed their pussy lips and clits, and curled his fingers inside them. He fingered each pussy the way he played the piano, practiced and quick, hitting all the right notes. Lauren wished for him to grow a third arm, and saw he sported a rather impressive third leg about to burst from his jeans.
The heady scent of sex made her dizzy, more so than the drinking. The bulge in Brady's pants seemed to grow, and her mouth watered with the temptation to remain underneath the table, release his cock from its confines, and offer it a new home deep inside her mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she tasted cock, and she missed the sensation terribly. No doubt one like Brady's would keep her occupied for a long time.
"Back," she warned herself, and slowly rose. Inviting as the prospect of restaurant sex was, and no doubt Brady wouldn't mind, Lauren knew she had to stay focused. The only cock she wanted was Jake's. In her mouth, in her pussy, up her ass...wherever he wanted to put it, she'd take it.
She straightened in her seat and curled a hand around the fresh glass before her. J.J. and Marlene studied the stage with twin begrudged expressions. Sue and Ellie rocked to the music played in the air and on their clits. Onstage, Cal swiveled his hips and pounded his bass quitar as the lady singer matched his notes with an infectious scat that had to be improvised. Lauren could only sit, hypnotized as she watched Cal's fingers dance up and down the neck of his bass, and imagining how well and how quickly his hands could drive a woman to orgasm. Holy hell, she needed to come. She scooted her chair closer to the edge of the table and grabbed her crotch, stroking her pussy over layers of slacks and panties. She couldn't feel much, but it would have to do until she could figure out a way through the crowd to the ladies room where she could masturbate in relative privacy. She tried to aim for her clit but found it difficult, having to negotiate with the thick seam that held her pants together. Furiously she rubbed her pussy but felt no sensation to indicate she was any closer to orgasm.
Yet, she nearly wet herself in fright when a second hand, not her own, touched down on her thigh. "Let me help," Sue whispered in her ear. She smelled of sex and booze. Sue deftly undid the clip that concealed the zipper flap on Lauren's slacks. Even in the din of bass and deep vocals and general audience melee, Lauren could hear the zipper being undone. Holy hell. Sue didn't wait for a yes. She was actually going to do this. "This isn't what I had in mind," Lauren hissed back, yet made no move to stop her friend. Sue had slipped her hand beneath the wispy layer of lace panty and attempted to stroke skin. It felt too good to discourage. It had been too long since somebody touched her this way. Damn it. It should be Jake doing this. "You want to come, I know. You'll feel better when you do, I want to help." "Wha...?" Lauren checked the other side of the table. Neither Marlene, J.J., or Jake had a clue. She quietly conceded and relaxed her thighs, allowing Sue better access. The other woman's hand gently stroked her pussy lips, delving her fingers in and out of the folds, until one found her clit.
"Your pussy feels wonderful," Sue purred as she tugged Lauren's clit in circular motion.
That feels wonderful . Lauren had to admit, Sue knew what she was doing, and she did it so well. For a brief moment, Lauren regretted not joining that orgy when invited.
"Just close your eyes and pretend Jake is doing this," Sue buzzed in her ear. "Jake is stroking your clit and loving your pussy, making you wet."
With Sue tangled in her pussy lips; Lauren exhaled a pleasured sigh, then sucked in air when a finger breached her flooded core.
"That's lovely. I wish I could see your pussy now. Jake would love it. Just picture him slamming his cock into that beautiful, wet pussy. Can you feel it? Can you feel him fucking you?" Yes. Sue's husky giggling caressed every nerve, and increased her heartbeat. She'd come in record time by virtue of the other woman's voice at this rate. That Sue's lips nearly brushed the outer shell of her ear helped.
Lauren trembled. She needed support, and grasped Sue's thigh, only to brush against Brady's wrist. He continued to work Sue's own clit with a fervor that rivaled Sue's hand. Still, Lauren would likely beat her to the climax.
"That's it,baby. Come," Sue urged. The rough tugging stopped, and Sue alternated quickly between rubbing Lauren's clit and probing her cunt. "Come for Jake. Let him know how much you love it."
Yes . The buildup in her pussy was too much to bear, her orgasm was close. Lauren blocked out the surrounding noise and kept focus on the vision behind her eyes, of Jake fingering her pussy and guiding her to heaven. He would do this, she decided. No more side-stepping around her feelings. He would have to know how she felt and what she wanted him to do to her. Once Jake knew the truth, how could he refuse her? He'd already conceded that a relationship with a younger woman was not out of the question, and given how hard he was right now, Lauren was a step closer to her goal.
Just as quickly as her building orgasm teetered on the edge, it suddenly fell back and Lauren felt it dissolve to nothing. How hard he was now? "Lauren?" Sue released her touch and left her hand limp in Lauren's lap. Lauren looked over to Jake, who stared back at her in drunken shock, then followed
his gaze as it slowly cast downward. Lauren's hand was in Jake's lap. Somewhere in the course of Sue stroking her, Lauren had reached, unbidden, for
Jake's cock and had stroked it to stone. Lauren drew her hand back and grasped her drink. The cold of the rocks glass stung
her skin. "Jake," she said, mortified. "I'm s-so..." Jake looked away, clearly embarassed. Lauren imagined her face was just as red, and quickly she remembered her indiscretion, though Sue no longer touched her. She snatched a cloth napkin for her lap.
"I-I should go," Jake said, so quietly Lauren could barely hear it. She could, however, read his lips. Jake calmly righted the crotch of his jeans and stood, then motioned for J.J. to leave. "Jake," Lauren said, "please, let me—" "That's okay, Lauren, it's getting late." Jake smiled at her, and it surprised Lauren how calm he could be in spite of what she had done. His crotch was eye level now, and Lauren could tell his cock was still erect, just arranged so it wasn't as obvious. This was not how she wanted him to find out about her feelings for him. There were pictures, yes, but everything she had planned was intended for private revelation. She never sought to embarass him like this.
Jake spoke over her head to a silent, seemingly subdued Brady. "Please give Cal our regrets. See you at the store." With that, J.J. rounded the table and gladly escorted his father away.
"Well, I might as well get moving, too. Night, all," Marlene said hurriedly. She took off after both men, casting one last smug look at Lauren before leaving. Had the old woman known what Lauren had done? Doubtful, but since Lauren had come to the beach with the Briscoes, Marlene must have surmised she was powerless to move, and took the opportunity to accost Jake in the street.
As it was, Lauren was powerless to move, frozen by guilt. The remainder of Cal's show was spent fighting back the tears and drowning in Scotch, unresponsive to Sue's comforting, sympathetic touch across her neck and shoulders.
Eight
Jake spent most of the next week in Suffolk, seeing the new store to completion. He wanted to be sure all the machines worked and the inventory checked out before he handed Danielle the keys for the soft opening. The Dareville store saw very little of him as a result, which is how Jake had planned it. Though he knew that Danielle should have been there instead of him, since it would be her store to run, he insisted on doing the work himself. Danielle needed the experience of operating a functioning store on her own, was his
excuse, and everybody seemed to buy it.
When he steered his truck into the lot early that Friday morning, an odd feeling rumbled in the pit of his stomach. He had been away so long, he wondered how soon he could reacclimate to the environment.
As it was, it was definitely too soon to face Lauren again, after the fiasco at Maui Joe's. No doubt the store's other employees had accepted his alibi in preparing the Suffolk store, but certainly Lauren knew he had been intentionally avoiding her. Better to face the eventuality today, he decided, and maybe their meeting wouldn't turn unpleasant.
What would he say to her? He had too much to drink that night, but could he really use that as an excuse? He would have to, he couldn't bear for Lauren to know the truth; it was his libido that had been his true undoing. How could he tell Lauren that just the mere sight of her that night, a surreptitious glance that revealed a beautiful body swaying to the music, set his cock to attention? That the sight of her just sitting there prompted an image in his mind of the nude photo planted in his computer, which further excited him? That over the past two weeks, since seeing that photo, he had entertained thoughts of Lauren that were anything but professional? Thought he fought to dismiss, but failed?
His cock had been hard for a few good minutes before Lauren's hand found its way there by chance. What's more, though he didn't know what prompted her brazen move that night, he hadn't minded it so much. The thought of what might happen next scared him enough to run.
Don't be silly . He knew what inspired Lauren to touch him. If she did have a thing for him, perhaps her boldness had been manifested by her own imbibing. All the same, he was hard first, so by logic he had to take blame.
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