Pete is Surprised

"Nice to meet you, Miss..Dun..Heidi.." Pete stammered a bit, his mind going in 9 places at once. "I mean..ohh..Let me try again..Nice to meet you, Miss Dunning" he finally got correctly.

"Hi, and thanks. Same to you. And you're name?" Debbie asked, cordially and with that beaming smile. "Fan of the show?" she asked.

"Peter..People call me Pete..I only love the episodes with you in them. You're so beautiful, funny, and better than Tim Allen..They should call it All Heidi, All The Time" Peter replied, to her genuine, warm laugh.

"Haha! Oh, they'd never do that..I don't mean that much to them. I'm just a side character, like Brad's girlfriends or the hardware store guys. Nobody wants All Heidi, All the Time" Ms. Dunning commented, touching Pete's arm. "Al All the Time, maybe..But not Heidi".

"I disagree. I even know women who only watch because of you..You're skilled, strong, and did I say incredibly beautiful?" Pete replied.

"You did..But.." Ms. Dunning began her reply. "Let me finish this line of people. But, stick around the expo..I want to talk to you more..Coffee in about a half hour? You and Debbie, not you and Heidi" she surprisingly asked.

Pete's mind nearly exploded. He didn't plan for this! Maybe some idle star worship, maybe a selfie to show his friends, possibly a hug, but..Coffee with Debbie Dunning? Just us? Whoa" he thought.

Passing time at the expo, Pete met Debbie "Heidi" Dunning at the in-house eatery, The Your Home Diner, a cozy, old-style diner, complete with an older, what can I get cha, hun waitress. Both Pete and Debbie found her hilarious and sterotypical.

She walked off, and Debbie leaned into Pete, motioning with her soft, sinewy fingers, and repeated "What can I get cha, hun?" in a funny voice. Her fingers remaining in place, Pete took them in his hand and held them, soaking in their warmth. The move worked well on Heidi.

"You like?" Debbie asked. "I don't meet guys like you often. Nice guys, attractive, interesting..Most guys I meet are hollywood types. Completely untrustworthy, shallow, vain, and only want me as their showpiece for parties or events. You seem..Different" Debbie explained. Pete was happily surprised, as he saw himself as not interesting at all. He'd often muse to himself "God I'm boring as a rat hole".

Lunch went extremely well, the two talked, laughed, connected, and Pete was in high heaven to say the least. He outwardly kept calm and even charming, while internally mentally a 5-alarm fire. He didn't even go to the men's room even though he desperately needed to. "I'm not leaving her alone, no way. Guys would be all over Heidi the second I go piss" he likely correctly thought.

Paying their bill, Pete got his second incredible surprise:

"My hotel is only two blocks down..The Oblisk..What would you say to..Joining me?" Debbie smiled and asked, tilting her head very sensually. "Heidi wants to have sex with Peter..".

Pete immediately agreed, but his confident side was questioning it. "No way she just said that..The Tool Girl wants ME to fuck her? This per-fect, per-fect woman wants..ME to fuck her? Debbie Dunning! Heidi! Wants MEEE to fuck her?" his overheated brain flew and flew. Eventually, Pete calmed himself down and settled into the fact: Yes, Debbie Dunning, The Tool Girl, wanted me to fuck her in that swanky hotel. All night. Pete and, if she'll let me, Heidi.

"I'm on the fifth floor..Room 508" she stated, taking Pete's hand and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"You kiss nice..Where have you been?" Debbie said. "I've never felt lips that soft and nice..You're a very sexy man" she sighed. Pete thought to himself, I don't know how I did this, but, fuck..I did. And am going to!