“Just like your relationship with her, our relationship is more than sex,” I admitted.
“I know this must sound very naive, but I didn’t know women could feel that way for each other.”
Gianna was right, he was very traditional.
“We can Tim,” I said, smiling slightly.
“I’ll shut up now before I come across as a bigger simpleton than I probably already do.”
We both laughed, and for the first time that evening, I felt really comfortable around him.
“You didn’t get out much in Utah, did you?”
“Hey now!” He said playfully.
I could see why she was so crazy about him. He was a nice guy who was obviously stone in love with her. What’s not to like?
Gianna returned from the restroom to a table that was completely different than the one she had left. Tim and I were laughing and joking with each other and it actually felt like we had been friends for years.
“Well, you two are getting along good, you’ll have to catch me up, what did I miss?”
It was time to mess with Tim a little bit.
“He was just telling me how you do this thing with your tongue when you’re in bed together and it just drives him crazy.”
Tim’s face instantly turned a deep shade of crimson that I had never seen before while Gianna simultaneously gave me a shocked, playful expression. I quickly learned that Tim was a true wide-eyed innocent and all I had to do was bring up something even remotely sexual and that was enough to render him a blushing, stuttering, stammering mess.
The rest of our dinner was amazing. Gianna ordered seafood risotto, I had the Chilean sea bass, and Tim ordered a New York strip steak. We had a wonderful time laughing and joking with each other and it was so much fun to hear them talk about their classes.
Because they were in the third year of the nursing program, they were able to take many of their classes together and they saw a lot of one another throughout the day. I had to admit I also felt a slight twinge of jealousy. They were the same age, on the same career path, and they seemed to have so much in common, much more so than James and I did. I hated to think that Tim and I were in some sort of competition for the affections of Gianna; but if we were, I thought he definitely had the inside track.
While we were eating our entrees, we decided to order a second bottle of wine, and because of the alcohol, we were all feeling loose and relaxed. When the check came, Tim nonchalantly pulled out his wallet and gave his credit card to our server. Outwardly, he acted like the bill was no big deal, but inwardly, I knew it probably was. I did some quick mental arithmetic, and I figured that the check had to be about $400 with the tip. I had thought about offering to pay for some, or even the entire bill. However, he was the one that asked us out to dinner, and I didn’t want to overstep my bounds because I was getting along so well with him.
Gianna told me that Tim was a part-time emergency medical technician, so I knew that he obviously had money to pay the bill. Nonetheless, I reasoned that a full-time student, who was working a part time job, probably didn’t have a lot of extra money, especially for such an extravagant dinner.
It also made me think of James and our evenings out and how that was changing me and my perception of the things around me. He had taken me to a lot of very swanky places like this one, and we ran up some very large tabs, which he always paid without batting an eye. At first, the extravagant expense of everything we did together really shocked me. However, as the time passed, I realized that I had gotten used to James’ money and maybe now, on some level, I was starting to take it for granted. That was obviously an attitude that I needed to work on correcting.
While we were finishing the last of our wine and waiting for the server to bring back Tim’s credit card, Gianna began speaking.
“So, the night is still young, what do we feel like doing now?”
“There’s a jazz club here that I’ve been wanting check out,” I said. “How would you guys feel about doing that?”
“Oh I’d love that,” Gianna said enthusiastically.
Gianna and I loved smooth jazz music. It was one of the first things that helped us bond as we were getting to know each other.
“Yeah that’s fine with me,” Tim said, apathetically.
I could tell he wasn’t that keen on the idea, but he also didn’t seem willing to throw a wrench into our plans.
It was a short walk inside the casino from the ‘35 + Martinis’ steakhouse to the ‘Blue Note’ jazz bar. When we approached the hostess station outside the bar, we learned that there was a $10 cover and a two drink minimum. Tim pulled out his wallet in an attempt to pay until I stopped him.
“Sorry buddy, but this is my idea, so I’m paying and if you don’t like it, you’re just going to have to wait in the car,” I said teasingly.
“My mom taught me never to argue with a pretty girl, so I guess I’ll be forced to relent,” he said with a soft smile.
The bar was very full, but not quite up to capacity. It had a small stage at the back of the room, and there were at least a hundred people listening to the soulful jazz music that the band was playing.
The room was somewhat dark like most bars and tastefully decorated with brown oak tables and chairs that were lit by purple lights that hung from the ceiling. The walls were painted red and were broken up by large black wooden columns, and each column had a black and white portrait of a famous jazz musician hanging from it. The club also had beautiful hardwood floors, and I noticed that a modest space was reserved near the bar for a small dance floor.
Almost immediately after the hostess had seated us, a pretty server came to our table to take our drink order.
“We need a bottle of Patron,” I said, “and three bottles of water.”
Tim’s eyes got wide when he heard my drink order.
“You want the whole bottle instead of just getting shots?”
“You’re drinking with the big girls tonight Timmy and you had better keep up,” I said saucily.
The live music coming from the stage was just amazing, and each time the band played a new song, a dozen couples went to the dance floor and started dancing seductively. I already had a pretty good buzz going from all the wine I had consumed at dinner, and as I did a series of Patron shots with Gianna and Tim, I could really feel the alcohol start to hit me. After the fourth tequila shot, I was feeling incredibly loose and relaxed.
“I want to dance,” Gianna said, as the band started to play a soulful rendition of an old Miles Davis classic.
Tim and I looked at her expectedly. I wasn’t sure which one of us she had been talking to or wanted to dance with. She giggled when she noticed the ‘lost’ look in my eyes.
“I want to dance with you Mel, Tim’s not much of a dancer.”
Once we were on the dance floor, we immediately wrapped our arms around each other and moved in unison to the beat of the seductive rhythm. Being in the “Blue Note’ was much different than being in a hip-hop club like ‘Rain’. We were the only same-sex couple dancing together and we were getting a lot of lustful, gawking, stares from those around us. It would have probably bothered me somewhat had I not been so buzzed from the alcohol. I felt Gianna’s hands squeezing and rubbing my ass as we began to make out. I knew the alcohol must have been getting to her too, because she was normally much more reserved when it came to public displays of affection, especially in such a predominantly heterosexual place like this.
“God, I want you, Mel,” she said huskily while licking and sucking on my earlobe.
Between the alcohol and Gianna’s very intense public foreplay, I was becoming very aroused and I knew the wetness from between my legs was beginning to soak my thong.
“What about Tim honey?” I said, between gasps and pants. Damn, her hot mouth was really getting to me.
“Just go with it Mel, it will be okay. Follow my lead.”
I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I decided to throw caution to the wind and trust her judgment.
The song ended and we walked back to the table hand in hand. When I saw Tim, it took everything in my power to not burst out laughing. His mouth was wide open and he had a look on his face that was somewhere between dumbfounded and flabbergasted.
“Do you know every single person in this club was watching that little performance you two just put on?” he said incredulously.
“Christ, they are still staring at you.”
Thankfully Gianna spoke up and deflected his question.
“This was your idea baby, not ours,” she said playfully. “You wanted to know what we are like when we’re together, now you’re finding out.”
I looked down and noticed she was rubbing the very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Tim might have been shocked by what Gianna and I had done on the dance floor, but obviously, our bawdy little display had a very physical effect on him as well.
“Mel and I talked about getting a room here, are you game?”
Get a room? We did?
“We are all way too drunk to drive home anyway,” she added.
I’ve been told that the greatest desire for any man is to be with two women. However, as I looked into Tim’s anxious, apprehensive eyes, I knew what Gianna was suggesting was scaring the hell out of him.
He started to open his mouth, but no sounds came out. At this point, I’m sure part of the stammering was due to the alcohol because he had been drinking just as much as me and Gianna. However, it was very apparent that the reality of what Gianna was proposing was hitting him hard.
“Don’t worry about the money baby, you paid for dinner, Mel paid for the club, I’ll pick up the room.”
It was all I could do to keep from bursting out in laughter. I was certain that his stunned reaction had nothing to do with money and I could almost see the trepidation etched on his face. A fantasy of his was quickly becoming reality and he looked terrified.
In all honesty, I had to admit that I was a little hesitant myself. When I met James, I promised him that he’d be the only man I’d have sex with. At the time, it seemed like an easy promise to keep. I had a few friends that were guys, but none of them interested me in a sexual way. Furthermore, spending a weekend with James every month more than satisfied my appetite for being with men.
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