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My New Life 3: The Housewarming Party

Date: 9/14/2017, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Group Sex, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Junkwithgravy, Rating: 94, Source: sexstories.com

from her friends without a reaction, but a stranger was another story entirely. “Here you go, sir. I can take it from you whenever you’re ready.” He said as he handed me the bill. I took a look at the total. For the quality of restaurant and number of people, I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t over eighty dollars. “You ladies can go out to the car, if you’d like,” I suggested. “I’ll be out after I pay for dinner.” “Are you sure?” Abbie asked. “Yeah, we can wait.” Clara agreed. “I won’t be long. Besides,” I shrugged, “there’s something I want to ask the waiter.” “If you’re sure,” said Clara. I nodded. “Okay then, let’s go out to the car while he pays for his ‘move in crew.’ I’ll go to the convenience store that’s next door to buy some mouthwash.” As the trio walked towards the door, I heard Sophie ask Clara, “You’re really hoping for some adventurous Dares for the two of you, aren’t you. Wow, Abbie, just look at Clara’s smile! Maybe we should pick up some…” I couldn’t make anything else out after that. A few minutes later Bocelli returned to pick up my credit card. I figured now was as good a time as any, so I asked him my first question. “We really weren’t your normal type of customers, were we.” I guess that one was less of a question, but I still wanted to know. “You were definitely… different,” he said at last,“but I enjoyed serving the four of you tonight.” “Different, huh?” I laughed. “That’s almost as bad as ‘interesting.’” “I suppose that does sound a little ... rude,” he amended quickly. “I actually found your table refreshingly normal. You didn’t act all stuffy and try to fit in. I admire the fact that you were comfortable even though you were likely out of your comfort zone.” “I’m a good actor,” I remarked with my best deadpan expression. “Plus,” the waiter laughed, “you were funny enough to make me laugh. That makes a good evening in my books.” “Alright,” I said, “One last question.” He just waited for me to continue, “Is Bocelli your real name?” “Oh, God no!” he exclaimed. “Oops, please excuse my language sir. My real name is Jonathan, or John. The owner wants us to seem like a genuine Italian staff, so we all get these goofy names.” His smile faltered when he realized what he’d said, “Please don’t tell my boss I said that.” “Why would I do that?” I asked rhetorically. “Maybe if your service was poor, but nope, my lips are sealed.” “Thanks,” he bowed his head slightly to show his appreciation. “I’ll be back with your receipt.” True enough, he returned a couple minutes later. I gave him a tip, not an extravagant one but it was decently sized. I made my way out to the car and waited for my friends to return from the store. A few minutes later, they walked out of the CVS carrying one bag each. “Did you get one of each flavor?” I asked sarcastically. “No, don’t be silly. The shoes were on sale,” Abbie responded with an appropriately sized eye roll. I suppose I should’ve expected sarcasm in return. “C’mon, let’s get going,” I sighed. As ...