"I think we'd better go," Jamie said looking around self consciously.
"Hmm, oh yeah, sorry. I guess I got a little carried away," Trish/Dwayne said. Trish was finding it difficult to restrain her, now himself. She, now he, just felt so damn confident, and the impulse to simply charge ahead toward a goal and dominate was hard to resist. Trish always hated it when some guy came on like a freight train, and here she was doing the same thing. With an effort, Trish reminded himself to take it slow and easy, and there was every chance of getting Becky's uncle James by the balls.
"Ready to go," Trish asked as she grinned at her own silent turn of phrase? Sliding out of the booth and offering a hand out, Trish watched as James slid over. James' nipples were prominently erect in the air conditioning, and each wiggle and shift by James to slide out set those oh so full globes bobbling and jiggling. Trish had never given much thought to her own breasts, but watching James' breasts, no boobs, watching James' boobs bounce and smash against the table brought a nearly irrepressible urge to want to grab them and do a little smashing of his own.
Heading toward the door, Trish saw one of the waiters rounding the corner with several large milkshakes on a tray. Just as he was about to pass, Trish 'accidentally' backed into him. Most of the milkshakes hit the floor, but Trish managed to sweep one so that it dumped all over Trish's clothes. The waiter apologized, the manager apologized, and Trish pleasantly insisted that it was only a little mess, there was problem.
"I'm sorry about that, but the evening is still early, would you mind if I make a little detour to change clothes," Trish asked, knowing that James had never been to Trish's house.
James couldn't exactly say no. "Oh, uh sure. No problem," she said.
James was momentarily surprised when Dwayne opened the car door for her at the house. She had expected to wait in the car while Dwayne changed.
"Make yourself at home," Trish said pointing to the family room. "There's a bar in the corner if you'd like something. I'll just go change."
"Thanks," James said to Dwayne's departing back. God, I can't believe I got myself into this impossible situation. "Lord knows, I could sure use a drink," James muttered, wandering over to the bar to see what was there. It turned out to be very well stocked. "Screw this, I'm old enough, even if it doesn't look like it," James hissed and began pouring a drink.
