Molly (for whom I am most thankful)
Posted: 04 Dec 2014 05:39
I met Molly over Thanksgiving break, at one of those restaurants that does a non-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving set menu dinner. I don't have family here, and since I grew up in a place that didn't celebrate Thanksgiving I usually give it a pass. But someone suggested I try out this place, and the set menu looked amazing, so I thought why not?
I was expecting fancy and so I wore a suit, but it was casual. I flirted with a woman who was at my table, but she wasn't biting. After dinner I ambled over to the restaurant lounge and bellied up, and ended up sitting next to Molly and Carol. They looked somewhat alike, and it turned out this was because they Molly was Carol's mom -- though she didn't look old enough to be. (They were, as it turned out, 39 and 22 years old, respectively.) We jawed a lot, and much laughter was had. Then at one point after a lot of wine, I don't remember what I said but whatever it was it resulted in Molly and Carol each saying almost simultaneously, "We're not going home with you."
I over-acted the role of the deeply wounded. They laughed along, and began to say they were sorry they had assumed I was trying to pick them up. "Too late," I cried. "And you know what? I don't even want to go home with you now." They went along with it, laughing. It was a fun schtick, and we were all having fun. And then at one point Carol said she needed to get home and get some sleep. "Oh, but it's early!" said Molly, and then 10 minutes later it was somehow decided that Carol would go home then and I would drive Molly home later. And I did. On the way, though, there might have been some fingering and oral sex in my car. (Neither to completion.) And then there might have been a slight detour to have about two hours of sweaty fucking at my place. (And I mean very sweaty. After the first hour and a half, we opened a window despite the fact that it was bite-ass cold outside. And man, that cold wind felt great. Without it, I think we would have stopped then, instead of rallying for more about 15 minutes later.
And also: it was another drama-less night, thank you very much.
Enjoy.
I was expecting fancy and so I wore a suit, but it was casual. I flirted with a woman who was at my table, but she wasn't biting. After dinner I ambled over to the restaurant lounge and bellied up, and ended up sitting next to Molly and Carol. They looked somewhat alike, and it turned out this was because they Molly was Carol's mom -- though she didn't look old enough to be. (They were, as it turned out, 39 and 22 years old, respectively.) We jawed a lot, and much laughter was had. Then at one point after a lot of wine, I don't remember what I said but whatever it was it resulted in Molly and Carol each saying almost simultaneously, "We're not going home with you."
I over-acted the role of the deeply wounded. They laughed along, and began to say they were sorry they had assumed I was trying to pick them up. "Too late," I cried. "And you know what? I don't even want to go home with you now." They went along with it, laughing. It was a fun schtick, and we were all having fun. And then at one point Carol said she needed to get home and get some sleep. "Oh, but it's early!" said Molly, and then 10 minutes later it was somehow decided that Carol would go home then and I would drive Molly home later. And I did. On the way, though, there might have been some fingering and oral sex in my car. (Neither to completion.) And then there might have been a slight detour to have about two hours of sweaty fucking at my place. (And I mean very sweaty. After the first hour and a half, we opened a window despite the fact that it was bite-ass cold outside. And man, that cold wind felt great. Without it, I think we would have stopped then, instead of rallying for more about 15 minutes later.
And also: it was another drama-less night, thank you very much.
Enjoy.
