Do it While You Can Part 3

Whoopde fuckin’ doo…I said yes, eagerly looking forward to a night in bed with that dashing blonde. But see, I wasn’t entirely innocent…I had a secret of my own…I wasn’t single.

The restaurant was Galucci’s  a new Italian pizza/pasta joint that had just opened up. It was known for its astronomically high prices but also for the high quality food, which was worth the two and a half hour wait.

James pulled up in his father’s new BMW. He kept it casual. He had on a blue polo shirt, and some black jeans.

“Here you go.” He said, giving the keys to the valet parking assistant.

It didn’t take him too long to find a table. But what disappointed him more, was the fact that his date still hadn’t showed up.

“What the hell?” he groaned. As he was about to put his head down, his worst nightmare came to life. Jessica, his current girlfriend walked up, obviously a waitress.

“Hey Jim?” she smiled. “So…what’re you doing here?”

He honestly felt like punching in her in the face, and answering ‘to stare at the tapestries’ but instead responded,

“Oh, just…wanted to check out the new restaurant. I like Italian food, and….yeah.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Cool, can I get you anything to drink?”

‘Poison’ so I can stop living this nightmare. He thought.

“Just water. Thanks, Jess.”

“Sure thing.” She winked, and walked off. He grumbled as he turned back to his table. Jessica was by far the worst of his girlfriends. She was like a parasite, one that no medicine other than perhaps…murder… cure. On their first night together, she’d arrived naked, with frosting smeared all over her body, asking him to lick it off. She did such a good job of covering herself that James’s mom had thought she was just wearing a really sweet smelling wedding gown. Furthermore, she was as clingy, as clingy could be. Every 5 minutes his phone vibrated with a new text, telling him how handsome he was, and how she wanted to hang out.

He tried to get his mind off the matter, by counting the dots on the table cloth. He’d gotten to 135 when…

Brenda arrived

“Hi.” She said. He didn’t have to look up to know that he’d been duped. But he forced his head up, and looked at her. The profile hadn’t been totally wrong…she still had blonde hair.

“Uhhhh…hi?” he said, forcing himself to smile. The woman was obviously older than him. Much older. She wasn’t ugly as such. In fact, she was quite attractive. However, the prospect of dating a woman old enough to be his professor in college left him feeling a bit queasy.

“Hi.” She smiled. A bright, white smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“How’s it going?”

“Hey.”

“How’s it going?”

“Great.” He replied, dazed. She was wearing a tight black dress, with a leather buckle around her firm waist. Her breasts were pushed up slightly by the blouse area, and the fabric stretched nearly to the point of tear, where her mammary protrusions pressed out. She didn’t look too old.