Awkward lessons part 1!

You got up the next day oddly excited. You had a massive erection. Another semi-wet dream of prom night. Morgan had been your date, but you merely stood “defense” behind the football stands while she fucked Bill. You wanted to jerk off, but you were nervous about getting caught. It was another weird dream. Still, you woke with an eagerness. You were actually excited to get to spend time this weekend with Bill and Morgan. As much as you hated to admit it, every-time they hung out it turned you on. You wanted to see them do things as a couple. It seemed so odd, but so fully arousing to you. It was as if you were watching a different Morgan when she was with Bill. The one from your dreams and fantasies. So mature, sexual, and confident in a way she never had been.

You ate breakfast, and got a message from Bill. “Come by Morgan's at eleven,” he said. He attached a picture of Morgan in a downward dog position, her wonderful little ass almost winked at you. He added, “Morgan says take care of your shit before you come over! Lol!”

You took a shower. Then got a group text from Morgan. “First lesson: dress nice, and get something before you come over!”

You were confused, “Like what?” What did she mean “dress nice”.

“Flowers, wine, something dummy....I'm trying to show you how to treat a lady,” she added. “Wear something that fits your confidence level. Don't over do it though.”

Your heart began to beat. Was this like a date with MORGAN? Was this how she teaches you about “women” as she put it. You texted Bill what it was about.

Bill confirmed it a few minutes later. “She wants to see what your like taking a hot girl out.”

You felt confusion, and shame. She knew what you were like, and it wasn't always good. It's not like she forgot. You had been on a date....wait, you thought, how long HAD it been? How long had it been without Bill in the picture?

You laughed the foolishness of it all off as you put on jeans. You took a look at your outfit. It wasn't much. Just jeans and a t-shirt. She had said to “dress nice”. For some reason you became increasingly nervous as you continued to get ready. Why, you screamed at yourself, its your own girlfriend. But when was the last time the two of you went out?

You began to change several times. Nothing was good enough, as you looked in the mirror. You began to get a lump in your throat and a knot in your stomach. Why, you asked yourself. It was as if you were going on a date with Morgan for the first time. In a way, you realized, it kind of was. Since this was the weekend, this was Bill's Morgan. A girl who was far more comfortable and proud of her body and looks.

You found yourself wanting to look VERY GOOD, and smell good. Maybe showing her a good time would stop all this from continuing. Your cock was throbbing in your pants at the thought of a date with your own girlfriend.

Morgan read your mind, and texted you in the group message “Did you take care of your shit?” She added a picture of her pulling her yoga pants down and exposing the top of her ass with no panties.

“I'm not kidding,” she added. “Lesson two: one of the biggest problems for guys like you is having a boner the WHOLE time. Its awkward and uncomfortable when a girl hasn't decided if she wants to sleep with you yet.”

Bill added, “No panties? NICE!”

Morgan added smiley faces with tongues out. “You know I don't wear panties working out. Gets too wet! Lol!”

You couldn't remember if you had ever noticed that yourself. Was this something new as well? You spent your shower jerking your cock hard and fast. You caught that she mentioned “deciding to have sex”. Would she make that decision with you? It made you hard as hell. You began to run over scenarios of hitting on her in your head. It was so strange, because in your mind you were sort of making a move on Bill's girl....”Bill's Morgan”. She was so different, so hot, so sexy, so open, and you wanted to just have a shot with her. Maybe even just a kiss. Just be close with her is all you needed right now. She was so smoking. It all felt weird, but you still jerked hard against the wall.

You wanted to get every drop out, to avoid the confusion of “poison” on the brain, as Bill had said before. Did he do the same before dates with Morgan? You know he used to, as he told you he masturbated to her. You wondered if he did it during the week now.

As you got ready to leave, Bill texted you “You 'flog the dolphin'”.

You told him “BIG TIME! LOL!”

Bill sent a picture of his dick in Morgan from behind. She was bent over the bathroom sink, her yoga pants were pulled down. Bill added, “Working on getting rid of mine! Lol!” Her pussy looked like it was sucking on Bill's cock it was so snuggly fit around his cock. You felt envious and realized he wasn't “jerking off” today. You felt your dick twitch a little, but it was no big deal you thought. You did your job.

You finally made the decision of what to wear. Something you wanted to “pull off”. You were dressed in a purple button up, black slacks, with your hair done in gel. You rarely did this. You checked your breath and self in the mirror before going out. You thought you looked great. This was going to work. It was all so new. You were excited to take Morgan out. Would Bill get mad? Is this how he felt when he got his first date with her? You stopped to get a dozen roses, and a bottle of Moscado. She loved that wine. It paid to know the beauty you were going to see. As you drove towards her house you got extremely anxious.

You arrived at Morgan's, and had to sit and breather for a few minutes. You went to the door and Bill greeted you. He had on a black collared shirt, stained jeans, and white running shoes. He looked slobbish, as he chugged a beer. Yet, even as you smiled to yourself about how much better you looked, something about him was all bravado. He grabbed you a beer and sat you down. He talked about football games. The post-season was happening and he wanted to know what you though about the games. You felt odd, with a bottle of wine in one hand, and a bunch of roses in the next. There was something truly strange brewing in the air, like you were coming over to take Bill's girlfriend out on a date. Wasn't this how it all started with HIM. You got even more nervous.

“Oh wow,” you heard Morgan say, “gorgeous roses,” you turned and you swear your heart stopped. Morgan had on a pair of short SHORT jean shorts. There were small pieces of pocket on the sides. Had she cut some of her jeans? You had NEVER seen her in anything REMOTELY that short. Your cock was growing just from a few milliseconds of a gaze.

Her long legs came down for what seemed like forever. They were shining and smooth. Was their glitter on her body? Her skin seemed darker. Was she tanning? Was it bronzer? She wore tan high-heeled platform wedge heels. They had to be at least five inches. You knew them, as they were your favorite, but she only wore them with long jeans and in the summer. This wasn't that time of year.

You scanned back up, over her long luscious legs, and to her toned stomach, up to the orange small tube top that barely covered her perky breasts. There was no bra! There couldn't be. You could see her nipples peeking through somewhat. You felt your face flush, since you had no control as your boner grew. No amount of masturbation was going to get rid of a boner when this enchanting visual was in front of you.

Morgan's dark hair was straight and down, it seemed longer and lovelier than you could remember. Her face was perfect, dark eye-liner, full lashes, and with a dark red shade of lipstick. She looked stunning and mature. Like those women you saw at the bar, and pointed at with your friends, but never had the balls to talk to, nor did such a women ever approach you. You adjusted in your seat, now embarrassed at how you looked. You felt like a little boy looking at a model. Once again, you wondered if this is how Bill would feel back in the day. But back then (how long was it now), she had never dressed anything like this. An occasional skirt, but mostly tight, but not too tight jeans.

She stood in front of you now, holding her hand out. You didn't move. You didn't know what to say or do. You were at a loss for words. She was too hot, too gorgeous for you to even muster a peep. She began to look back at Bill and then at you. What did she want you to say?

Morgan finally spoke up, “This is where you introduce yourself,” she pushed her hand out. You shook it. “I'm Morgan!”

You looked around to Bill, then to her. You were still unsure what to say. This was all part of this game. Despite your confusion, you stood up and introduced yourself. You shook her hand, and then you lifted her hand and kissed it after greeting her. Her nails were done up, and she had on gold wringlets around her wrists. You were taking in every portion of her body. The pink of her nails matched her toes, which poked out from her strap heels.

Morgan pulled her hand back quickly. “Ok....lesson three: first impression is EVERYTHING. A girl is about ninety percent sure of whether she will fuck you in the first twenty seconds. And that shit you just did,” she looked back at Bill and opened her eyes wide, “was awkward as fuck!”

You apologized and said for some reason that your were nervous. It shamed you to no end to admit that to your own girlfriend and Bill. They didn't seem to notice what you said. Or didn't care.

She didn't seem to care at all in fact. She took the flowers and walked past you. It was the first time your noticed her “size” in those heels. She was 5'7” normally, and with these heels she was two inches taller than you. You were 5'10”, maybe 5'11” in your own shoes. Somehow, Morgan now towered over you. It made you feel so small around her, and so out of place. It made you nervous to actually go out in public. They'd notice her, you thought. No way anyone wouldn't/

And as she went to the kitchen, your eyes followed, and confirmed your fears. She'd be noticed. You saw the back of the jeans. “OH FUCK,” you said softly, seeing the bottoms of her tight little ass. Your cock jutted in your pants and spewed a little. She had NEVER even considered wearing this kind of outfit with you. Was she doing that now? The cheeks swayed as she walked in the heels. Was it a show? Or was it the shorts and heels that made it appear that way? She reached up and grabbed a vase, you saw her calves pop, and your cock almost did the same. You wanted pictures. Could you take some? You had no idea what the rules were anymore!

She called from the kitchen. “Lesson four: you need to tell the girl she looks nice,” she came back with two wine glasses and a cork opener. You just stood silently. She looked over to Bill. “This might be a lost cause,” she rolled her eyes.

“You do...” you stammered, “you look very nice,” you were able to finally form a sentence with this beauty.

She laughed. “Nice. YEAH...uh...thanks!” She again gave Bill a look.

She sat across from you, closer to you than Bill, and crossed her legs as she grabbed the wine bottle. Your eyes never left those long legs. “So you're Bill's friend,” she smiled and popped open the cork, “tell me about yourself,” she handed you a glass and you sipped it. Her legs looked so lovely you had a hard time concentrating.

Morgan rubbed you arm. “Lesson five” breathe dude,” she said. “You did jerk off didn't you?”

You nodded. You were afraid to talk. She seemed so out of your league that she was almost a different species.

“Listen this lesson is specifically for YOU. Lesson five point two: Just breathe, and talk,” she laughed, “you have such a hard time sometimes.” She pointed to her legs and chest and face. “You have a hot girl in the room,” she smiled, “no need to freak out and get red in the face and stuff.” She was talking about how you acted whenever she got dressed up. “It makes girls uncomfortable.” She whipped her long hair to her back, still smiling at you. She put her hand on your knee and you almost came in your pants. Could she see your erection? “Tell me about yourself,” she stopped and looked at you more seriously. “Lesson six: this is the point where you talk about WORK...and NOT SCI-FI or gaming!” She then pointed to her legs and waved her finger. Then her breasts and waved her finger again. She finally pointed to her eyes. “Lesson seven: and this one is HUGE for you and guys like you....EYE-CONTACT DUDE!” She adjusted her shorts, but she couldn't pull them any lower. “You suck at it and it makes girls uncomfortable.” Your own girlfriend was giving you shit about staring.

So you took a deep breath, downed a glass of wine, and had Morgan pour another. Then you did just what she said. You talked. Trying to relearn your girlfriend on everything she already knew. You looked her in the eye the whole time despite how hard it was. She seemed interested, but you thought you were keen on body language. Her legs were crossed towards Bill. She rarely adjusted her hair, weren't these sublte indications of desire?

“What do you do on weekends when you're not at work?” Morgan asked, sipping her drink. You looked down to see her feet dangling. They looked so sexy as they bounced while her legs were crossed. “EYE-CONTACT!” She reminded you.

“Ah....yeah....” you looked back up. “I like to go out with buddies, and drink, and watch sports. Guy stuff!” You winked awkwardly. Why was it so hard to talk to Morgan? Of all people. Her confidence, her demeanor, her very posture was vastly different than the girl you dated.

Bill joked, “And fucking video games man, don't forget Call of Duty.”

“Whatever,” you added, feeling mad he was calling you out. “You play too.” Despite you anger, you felt at ease when Bill entered the conversation. It was less awkward and strained. There was an odd tension between you and Morgan. You didn't like it. Even though she was “teaching” you, it felt like she didn't want to be there. Where you that bad?

The bottle of wine went fast, and you felt more comfortable. Bill helped by adding comments. Usually to make fun of you. Morgan got up to take the glasses to the kitchen. Bill was on his tenth beer, he slapped her ass. “Damn babe,” he muttered moving his crotch. His boner was there. Why didn't she call it out?

You swear she swiped her hair and smiled down at him as she said “ASSHOLE!”

You got up to use the bathroom and came out slowly. They were talking on the couch. Their conversation wasn't strained or awkward. Bill seemed just fine with how amazing she looked. Like it was no big deal. Yet it was too you. She was too hot to even talk to. You had to get through it all.

“So,” Morgan turned to you when you sat, “you like sports, do you like play any?”

You nodded, “I play soccer sometimes, and I did in high-school. And baseball. I used to play softball.” You darted a glance to her wonderful tits. So perky, so firm, and her nipples were slightly erect. They looked bigger, but you guessed it was her orange tank top. You looked back up, hoping you weren't seen. Had they always looked so bodacious.

Bill chimed in, “You sucked dude,” he said as he got up. The jerk was always at competition with you. You swore Morgan laughed a bit.

When Bill left, you and Morgan just sat there. There was such a uncomfortable silence that the seconds felt like hours.

“What do...” you said.

“Have you,” she said at the same time you said something. It was as if the ice couldn't be broken.

Bill came back. Morgan got up, “We need drinks. LOTS of drinks.” She went to the bathroom first.

You turned to Bill. “Holy shit dude, she looks fucking smoking hot!”

Bill sipped his beer, never taking his eyes off the television. “Yeah, she likes dressing like that man, its awesome!”

You scanned Bill's face. Was he serious? She never dressed in such a way! Not around you at least? “What? How can you.....” you didn't know what to say next, “how do you handle yourself around her.”

Bill chuckled, “I usually fuck the shit out of her, and then go out and do whatever. Then fuck her when we get back,” he said it so matter of fact. It was not a lie. You could tell. There was such a confidence in him, like everything was as it should be. You wondered if HE should be giving you lessons with your own girlfriend.

The drinks helped. Morgan poured a bunch of cranberry vodka drinks for you and her. Bill just drank beer. You felt immensely out of place each time Bill left the room to pee. Which was often. As if you were afraid to be alone with Morgan.

Morgan stood up to fill glasses, and as she walked she looked down at her foot. Right in front of you, she put her wedge heels on the table and strapped them tight around her ankles. Her dainty foot, not a mere few feet away from you. It was one of the most sensual and sexually arousing things you had ever seen. Her long toned legs right before you, as she strapped in those sexy heels. It seemed to last forever. You must have trailed the length of her entire leg, foot to thigh, over a dozen times. You glanced at Bill, to see if he was taking it all in like you. Your buddy was sipping a beer watching TV, not even aware of what was happening in front of you. Morgan took her foot off the table, and you followed her gate to the kitchen with your eyes.

You turned to Bill with some scorn. How could he act like all of this was normal? She NEVER walked around like this, never dressed like this. Never adjusted her heels so seductively. But as you thought about it, she was just adjusting her heels. There was no sexual heat behind it. All you did was stare at those long legs, and her sexy heel clad feet. You wanted to jerk off. Needed to. Bill on the other hand, Bill just drank like it was ordinary. Because for him, it was. This was a normal act, you just never looked at her in this way. How could you? She seemed so much more open and brave with her looks and sexuality.

A half a bottle of Vodka, and some drinking games, and it was time to leave. Morgan got up to use the bathroom, and Bill went to use the guest bathroom. You checked your outfit in the mirror on the book shelf, and checked your breath. You paced, and took a shot of Vodka. Trying to get comfortable.

It took them both about ten minutes to come back. Which was odd. Bill came out first, looking drunk, but relaxed. Morgan came out with large sunglasses on. She picked up her purse and waited by the door. “Lesson eight: men open doors.” You did as she told you. Bill sat in the back. You thought somewhere he'd be going on his own.

Morgan seemed interested in you, talking to you the whole time. She scanned you car and went thorough the things in it, as if she was flirting. It made you feel somewhat elated. You caught Bill in the read view. He was still here, shit.

You didn't want Bill to drink in the car, but he seemed occupied. When you got to the mall, you raced around and opened Morgan's door. She stood next to you as you walked to the Mall. She was several inches taller than you in the heels, and there was no way to hide how gorgeous she looked. She towered over Bill who was her height without the heels. She looked wonderful and her posture was straight and determined, like she was walking a catwalk. She was glowing. You opened doors to the mall for her. Immediately she was turning heads. You realized she looked like a girl that would have gotten you womped in the gut by Morgan for staring at. She just walked with her head high, no notice of the attention. She was exuding a confidence you couldn't believe. The girl next door was now the super-model across the street. You had a chance with the girl next door. You weren't sure about this girl. You felt so small and less mature next to her. You dropped back a bit, feeling out of place next to her. A girl who only months ago, was a mousy girl next door.

You followed behind her now, looking at the small half moon ass cheeks in those jeans. The heels seemed to make her ass harder, and more full. She was talking to a young girl and asking questions about a sale. You just stared ogling her as she stood over the girl. She was taller by almost a foot. It must be the heels. Her chest heaved in the tight orange top as she breathed. You felt bad for the younger girl. She was ok, had a pooch around her stomach. Yet, next to Morgan, this young frumpy sales girl stood no chance to even be noticed. You followed behind Morgan. Bill was next to you. He bumped your side with his elbow and pointed to her ass. He made a “round” signal with his hands and winked at you. He went up and walked next to her. He was several inches shorter, but his demeanor was like someone who had “been there before” as some people put it. To be honest, it didn't look as awkward as it felt when you were next to her.

The three of you went to the bar. Morgan actually sat to your left, and Bill on your right. Morgan bought shots (on your tab) for just you and her. In fact, Bill wasn't in the conversation much.

Morgan whispered in your ear. “Lesson nine: buying all the food and drinks, and maybe presents,” she hiccuped, “usually could get you a blowjob.” You couldn't believe her words. It made you somewhat uncomfortable. Bill was right there. Did Bill's Morgan just make a pass at you? Why did it make you so nervous?

You got up to go pee. Bill came up next to you in the bathroom.

You stopped and turned to him, forgoing the faux pas of being in a men's bathroom. “It's too much dude, she is WAY too hot like that!” You were being honest. You were having a hard time.

“Yeah, you're staring too much dude,” he began to shake his cock. “You just need confidence with chicks like Morgan,” he pulled away and showed you his cock. It was covered in the same color as Morgan's lipstick. “She gets all dressed up and looks hot, but she just needs to get fucked by guys like me.” He patted you on the back....”guys like us right?” He left muttering “be confident”.

How could you? She was smoking hot. “She is fucking with me. That's why she dressed that way isn't it?” You asked as you washed your hands.

Bill was shaking his head and zipping up his pants. “Nah bro, she is hot, and hot girls dress sexy. Legs, tits, ass, the whole package. She got it so she flaunts it”

You shrugged. “I just....I don't remember her dressing that way!”

Bill walked out. “She has as long as she's dated me.” He used the words “dated me” and it hit you hard, both in the gut and the dick. Your cock began to engorge with blood. Had it ever even gone soft all day? As you walked out you sighed, and felt a tinge of defeat. You shook your head. Morgan, your date, had already sucked a cock on your date. And it wasn't yours.

When you got back, Morgan stood up and grabbed her blue purse. She grabbed your arm and hooked her arm under yours. “Time to go,” she was pulling you from Bill. He didn't even turn a head, drinking a beer and watching TV. You felt odd now, like something was out of place.

“What about Bill?” You asked as you left the restaurant. Holy shit, you felt so scared. You were going to be alone with her. Why was this so weird?

“He'll be fine drinking,” she put her head softly on your shoulder which was odd, because in the heels she had to lean down. “I want to help you get this down buddy,” she said.

As you walked with her, and left the bar, she pulled her hand from your arm, and you made the mistake of trying to grab it as she pulled it through the loop of your arm. It was as if you expected to hold her hand. She yanked it away. You stood in silence next to her. It was such a awkward move. The word awkward was becoming common place with the two of you. You wanted to say that normally you'd hold hands at the mall, and this was a weird “date” thing with weird rules. But that would make it more strange. Instead, she just said “come on weirdo,” and pushed you at the small of your back.

You walked from store to store. Mainly girls stores. Morgan was looking but not shopping. She spoke most of the time. This wasn't like the time she made you “BFF”, as she continually asked questions about you. Things she already knew.

“How do you know Bill,” she asked looking through a stack of club shirts for women. They were the kind of thing Morgan would not have even glanced at a month ago.

You swallowed more pride, and played her newest game. “We met in high-school.”

Morgan laughed, still looking at clothes. “What was he like?” She looked up, “Was he like a bully?”

“Not really,” you sighed annoyed. “He is all talk.”

Morgan shrugged. “He says he made you guys cool by hanging out with him,” she left on rack and moved to another.

You were a little pissed off. “Whatever. He talks a lot!” You realized she didn't know much about Bill in high-school. He was the same as he was now.

She laughed, “he says he used to get laid all the time. Tried to help you and your friends!”

You were shocked by the statement. It wasn't really true. “He got laid a lot yeah,” you stated, “but I had sex too.”

You girlfriend, who was pretending to be you date, shot you a quizzical look, scanning your face. “Lesson nine: You don't have to impress girls you know. You don't have to lie! It's a turn off!”

You all but stomped your feet on the ground like a baby. “It's not a lie. I did get laid too!”

She went back to looking at clothes. “Lesson ten: girls smell lies and we know when guys get laid. It's not that hard.” She softly touched your elbow. “Be honest when shit like that comes up. Not all guys were studs in high school. Some are late bloomers. Some don't get laid much at all, but they've had a girlfriend or two. Everyone is different.” She held up a blue blouse, and shook her head and stuck out her tongue. She must not have liked that top. “Just because your friend fucked all the girls in high-school, doesn't mean you need to make shit up and try to make it seem like you kept up with him”. Her words were ridiculous. They were somewhat true, yeah, but it wasn't EXACTLY like that. Bill hadn't fucked ALL the girls in high-school. Sure he fucked many of them. And you technically didn't have sex until AFTER high-school. You felt shame creep in as you realized she was right. Or Bill was right.

You felt uncomfortable around he again. You walked behind her once more, uneasy at her side. It gave you a great view of her ass again. She stopped at a bench, and lifted her leg once more. She reached down to tie the straps, mumbling about needing to get them fixed. Again, it was as if music played and stars were around her in slow motion. A older man, with glasses, a mustache, a fat gut, and a ugly short fat wife, stopped and gawked, mouth agape. His wife hit him in the stomach. He found your eyes watching him, and he looked back at Morgan as she rubbed her calves softly after adjusting her heels. He had a look of what could only be described as disbelief.

Morgan walked about fifteen feet ahead of you, and stopped at a cell phone kiosk. She said “oh shit,” and bent down at the waist to look at the new iPhone case. You could see the bottom of her tight little ass cheeks.

Your mouth went open in an “oh shit” silent mutter of your own. Her ass seemed to dance in front of you. As he jeans rode down, you saw the top of the back of her turquoise panties. It was a whales tail, which meant she was wearing a thong. A month ago, it would have shocked you. Now it seemed almost right with the outfit. Your hand shook as you thought about groping your own girlfriend's ass. Would that be wrong? A part of you truly felt it would, and you gazed back towards the bar where you left Bill. Where was he? Was this how he felt when she was around him before all this? When she bent over in front of him? But she never dressed this way. You had to think it was a LOT worse for you!

The guy selling the phones, an older arab man was gawking as well. He winked at you.

She picked herself up and looked at the price and gave a huff of anger. You stepped in. “I'll pay for it!” And you did just that. It was fifty bucks, but this was a “present”, right?

Morgan confirmed this. “Nice fucking job dude,” she nudged you in the arm like a bro. She pointed to a different restaurant, and stated she wanted to get more drinks. Something salty, like “margs”. So the two of you went inside and sat by yourselves at the bar. This was your chance alone. What you had run in your head for hours.

Morgan ordered two shots and two margaritas. She was in the stool next to you, her legs crossed, facing away from you. She drank the shot quick. You followed it up taking your own. She put the case on her phone.“Shit like that gets you from no chance of getting laid to about a five percent chance.”

You finally had some confidence from all the drinks. Her words kind of offended you. “I had a chance before that? Zero percent MY ASS! I'm doing fine!”

The gorgeous bombshell with the dark brunette hair sipped her glass and looked at you from over the top of the glass with low eyes. She put the drink down and still stared. “Seriously? Are you serious right now? You rarely kept eye contact all day. You kissed my fucking hand like an English guy in the fucking 1800s and you couldn't speak to me until I got you wasted.” She clicked her fingers. “You aren't even looking at my eyes now!” She was right. You had been staring at her legs and her crotch in those jeans. She waved you off. “I could fucking FEEL your eyes up my ass earlier! And the whole day when you couldn't even walk next to me. The whole shit with trying to hold my hand was WEIRD dude.”

“Ok...fine...fine...” You felt red in the face. The room got hot. It was an anxiety you wanted to drink away. More uncomfortable silence. Your girlfriend had basically told you why she was rejecting you. And most of what she said was one hundred percent true. What was really infuriating was that Bill had done nothing, and she had already sucked HIS dick.

She finally turned back to you. You wanted to save face. “I'm just nervous,” you said to your OWN girlfriend. “You just look really great.” You looked down at your drink embarrassed.

Morgan cooed, “Awww...that was the most honest and charming thing you've said all day,” she rubbed your hair. For some reason, you felt like a child as she did it. “I realize I'm not what you're used to.” She sipped her drink and laughed drunkenly. “I look pretty fucking hot right now.” She turned away to order another round. “It doesn't always work out you know. Your not always going to score with every girl.”

“What does that mean,” you asked wanting to know what she meant.

She ordered a drink from the bartender, and moved back towards you. “Listen, I know it sounds weird. But YOU CAN go the other way!” You asked what she meant. She added, “If you don't have confidence, maybe pull out that debit card. Buy some shit for the girl. Pretend to be a baller!” She nudged you with a shoulder. She then ordered another shot. “Maybe it will be different with Kate.”

“Why is that,” you said, and drank your margarita faster. Once again nervous to be around Morgan.

“I don't know,” Morgan said, checking her phone, “she isn't as uh....I don't know.”

“As hot as you,” you finished her thought.

“Yeah,” she stated. “I guess,” she continued, “not to be a bitch”. She was texting someone. “It's easier to fuck chunky girls, and ugly girls. Guys don't need the same confidence!” These words made you mad but they did make sense. Her confidence in herself, her bravado, which seemed oddly like Bill's own bravado, was exciting you.

“Ughh,” Morgan muttered, “I need to go check on Bill.” She stood up, and you agreed to stay. She said she'd be back in ten. You watched her walk out the bar, as did the male waiter, and several people at the bar. You ordered another drink, and thought about jerking off at the bar.

“This guys tab is on me,” you turned to see the mustached pot-bellied man approaching the bar. He had a smile on his face. He adjusted his glasses, and fixed his brown hair. Or more like, fixed his comb-over. “Guys like us NEVER get THAT kind of girl,” he patted you on the back. “How'd you do it? You rich?”

You were mad now, “No she's my....my girlfriend.”

The guy laughed, “No she's not young man,” he ordered a drink himself. “I'm a little older and I know body language. She's your date. A first date judging by the awkwardness.” Was he following you. “Get her drunk,” he concluded. “I'll set you up with a tab,” he put his card down and said to put all our drinks on it. “Just let me know and send pics.” He said. He handed you a card that said his name “Rob Davies”. He was a computer engineer. He told you to email him. That you OWED him. He even made you give him your number and email in exchange for the drinks.

He left with a pat on your back. And words of advice to “enjoy it if even for this one night”. You were pissed at the guy. What did he know? Morgan came back with a smile on her face, her hair a little tussled. She seemed to beam with the look of someone who had just taken a relaxing nap. She had barely been gone thirty minutes. She sat down and ordered another drink. You asked about Bill. She remarked, “he's fine just getting beers and watching sports, as per usual.” She laughed and you looked at her body again. Those long legs, crossed away from you still, her ass in those jeans, as she sat on the stool.

A bigger guy, who looked like a body builder came up and talked to Morgan. He had on a tight shirt and slick back hair, shaved on the sides. He looked like an asshole. He said “hi” to Morgan and sat next to her. He chatted with her right in front of you. It was demeaning as hell. But he was big. He was asking where she was from. Morgan uncrossed her legs, and sipped her drink. She spoke politely to him the whole time. It went on for several minutes, and you said nothing, just staring. She wasn't the type to go for these type of guys, but the way she was dressed, and how she acted now, who knew?

“So can I get your number?” the guy asked looking at his phone.

Morgan just brushed him off, “Sorry, you're a nice guy, but I have boyfriend.”

He didn't even look over to you to confirm this. In your mind she was speaking of you, but why did that seem so weird. The guy shrugged. “If I had a girl like you, I wouldn't leave her for a second.” He winked and paid his tab.

She just recrossed her legs, towards the guys now empty seat. Morgan sucked on her straw as she finsished another drink. “He's around.” She pointed to you, “This is his friend,” she stated and it made your heart sink. But you knew these new rules. You agreed to them. Morgan added, “I'm trying to show him how to have a good time with a girl,” she said pointing to you.

The guy sneered at you with a wry smile. Morgan head up her hand and waved them, as if to say “no”. “Wait,” she said, “hahaha. NOT like that,” she insisted, correcting her strange sentence. It made your stomach turn down, and your cock turn up for some reason.

The guy left, and you were mad. Not at Morgan, but the guy. He had the nerve to come up to her and hit on her when she was on a date with you. “What the hell was that?” You asked. “That guy is an asshole,” you added. “Just barging in here like...”

Morgan grabbed her new drink and sipped her straw. “He just doesn't see us together. That's all.” She went to pay, but you stopped her.

You told Morgan that some guy had paid for drinks. When she asked why, you stalled, not wanting to admit the truth. Then you said it all, that he thought “guys like us never get THAT girl.” Morgan surprisingly nodded.

“Makes sense,” she said, and continued, “It's the same thing with the guy who just sat down.” She looked over at you, her body finally turned TOWARDS you. “You don't look comfortable. Your not confident enough,” she said, mockingly puffing her chest out, which made you glance down at her chest. Her nipples harder than before. Poking through the orange fabric. She went back to paying attention to her drink. “If your not confident, your not comfortable, they won't think you're with a girl like me. It just looks awkward. I look hot. A little too hot for a guy like you.”

You were red with anger. What the hell was she saying? Why was your dick so hard at her confidence about it all? She caught your gaze. “That is what THEY SEE dude,” she said.

You sighed, realizing she was spot on her assessment. A new waitress showed up. She was older, with a worn face, but short hair and some tatoos. She had large sagging boobs. There was another awkward silence. This time YOU broke the ice.

“How does...” you didn't want to ask, but you had to. You felt lost in all this. “How does Bill get his confidence like....around you....and stuff?” Your face was now red with embarrassment.

Morgan chortled loudly, and almost spit her drink. “Bill's confidence comes from his pants,” she pointed to her crotch. “Not all guys are lucky.” Was that a jab at you? Your four inches were tingling in your pants at her words. Her face lit up like she had an idea. “Wait,” she looked down at your crotch. “You can FAKE a bugle dude! Chicks won't know at first!”

“What does that mean,” you were confused. She had told you size didn't matter. Many times.

She smiled and rolled her eyes, “Oh come on, all girls check out bulges. On EVERY guy, we just do it subtly so you don't notice.” She was confirming things that all men feared. Again, this gorgeous girl, who was once your mild mannered girlfriend made you feel so small.

“So you looked at my bugle when you met me,” you asked.

“Yes,” she said with an honest look.

“And like...my friend's bulges,” you continued the line of questioning.

“Yes,” she said again sipping her drink. She had low eyes when she returned her gaze. “Before you ask the answer is YES. I did look at Bill's bugle when I first met him.”

Your cock was harder than you could ever imagine. Bill had claimed he caught her, and she always denied it. There was a long silence, not from awkwardness but from you calculating everything in your head over and over.

“Girl's do look and girls do notice this shit,” she took a long sip of her red drink. “And girls do talk. So yes I knew about Bill's dick from my friends. He fucked like four of them. So you can get that look off your face.” It was as if she was predicting how much of a pervert you were, and were your perverted mind was going. “Not all guys have natural..uh..gifts..” she pointed to the bathroom. “Listen, do me a favor. Go in the bathroom.” She was typing on her phone. “Read my text. Do what it says, and come back out and ask for a drink from the new waitress!”

You got up and walked to the bathroom. You glanced back at Morgan. Another older man had slid right in next to her on the other side, attempting to hit on her. It was like flies to a piece of meat. You went to the stall, and read her text. She simply said “Take off your sock and stuff it into you pants. Get a drink from new waitress.” You were confused. You asked if she was serious. She said in a text “YES DUDE!”

You did just as she said, and felt odd the whole time. You went to the mirror. You smiled at the results. It was a legit bulge now. You found a strange easiness in your movements as you walked back to the bar. You raised your hand, and the girl asked “What will it be,” and just as she finished she in fact glanced down at your crotch and quickly back up. You ordered your favorite IPA, and noticed her smile and a flip of her hair. She walked over to the taps and poured you one.

Morgan nudged you in the gut. “See what I mean,” you HAD seen instant results, and they made you feel..well..special. “You see that body language too,” Morgan added. “Body language is EVERYHING!” Says the girl whose amazing body is turned away from you. She told you that if you wanted to stick around you'd get that waitress's number.

The girl came back and actually talked to the two of you for some time. You got two more drinks, and were feeling great. On top of the world really, with both these girls pay attention to you. You wanted to stay, but Morgan insisted you guys finish your “date”.

“Jealous,” you whispered as the girl walked away.

Morgan crossed her arms in annoyance. “Not even a little dude, but its fucking rude as FUCK to ignore me when I'm trying to help you.” Morgan made sure the tab was paid, and walked away with you. She now whispered to you. “Besides, you eventually have to explain why there is a sock in your pants and not a big dick. So watch out stud. It is just showing you a thing about confidence. I wouldn't recommend trying to trick a girl!”

You walked, now side by side to the theater. A new movie “Den of Thieves” had just come out. You and Bill wanted to see it. It seemed like Morgan wanted to continue her lessons as she pointed and said “Lesson eleven (I think): Get two tickets. Don't wait around making it look like you don't know who will pay”. You bought the tickets and she walked with you inside, speaking the whole time. “Movies are a major time for guys to get some ass. She pointed to the snack area. ALWAYS! ALWAYS buy a popcorn, two drinks, and a candy. Ask what SHE wants. Girls are hesitant to order food on dates.”

She stood out of the line looking down at her phone. Almost every guy checked out your date, as you got the food. She smiled when you brought the food, and carried it for her. She nodded to you, and grabbed her drink. The two of you walked slowly. For some reason, you were nervous as all hell. Your heart was beating, you were perspiring. Why was going to the movies with Morgan such a tense experience. Honestly, you had never gone with her like THIS.

You followed her up the long stairs to the back of the theater. The two of you were alone and sat in the corner. There was one open seat next to the aisle, then Morgan, and then you. Morgan's legs were again facing away from you. But this was it, this was your chance. Bill had told you to kiss a girl BEFORE the movie, and all the rest was going to come during the full movie. You looked over to her. She looked at you and smiled. You leaned forward, closing your eyes. Your cock was leaking in your pants.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Morgan shouted softly. You felt your head pushed back.