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My Girl Friend? Chapter 5
Yes, this is still the first date, I know 5 chapters and we have not
finished the first date and let me tell you this, there are 2 more, yes
TWO more chapters and we still have not finished the first date. So,
if you are with me, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. If you have
not read the first 4.. well you should, as it will make a lot more
sense. I use the word "lot" loosely, as it still doesn't make sense to
me.. oh, leave a note of review if you care to, I love to hear what
you are thinking. Hugs.. and well, have fun.
I know that many of you have, I should not say complained but at least
acknowledged that my writing style is well disjointed. Even a bit hard
to follow, and I will tell you the truth.... your right, it is. But
oh, my word, so is my life right now, upside down and without a joint
(not that kind) to hold it together. But here I am ... But let's move
on, as I am sure if you are reading this ... You're saying to
yourself... What happens next? I am still shaking my head as I did
not believe it either, and I was there... Really.
So, I am not going to go on about the dinner, it was the same old
dinner date you probably have had. Ha Ha. NOT! But this did move
forward in the some manner, light conversation and with me in a high
chair... Well, read the last chapter if you don't believe me.
But things moved quickly forward after Marcie came to the table.
All eyes literally swung from their dinner choices to the dining room's
wide-open door, like a magnet, as she stepped through. Tall, although
not as tall as Brenda, but comparing everything else about her and what
she wore, you could easily say she was clearly a most impressive
figure. She wore her dark hair that swept up and back with a colorful
clip, highlighting her movie star looks. The style only emphasizing
her eyes, deep brown with long black lashes so thick and luxurious (
now I sound like a Revlon commercial..LOL) that I could see from my
chair. I had to turn my head somewhat, and I still had a bottle stuck
in my mouth. She wore a short black leather coat over a shiny red
dress, the thigh high dress seemed to shimmer under the soft light of
the restaurant. She stopped her traverse across the thick carpet,
scanning the crowd that stood nearly silent, mesmerized by her rare
beauty. Upon seeing Brenda, a smile caused the previous look to
magnify, as if it had been put under the strongest spotlight. She
proceeded without further delay to our table.
"Oh, Brenda, he is just a doll, so cute," Marci said coming up to the
table, spinning my high chair around to face her. "Are you going to
keep him?" She looked from me to Brenda, the lost puppy, me, would
find a new home if Brenda had declined.
"Yes, at least on trial, we met most recently." I smiled behind the
rubber tit, as recent equaled this morning. I stopped sucking for a
second refreshing my memory just how much change had already occurred,
the high chair, the bindings, tight holds both now and during my ride,
each of her requests emphasized that in ways the changes were difficult
to explain, holding me in place, literally as well as figuratively, but
this madness would only fill a single day, just one date. "He's a real
challenge but I can see he has potential. I am considering the
possibility, but this is still just a first date," she continued.
Of course, I smiled, both at the compliment, at least I was going to
accept the comment as such, and on top of that, a potential future. I
had my second bottle stuck between my lips so I really could not say or
respond all that well. My smile would be all I could share at the
moment. Brenda had made sure I was well aware of the rules, no talking
and the baby bottle firmly secured between my lips until empty.
"I met him this afternoon," Brenda replied, "he's just a little boy, he
tells me he is 18, even that he is in college, but he looks like he
could be in fourth grade." She stopped took a sip of wine. "Oh yes,
he has the cutest little penis."
Without a word or request for attention, Marci, reached in between my
legs and grabbed my little toy showing no hesitation and minus my
invitation. Her long fingers cupped the small mound that formed in
inside my tight pants, further highlighted by the tight panties, both
hiding my man hood quite completely. Marcie fingers squeezed around
the little formed cup holding my toy until she held the play thing
between her fingers.
"Oh, sweet girl, your little pee-pee is just precious," she giggled
lightly, her face just inches from mine. Her near black hair brushed
against my face, deep brown eyes, looked into my very self. She pulled
the bottle from my lips and gave me a kiss, wet and full. My eyes
closed involuntarily as she took me for her own. I was sure she could
taste the sweet hot breast milk that still lingered in between my lips.
"You're bringing this piece of cake to the party .... Yes?"
"That would be the plan, he still has another bottle to finish."
Marcie took a seat next to Brenda, the waiter coming directly with a
second glass of wine. The girls essentially ignored me. Their
conversation was deep in what I call innuendo, and private memories,
quiet whispers mixed with kisses and soft touches. They were very
close and intimate. Then things turned back to me.
"So, this cute little boy will be your new boyfriend."
I smiled at the word cute, but questioned the term boyfriend, my gaze
going back and forth between the two intensively attractive women. The
age differences between myself and my date only seemed to be expanded
as this new beauty added a few more years to the equation. My voice
quieted by the second sweet bottle of breast milk that currently filled
my mouth. But again, the idea of being called "boyfriend" could not be
considered unnoticed, and honestly the term brought a smile around the
nipple stuck in my mouth.
"It's an open possibility, we will see," Brenda answered.
"But you are coming to Melissa's tonight?"
"Yes, I planned to have him accompany me. We should be heading there
shortly, but first his third bottle."
A few moments later another waiter boy came to the table baring a tray
and the requested third serving, his silver tray carried a third full
baby bottle of warmed breast milk, capped with a thick rubber tit, he
also carried a broad smile. He took his time around the table, dusting
off the crumbs from the appetizer of fried clams they had shared the
extra time at the table insured he could get a good view of the boy
strapped tightly into a high chair, me of course and the striking women
at the table. The girls paid him not a second of their attention
practically inviting the teen the chance to enjoy the view of my
enforced predicament.
"May I be of any other service?" he asked standing next to my high
chair.
Brenda looked at Marci each girl smiling at the waiter's interruption,
with a near common thought, how can we add more embarrassment to my
situation with this generous offer. I looked a bit nervous, I am sure
as the girls whispered back and forth, their giggles growing as their
plan unfolded.
"Yes, dear boy, would you be so kind as to hold his bottle for him, and
after a few seconds pull it free, and wipe his lips softly with your
finger, you will invariably need to let him suck your finger free of
any milky residue," Brenda's instruction issued calmly as if she was
requesting an extra napkin.
"I would be glad to offer that service to you," he said. I could see
his little cock growing inside his tight white shorts. The restaurant
had a very strict policy is to their service personnel, his shorts were
skin tight and shorter than the ones I was currently wearing. "Would
there, be any other preferred care that I can offer."
"Yes, dear boy," Marcie said, looking first at Brenda, then a giggle
shared between them. "Once your finger is cleaned off," Marcie
continued. "I think it would be most efficient if you were to lick his
lips making sure there are no remains of milk slop," Marcie burst out
laughing. Brenda hid her face behind her hand but her laughter spilled
out fully.
"Oh, and not just on his outer lips but inside his mouth too, please be
thorough," Brenda chimed in laughing behind her hand, "your meticulous
care will be rewarded in your tip."
There was no doubt in my mind that this had moved from just holding a
baby bottle to my lips, to an activity that could only be described as
highly gay. The boy not much older than I now stood next to the table,
his full erection well displayed, pushing out against the thin white
material. The instructions given by my "girlfriend", a name or
description that I had as yet not accepted, could not be more well
received by the young man if he had been offered a thousand dollars in
an instant lottery game.
"Yes, your instructions are quite clear madam, I will do as you
request."
I am sure you can just imagine my questioning look at his point,
licking my lips and then inside as well, it screamed he would be
kissing me. I so wanted to yell "No", the other bottle just about
finished still be between my lips, and eyes saying to Brenda that no,
this was not in the cards, I had not signed up for such an event.
I saw the young man move closer, and could look into his eyes, the same
fear, and we'll just say fear in my eyes, clearly could not be seen in
his, more lust if I could put a name to it, were captured in his baby
blue eyes. His name tag displayed his name, Toby, I guess I could call
him handsome, probably cute would be more apt. The boy had sort of
curly blonde hair, just down to his neck, blue eyes, I think I already
mentioned that, not very tall, maybe 5 foot 8 but definitely under six
foot. He smiled at me as he picked up the new bottle, waiting for me
to finish the one I had still sucked on.
The girls were whispering again and watching. Toby reached over and
moved some of my hair out of my face, the move was so soft, I smiled up
at him, knowing that the bottle he held would soon be placed by him in
my mouth. The rest of her instructions sat like indelible ink echoed
on my forehead, this cute boy only moments from now would be kissing
me.
The slurps of an empty bottle urged him to action, as he reached over
and took the emptied bottle from my hands, and then placed the nipple
of the new bottle in my mouth. Of course, the warmed milk instantly
filled my mouth, the sweet warmth closing my eyes. I felt his hand
again stroke my hair, the touch so gentle, it caused me to open my eyes
and look up at him again, as he pulled the bottle free. I knew the
steps that were coming next. His finger, lightly brushed across my
lips, smoothing the remains of thick milk slop and my baby drool to one
side, and then his placement of the slightly wet finger against my lips
waiting for me to open my mouth. Knowing that my only choice might be
to scream and bolt, I could if I desired, but the night of extras would
end. I could not let that happen. His finger passed my lips and into
my open mouth and I licked and then let the finger slip deeper inside.
Closing my lips around his finger I sucked the cream and spit clean. I
held his warm finger to me for seconds longer, sucking it deeply,
making sure the next step could never happen. But time moves forward,
doesn't it? He slowly pulled his finger free, my suction never
wavering, the pop, caused giggles from behind the table, and he leaned
down so close.
Oh, I know your expecting me to tell you about the kiss, as that is
what it was, a kiss. Brenda had arranged it, made sure the boys kiss
and his intention were well understood, by both Toby and myself. But I
can't share that, ...noooo.
Brenda just read this and she said ... well I am sure you know what she
said. There is no argument, there is never an argument.
Ok, let me see. My mouth felt empty, without his slim finger taking
hold of me, his touch seemed right, at least now, looking back on it.
I looked up and saw him, his cute face a few freckles across his nose,
his lovely thick lips, coming toward me, and then we were together, my
mouth opened almost on its own, welcoming? I ask myself that now, no, I
am being directed to do this, I have no choice. His tongue, hot and
narrow, strong and searching licking, cleaning, sucking the remains of
the breast milk that lingered. Time seemed to stand still. At last we
parted, my eyes opened, I looked up and saw him. He looked different.
His attention on me, more open, warm, his eyes twinkling in the soft
light, he licked his lips taking the shared breast milk remaining still
on his lips to his mouth, swallowing the sweet taste, the baby bottle
in his hand came to me once more, touching my slick lips waiting to be
slipped inside. He held it still, counting the seconds before I would
open my lips and suck the syrupy liquid again. I looked up at his
face, but all I could see then were his pretty blue eyes, the nipple
entered past my lips, the rubber tit deep in my mouth, he jiggled the
tip softly, urging his baby to nurse, I began to suck allowing the warm
sweet milk to fill my mouth once more. I swallowed both milk and the
remainder of his slick spit. I watched his grin grow knowing that my
lips would be his again in only a few moments.
There does that fill your need? The question I ask, as these words hit
the paper, is why is my penis, my little cock, so erect, why is it
pushing against my tight shorts, nearly visible? Is yours?
How many times...? How many times did the sweet boy do Brenda's
bidding, how many times did he taste me, how many times did Brenda and
Marcie giggle, make secret comments in each other's ears? How many?
Yes, 10 times and each time the rubber nipple tip escaped my lips,
open, welcoming his tender finger for my attentions, yes, as he slipped
his wet finger into my mouth, knowing seconds later I would be feeling
his lips against mine, his tongue searching, waiting for his kiss, my
questioning as we parted, was this her control or had that passed to
me. One night only... just the single date and as Toby took me each
time to a place I had never entered before, I asked, what else could
she include.
"Toby dear," Brenda said enjoying the scene she had orchestrated
looking around her glass of wine, "thank you so much for your excellent
service. We must depart, please accept this small thanks," she added
handing the boy standing obediently by the table his hands folded
neatly behind his back, his erection still well displayed pushing out
proudly for all to see. "We look forward to future visits and I know
Jeremy will show his appreciation. Jeremy, please say thank you to
Toby."
I could barely move as the straps holding me tightly to the high chair,
but I turned my head to Toby, knowing that again I had been given
another instruction by Brenda, a thank you should not be that
difficult. "Thank you, Toby," I said afraid to look at him directly.
"You're most welcome, dear boy," Toby answered in his soft voice.
Brenda smiled but waved her glass in Toby's direction, a directive,
more an expectation of a continuance, marking his appreciation. He
smiled and then leaned over me, his hand behind my head and this time
the kiss, nothing like before, deep and full taking me to his desire.
I don't know how long it lasted, seconds or minutes or forever. But
when it ended I asked the question... Well, I am sure you know what
question that might be.
So, let's take a second and move forward. Yes, the high chair straps
were released, we left the table and the restaurant, her hand holding
tight to my leash, she led me back to the car. The insertion, as to
what I called it, the requirements for tight restrictions in movements
and full limits of speech, necessities for safe travel, were once more
installed, seeming to me, at least, even tighter. Funny, the second
time I felt less restricted but more secure and safe. Strange huh?
Her driving skill and speed, now more accepted, took us with a
direction and urgency to our destination.
I know this is a bit short but the next issue is coming or it might
already be here shortly. And oh my, is the party hot.. But this is
just one night of crazy ... Ah yes, one night. No, not really .. But
for now, ...yes one night.
As we pulled in to the drive way the gate opened, and the house a
mansion of some size was displayed. I love architecture lighting,
coupled with garden highlights and you have an artist's rendition of
perfection. The two blondes, strapped to poles in the garden, well
lit, added a unique flavor to the garden. The looked like they could
be twins, both nude of course, so well displayed. Yes, the night had
only started.
Ah yes... more soon
Thank you dear sis for your support and editing.. so much more to
come.
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