Be an awesome wing-woman

They made their way around town, him showing her his paths that he walks each day and the Asian grocery store, promising to cook for her. But she wanted to go out and have a good time together. Doe did not realize until it was happening that John was talking to the third woman on the other side of him since they had gotten to the pub-house.

People loved John's accent, were drawn to her and the women wanted to know who the man was. An hour later and Doe was also flowing thru the conversation with them. Drawn into John’s stories and jokes with the rest of their new group. A soldier can certainly get whatever they want with this attitude of hers. How could she forget about her nerves like that and just jump up to talk to strangers.

A caramel colored woman with bright eyes and a deep smile was laughing so heartily with her. Then, Doe could no longer make out their conversation. They seemed lost in each other and he noticed John’s hand on the new woman’s as she leaned over speaking into her ear directly. This went on for several minutes with the occasional glances at Doe. John’s smile radiated to him from a few seats over. She kept her eyes locked on his while this beautiful long legged woman ran a hand down her back.

What the hell was she doing? Doe thought to himself.

John excused herself and walked back to Doe. “Do you like her? She loves dogs, beards, teddy bears, whipped cream, strawberries, martinis, cuddling…. Can she come home with us?”

He hesitated the slightest moment. Turned on, sure, but so uncertain to how he was going to take care of this woman and what about John? Would she join or watch or leave…. His mind raced.

But John had his back. “Let us ask her out or to meet us back here tomorrow evening. I’ll have you trained up by then. You will be ready to turn her crimson this time tomorrow.”

Doe believed that John believed herself but this woman was just too gorgeous to be real. She would never go home with them or show up again knowing he would be there. But there was something different about how people treated him tonight. He was the bearded friend of the Irish marine that everyone wanted a piece of. The girl’s name was Isabella. She came to sit by Doe and they talked and laughed over drinks for an hour or so more. Her hands tracing where John’s would fall. On his shoulder. Down his back as they leaned around him to say something woman to woman.

He did not know which was better. John leading her along with her hand running inside his thigh. Brushing against the bulge of his balls in their package or Isabella being the second woman on him. Time seemed to slow down as he watched his friend. The room was warm from bodies. She tilted back her drinks one after the other and when she spoke of the war to a questioning citizen – the sincerity made his skin tingle. She would sit up a little taller. Her eyes would nearly project the images she spoke of. But then she would be bubbling again with laughter and telling of something, anything, that made others join in. He laughed with her even when he did not have a clue what she said.

Then she leaned her body against him in front of them all. Breasts pushed hard against his arm. And she asked him, “Doe, I think it be high time you took me back to your place” and the jealousy of men and women both was clear. Isabella traded phone numbers with the both of them, and they agreed to have dinner somewhere more quiet tomorrow.

Before they left John stepped between Doe’s legs on the bar stool, put her hands on his chest and grabbed his shirt to pull him towards her. Her lips to his ear she breathed the words, “I want you to slide your hands into my back pockets and pull me into you.” He did as she instructed. Wondering if it was the **** speaking or his friend up to something. “Squeeze my ass in your hands…. Harder. Now stand up and push your crotch against me. I want to feel your swollen cock all the way through these jeans. Like you want me….”

He stood up and did as she said, muscles tense with expectation, a familiar tingling deep in his groin. She lightly kissed his jaw line up by his left ear and nibbled on the lobe. “Kiss me on my neck”. Doe’s cock trembled as he kissed her neck and he found himself pushing harder against her. Her body between him and the bar. He slipped one hand out of her pocket and cupped her face. As he continued to kiss and suck on her neck he used his thumb along her jaw line to tilt her head up and away for better access. The first nibble on her skin made her moan softly in his ear.

“Good show, teddy. Let’s get out of here before you stain those pants. On the way out, stop and grab Isabella’s hand softly by the fingers and kiss her on the cheek. Tell her goodnight and you can not wait to see her again tomorrow.” John reached over to Isabella and grabbed her fingers gently, barely making the tender contact and kissed her on the cheek herself. “See you tomorrow, ma’am” she called and Doe followed her lead, using her line and feeling confident when Isabella kissed his cheek back.