Get out and look around

You are definitely surprised. A trip to a store that is closed is hardly what you would consider a romantic date. You look at Jeff with a questioning look. “Seriously? What’s up with this?”

Jeff just smiles mysteriously. “All in good time, m’lady. Now, what about finishing what you started?” He unfastens his seatbelt and pivots in your direction, giving you easy access to his still-bulging crotch.

You make a show of trying to decide. You reach between his legs and stroke the hard bulge thoughtfully before saying, “Nope. If you’re going to tease me, then I’m going to return the favor. As long as your lips are sealed, you and ‘Little Jeff’ here will find that mine are, too.”

You unfasten your seatbelt, open the door, and step onto the sidewalk to look around. You take a closer look at the building. Large painted letters in the window identifies it as “McNulty’s Home Furnishings.” Smaller letters indicate, “Family-owned since 1952.” Aside from the sign you previously saw, announcing that the establishment is temporarily closed for renovations, the only indication that anything is out of the ordinary is that there is no activity inside. The only visible light is over the display window in the front, where two manniquins sit on a loveseat in a romantic pose.

The businesses on either side and across the street are open and busy, with plenty of foot traffic on the sidewalks.

Jeff joins you just as a car pulls into the parking space adjacent to his. He walks uncomfortably, with his erection clearly refusing to subside. You almost feel sorry for him, but you also get a thrill of anticipation about what it’s going to be like when you finally give him a chance to unleash his pent-up passion.

“There they are now,” he says, looking toward the newly-arrived car.

“Who?”

“Devon McNulty and his girlfriend. I think her name is Chelle.”

A red-haired young man who looks to be about 20 years old gets of the car. From the passenger side, a petite girl of the same age gets out. She has platinum hair with pink highlights. Her short, tight-fitting black shorts and skin-tight halter-top leave nothing to the imagination. Her outfit and overall appearance seem to be designed to scream, “Hey! I’m here to PARTY!”

The couple approach, and Jeff greets them before introducing you.

“McNulty?” you ask, upon meeting Devon. You glance at the store that bears the name. “Not a coincidence, I assume?”

Devon grins, showing a gorgeous dimple in his right cheek. “That’s right. ‘Family-owned since 1952.’ I’m the third generation.” He introduces Chelle, who immediately strikes you as someone who has never felt awkward or embarassed around strangers in her life.

“So nice to meet you!” she says, giving you a big hug. She also gives Jeff a big hug, telling him how wonderful it is to see him again. As tightly as she is hugging him, you can’t imagine that she doesn’t feel his erection trying to tear free of his jeans. Knowing Jeff the way you do, and knowing what his turn-ons are, you are pretty confident that her embrace made things even more uncomfortable for him. You also notice that he doesn’t seem to be in the least bit of a hurry to end the embrace.

“So what are we doing here,” you ask. “Are you going to offer me a good deal on a piece of furniture for my dorm room? I should tell you now that all I can afford is a futon or a bean bag chair.”

Devon looks at Jeff. “You mean you didn’t tell her?”

Jeff grins and says, “No… I wanted to make it a surprise.”

You look back and forth between the guys, completely clueless about what they could be talking about. You glance at Chelle and ask, “Do you know what’s going on?”

Chelle beams and starts bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “Oh yes! I’ve been looking forward to this all morning!”

You’re definitely intrigued, but you’re also a bit irritated to be the only one not in the loop. You put your hands on your hips and say, “OK, who’s going to fill me in?”

Jeff and Devon exchange looks, and you detect an unmistakable gleam in their eyes. “What if you get ‘filled in’ by both of us?” Jeff asks.

Still clueless about why you are at the furniture store, you nevertheless feel a thrill and a warmth between your legs at Jeff’s suggestive comment. Whatever it is that they have planned, it sounds like Jeff’s uncomfortable erection won’t be trapped in his pants much longer.

Devon pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door. “Come on in, and we’ll explain,” he says.