Dinner Out

It's ten til five and I'm getting ready to leave work. Normally we work school hours and leave a bit earlier, but I want to finish some tweaks to my spreadsheet and think about the problem of Luisa a bit more. Sherry and the teachers have left, which is why I'm surprised when Sarah shows up in my office door.

"Do you have a minute?" she asks.

"Sarah? I'm surprised you're still here, the day's over," I reply. "Anyway, sure, come on in. I'm just about to go, myself."

"I was thinking about our discussion at lunch today," she says. "And it occurred to me that you are all alone in a new city. So I was wondering if you'd like to go out to eat tonight."

Before I can answer, she continues, "Just as a friendly gesture. I invited Liz as well." She steps in from the doorway and I can see Liz in the waiting room. She waves at me.

"I would absolutely love to," I say.

We leave the school and lock up, and walk toward the downtown. On the way, the three of us chat a bit about our lives. Sarah is single and has never been married. "Married to my career," she says. Liz explains that she was married before Free Use, but her husband left her shortly after it started. "It's for the best," she says. "I've never looked back."

Our walk brings us to a cocktail bar that Liz likes, where we get a table and some aperitifs. Nothing too strong, but just enough to loosen us up socially. A funny thing about a Free Use society is that, while we all get plenty of sex, some of us still struggle with the less physical aspects of human connection.

Sarah is wearing her sensible work clothes still -- today, a sensible, mid-length grey skirt and a white Oxford -- but Liz has changed into a low-cut halter top that shows some cleavage. It's relatively lightweight and, if you look closely -- which I do -- you can see her nipple piercings through the fabric.

We talk more about our lives and get to know each other. Sarah enjoys academia and wants to have an impact on the Free Use school system. She has some theories about the education that we discuss in depth, and I reflect that she really should be in my job. Liz, post-divorce, became more of a free spirit, had her nipples pierced, had some adventures, and then decided to find a job that meshed with her newfound appreciation of Free Use.

We're enjoying ourselves, so we have a second cocktail, then head off to dinner. I can't remember the last time I had such a good conversation.

Sarah chooses the restaurant, an American-style Italian place in her neighborhood. It's the kind of place that would be a cliche if it weren't so comforting -- checkerboard tablecloths, low lighting, and pretty young waitresses. Sarah is a regular, and they give us a cozy booth in the corner. Sarah insists that I sit in the middle.

We order a bottle of wine and continue our discussions through the appetizers. To stave off any hangover, I make sure to drink plenty of water as well.

After a while, the pressure builds up in my bladder and I have to go. "Excuse me, ladies, I have to visit the bathroom," I say.

Liz gives a little smile, and Sarah laughs. "Oh no you don't," she says. "If you just need to pee, you have to give it to one of us."

"Sarah..." I start. We're both a little drunk at this point.

"Don't complain to me, boss. I know a thing or two, I figured out what you like... So come on, who gets it?"

"Yeah, who?" asks Liz. She presses against me, and I imagine I can feel her piercings poking into my arm.

I can't find words -- I'm confident at work, but out here in the real world I'm a bit of a mess -- until Sarah says, "How about me now, and Liz later when you take her home and fuck her?"

"Whoa," I say hesitantly.

Sarah is already getting on her knees. "Don't try to pretend," she says. "We both saw you how were with her."

Sarah has unzipped my fly and is fishing out my cock. "Well, yes, it's true," I say. I turn toward Liz. "I think you're beautiful," I say. "But I don't know if a relationship is really..."

"Oh, let's not get ahead of ourselves," replies Liz. "I like you too, but let's be clear, tonight is just some fun."

Sarah's under the table now, on all fours with her palms flat on the ground, and has her lips around my cock. Liz leans over and puts her arm around me. "Go ahead, she's ready," she says.

Just then our waitress, a beautiful young Latina woman, shows up at the table. She wants to take our order, but looks down and sees my cock in Sarah's mouth.

"I'll come back in a while," she says.

"It won't be that long," says Liz. "He's just taking a quick piss."

"Oh? In that case I'll wait!" she says. It's an informal sort of restaurant, and not very busy, so the waitress sits at the edge of the booth on Sarah's side. "You don't mind if I watch, do you?"

I am feeling a bit nervous, but I have to go really badly, so I try to relax. I let a little squirt of piss out, and watch Sarah's face intently. There's no reaction, she just swallows it and keeps looking up at me from her position under the table.

The waitress is still talking. "When I started here my friends all said I was nuts, that I'd be fucked six ways to Sunday and have to drink a tub of piss every night, but really that just doesn't happen much. I get more action from the chefs and I can't remember the last time I drank any."

"Guys like us to be willing," says Liz, "but most of them don't really want to do it."

I relax a bit more and start pissing more steadily. Sarah still doesn't react, but continues to swallow easily.

"It's fine that you do, though, mister," says the waitress. She looks down at Sarah and adds, "You're being a great little urinal!"

I've pissed for more than a minute now, and my stream is slowing down. Sarah suck hard to get the last drops out, then pulls up my pants and zips them again. She sits down next to me and gives a small, ladylike burp. "I'll have the ravioli," she says to the waitress.

After dinner we part. I find I'm a bit bittersweet about parting, but I do end up going home with Liz that night, and the sex is wonderful. Her wide mouth, her warm voice and warmer embrace, the piercings in her large, soft breasts... she is everything I imagined she would be.

I reign in my kinkier side and keep it vanilla. She offers to drink my piss -- "Just like Sarah suggested" -- but I demure. "Maybe another time," I say. I'm enjoying the night without adding on too much.

I spend the night, but wake up a bit early so I can go home and change clothes. I make a quick breakfast and coffee for Liz and wake her before leaving. "I had a wonderful time," I say. "I hope we can do it again."

Liz gives me a heartfelt look. "Me too," she says.