Gabbing another drink

"Let me buy you guys another bottle. Make up for everything I drank and all." Callum said, sounding innocent enough.

It was an uncharacteristically kind gesture, and if it weren't for Sarah's state of dress I'd have no objections to it. As she was, dressed in an almost transparent shirt that clung to her body, I just wanted to get her into something else.

"That's nice of you Callum." I said to the back of his head, as he walked shoulder to shoulder with my girlfriend. "But maybe we should pick it up after you guys put on more clothes?"

"Nonsense Liam, the bottle shop's on the way."

That was the end of the debate it seemed, Callum and Sarah marched on ahead. Turning the heads of every guy that walked by. At least it was me just a small stop to make, ducking in and out without too many people getting to stare at Sarah.

As uncomfortable as I was with having to walked behind the two of them, it also gave me a prime view of Sarah's butt. It felt wrong to be perving on my own girlfriends ass, but I couldn't help but glance at the way her sexy black underwear snapped her butt cheeks. The excitement was somewhat lessened knowing that everyone had the same view of her, but it was a thrill none the less.

We kept walking into the more trendy part of town, with more cafes and stores lining the streets and a younger crowd to oggle Sarah's body. I knew she was proud with how much she'd slimmed down over the years, but she almost seemed excited and happy whenever some creep cat called her as we walked by. She was probably just to shy to confront them, better to juts ignore their perverted comments.

We'd been walking for a while and had passed a few different bottle shops already, but Callum didn't seem interested in them. Maybe they didn't have a good selection, or were too expensive? I didn't know why else we would pass them up.

Finally Callum turned into a store, holding the door open like a gentleman. He let Sarah through and followed in straight after her, letting the door go almost as if he wanted it to crash into me. I had to be less accusatory though, he was being kind by replacing the bottle he'd drunk. Why would he do that and then intentionally slam a door on me?

"You here Art?" Callum called out into the cramped store. Various bottles lined the walls, center shelf and were left in boxes on the floor.

"Was'Sup Callum." The clerk said, walking out of a back room behind the counter.

He was a tall, skinny and pale, with short black hair that was messy enough to completely cover his eyes. I don't know how he managed to see, but he didn't have any trouble meeting Callum's fist bump.

"Still picking up sluts everywhere you go." The man, 'Art' I suppose, said. I don't know what I was more mad at, the fact the he'd called Sarah a slut or that he just assumed she belonged to Callum.

"Excuse me sir." I raised my voice, keeping it polite but firm. "That's my girlfriend your talking about. I don't appreciate you using that kind of language."

He looked back at me, at least I think he was looking at me, then looked back at Callum.

"Don't be so defensive Liam, he only meant it as a complement." Callum said, draping his arms around Sarah. "You call a girl a slut when she's hot and knows how to have fun."

"You think I'm hot, don't you Liam?" Sarah asked, looking back at me.

Callum released her from his arms and walked over to Art. Catching up with him and giving us a chance to talk alone together.

"You know I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world baby." I could see her wince at the use of the pet name.

"Don't you think it's fate that Callum showed up tonight?" She asked? It was kind of a non sequitur, but I entertained it.

"If it is then fate sure has it out for me." I started chuckling but stopped quickly seeing the serious look on Sarah's face.

"I just think that maybe we should go along with his ideas."

"I'm not sure how much I like his ideas when the routinely expose you to both him and the general public."

"Is that was this is about Liam? Are you still made he got to see me naked?"

What did she mean 'what this is about'? Was she mad at me? Did she think I was mad at her?

"I... I just."

"We missed out in being normal teenagers right, because of the way we were treated in high school?"

Because of people like Callum! I thought, but wouldn't say.

"Yeah, but I think our time together was more valuable than any kind of 'normal' adolescence."

"Well, maybe now we have a chance to relive some of it? Maybe we loosen up and have some new experiences? I think Callum has some big things to offer."

The look in her eyes was so different to the Sarah I knew, full of a desire I'd never seen. Had she secretly wanted this her whole life, or had Callum awoken something deep inside her? I knew in my heart I only wanted a quite life with Sarah and no one else, but for her sake I could try something new. It would only be for tonight anyways.

"I guess I'll try to loosen up."

Sarah's face lute up and she hugged me tight, her still slick shirt pressing into me.

"Thank you Liam." She said, reminding me why I loved her so with that big smile of hers.

"Come here slut!" Callum called out.

Sarah broke of our hug and rushed over to him, I guess letting a guy call her a slut was part of this 'new experiences' thing?

"Art needs your help getting our bottle out of the back." Callum was smirking again.

"You know me, I love to be of use." She ran off with Art, closing the door behind her.

"Why can't you help him?" I asked Callum, he seemed more than capable of getting a bottle off a shelf.

"Oh it's in a bit of a tight spot." Callum, laughed as he lent back on the counter. "But your girlfriends good at taking things deep."

I guess she was still oiled? She might be able to squeeze into a tight space better than anyone else right now. With how cramped the store was, it didn't surprise me the store room would be just as bad.

"Ohh, I didn't think it would be that big."

I head the murmur come through the thin walls of the store. Callum must have wanted an extra big bottle, maybe that's why it was only in the back.

We stood in near silence, with only the occasional moan or cry coming through the walls as Sarah attempted to get the bottle. It took longer than I would have thought, but from the sounds she was making it wasn't an easy task.

Besides the moaning and grunting of Sarah trying to fit in that tight space, there was also a wet slapping sound. I couldn't quite what it was, and it came irregularly enough to prevent me from getting a grasp of it. Maybe it was just the sound of a weird box falling over, Sarah seemed to yelp in surprise after each one.

I could tell when they were almost done after hearing the grunts take on a distinct tone of relief. Strangely Art seemed to be grunting more than Sarah, but he would have been holding some boxes back or something.

Sarah walked out of the door with a blank expression and a bottle in her hands, clearly strained from her task. The bottle didn't look that big to me, I'd say it was smaller than the one we had.

"Well, was the the kind if experience you were looking for? I joked as she walked over.

She blinked that blank expression out if her eyes and looked at me with a kind of awe.

"What have I been missing out on all these years."

The words seemed like a joke but their was something sincere in her voice? Maybe she was just playing up the bit, why would squeezing into a back store room be something she was missing out on?

"Let's get going." Callum said, punctuating his statement with a slap to Sarah's butt.

Hearing the sound, gears began to turn in my head. It was just like that strange slapping sound from before. Had Art been slapping her ass while she was looking through the back room?! Was that the experience she'd been missing out on?

I think I was letting things go to far now. Callum was already being so physical with her, I couldn't have just any guy being the same. I wanted her to have this night, but I would need to set up some hard boundaries before things got out of hand.

"Hey Sarah." I said, following behind her as we walked out if the store.

I was ready to tell her my boundaries when I noticed something was off. My train of though derailing as the realisation crashed into me.

Sarah's panties were missing!