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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

place, I had a reservation and we were seated almost immediately. We were seated at a round table in a corner where most of the light literally came from the candles on the tabletop. The girls decided that we didn’t need to close the curtains because it was so dark and people wouldn’t really be looking at us Our waiter, Bocelli, (I’ll be damned if that was his real name, but that’s what his nametag said.) gave us glasses of water. After taking our salad orders he asked us, “Is this on separate bills or all together?” I suppose we did look out of place with our less than formal attire. “Just one check please,” I raised my hand. “I’m taking my moving crew out for dinner.” That comment earned me a punch on each arm, from Clara on my left and Abbie on my right. “Ouch, joking.” I muttered before correcting myself, “I’m taking my FRIENDS out for dinner.” This time I only got a punch on the left from Clara. “Oh, right, I’m taking my GIRLFRIEND,” I stared dramatically at Clara, “and two of my other FRIENDS,” now it was time Abbie and Sophie turn to receive a stare, “out for dinner.” “Very good sir,” Bocelli smiled in what seemed to be genuine amusement. “I’ll be back with your salads in a few minutes.” “Move in crew?” Sophie hissed from the other side of the table. “Just ‘friends?’” Clara elbowed me in the ribs. “First of all,” I addressed Sophie first. “If you expected me to be serious just because I have my own apartment now, you’re going to be very disappointed.” I turned to ... Clara with a very different look, “And Clara, I’m sorry. That was a genuine slip of the tongue, and I apologize.” I squeezed her hand to emphasize my sincerity. “That’s okay, Tiger.” she kissed my cheek before whispering in my ear. “I’m sure you can find a way to use a ‘slip of your tongue’ of yours to make it up to me.” I probably should’ve been worried about the other two hearing that remark, but I found myself far too excited to care. “Tiger?” Abbie asked. “What’s that about?” “That’s her pet name for me.” I explained. “It took her a bit to find one that worked.” “Not that long,” Clara protested. After a moment of thought, Abbie replied, “I can think of worse names.” “Like ‘junior’ or ‘little guy,’” Sophie offered. “Or ‘Mr. Chuckle berry.’” “Stop it you two,” Clara laughed. “Tiger works fine.” “Yeah,” I agreed before looking to my right, “Really, Abbie? Chuckle berry?” “Yeah, do you like it?” “No! God no!” I said to a chorus of laughs around the table. While we were still laughing, ‘Bocelli’ returned with a tray full of salads. After he’d placed them in front of us he asked, “Is there anything else I can get you for now?” When we shook our heads he continued, “Just call if you need anything. The chef wanted me to tell you that your meals should be out in under ten minutes.” “Thanks Bocelli,” Sophie gave him her most dazzling smile. “These salads look great.” “You’re very welcome, miss,” he returned her smile. “Do you want me to close the curtains to give you some privacy?” ...