Double date at dinner

For the third time in the last few minutes Bailey pushed Liam’s hand off his knee and wished he chose the seat next to Aunt Megan. If August touching him intimately made his skin crawl, Liam’s touch made him want to take sandpaper to where he touched to rid any trace of the experience. He didn’t even have any **** to help him through tonight. Aunt Megan and Chuck were drinking red wine, while Liam had a beer. Getting a beer was never going to work, but he had to try at least a little.

“Aunt Megan, could I have a glass of your red wine? Or maybe a white one, like that sweet tasting one?” Megan looked up at the waitress taking their drink orders before shaking her head. “They can’t serve **** to anyone under the age of twenty one, you know that pumpkin. If your good maybe you can have a glass of Riesling, that is the sweet wine you are talking about, with dinner tomorrow night.” Turning back to the waitress she ordered for Bailey. “She will have a diet coke.”

She watched as Liam said something to Bailey, she was already smiling. Bailey almost always was, but more life came into it as she nodded at whatever the boy said. It was remarkable the changes that had happened in Bailey. Bailey didn’t try ordering what he wanted, he asked permission and didn’t rebuke her when she told him no. He didn’t even fight when she ordered him a diet coke, she knew he didn’t like the taste of the drink. At home that was all there was beyond water, but here he had other options. This agreeable girl was so much better than the sexist loud mouth.

The group looked over the menu as Chuck told a story about how he was let go from a company when they came under new management and how they ended up begging him to come back when they realized they would have to pay five people to replace him. “I told them, no I am not going to tell you what I want for a salary. You let me go, if you want me back, give me an offer and then the first two times I rejected it to see how high they would go. It was a cathartic experience.”

Leaning a little closer to her date Megan whispered, but loud enough for the rest of the table to still hear. If the restaurant was louder it might not have carried. “Charles, try not to use big words like cathartic.” She then motioned with her eyes towards Bailey.

“Oh.” Chuck nodded, then gave his best reassuring smile he could looking at the younger blonde. “Cathartic means.. A psychological relief… it is like when you do or say something and it feels good after.” Bailey nodded his understanding, his friend of many years was giving him a vocab lesson. Demeaning, that was the vocab word of the day with everything happening.

“Yeah, so it is cathartic when I remind my brother that little stunt almost lost you the job and we had been living off unemployment for two months.” Liam said his mouth was partially full of a piece of bread he ate with a large smear of the garlic infused butter on the table.

“It all worked out, I got the job back with a much higher salary and you realized it was best if you started to work too. Now we are better off, and that is especially true tonight.” Chuck moved his hand to touch Megan’s shoulder. “Tonight means a lot to me, not only do I have your wonderful company, but you also introduced me to some of your family.”

“I am surprised you hadn’t run into my Bailey before, I know she has heard all about you.” Leaning his head away from Megan and squinting an eye Chuck tried to remember his friend ever mentioning the woman he was dating having a daughter with the same name as him for the hundredth time. It was possible, but they mostly talked about people they were sleeping with, wanted to sleep with or their next trip to Vegas. The girl had just recently turned eighteen, so he might not have even considered her worth thinking about. That and with his ego it would have been embarrassing to know a ditzy girly girl had the same name as him and they lived under the same roof. He could just imagine Bailey’s face turning scarlet when he woke up on the couch after a bender to find the teen girl had braided his hair or put makeup on his face. “We really didn’t talk a lot about our personal lives other than who we were seeing.”

“You were best friends and didn’t talk about your personal lives?” Chuck shrugged at the question as the waitress came back up to the table to hand out the drinks. “Guys really don’t do that.”

The conversation was more than distracting to Bailey and he started looking at the menu again when the waitress came back over. It was true, his best friend… his old best friend that couldn’t even recognize him when he sat across from him. They didn’t ever really get into deep conversations or feelings, when the first of his parents passed Chuck took him out for a drink and asked him how he was feeling and said he was there for him if he needed him. It made Bailey wonder how he would have responded if he told him the truth of how he felt. Candi would hold him and cry with him and then probably ask about some of his favorite memories. If he cried, Chuck probably would have just ordered him a stronger drink to help him get through it.

“Hey babe, do you want chicken, fish or steak?” Liam’s touch brought Bailey back into the moment. He was sure tonight he would have a nightmare about his touch. He wasn’t really sure what Aunt Megan would let him get away with, so Liam offering up steak as a suggestion was like someone asking him if he would like a thousand dollars.”Steak, yes, steak please!” Bailey’s mouth was watering, picturing cutting into a medium rare steak.

“She will have the Grilled steak salad. Babe are you okay with everything else in the salad? Tomatoes, gorgonzola, mushrooms, spicy candied pecans, some creamy horseradish sauce and balsamic?”

Closing the menu Bailey passed it to the waitress. “Sounds yummy.” At the mention of steak he had looked down to see the new york strip and porterhouse options. It was still going to be steak, he told himself. Count it as a victory, every victory counts. “And I will have the Center cut filet mignon, cook it closer to rare. Have the cook take the cow, show it the oven and feel the heat for a bit, then bring it to the table.

“I will have a cup of lobster bisque to start, then the grilled salmon salad and if you would, please add a touch more balsamic vinaigrette.” Chuck looked at his date and nodded. “That sounds like a really good idea, can I get a bowl of that soup and then for dinner the sausage, mushroom ravioli please.”

When the waitress left Chuck took command of the table again. “Where were we? We talked about my job a little and that is boring so I think we all agree to move on from that. Then we were talking about Bailey here. Bailey, why don’t you tell us what you like to do for fun?” It felt like a spotlight has been moved, blinding him while making everyone else focus on him. The restaurant didn’t actually go silent so everyone could hear him speak, but it felt like it.

“Umm like I dunno. Me and my bestie go to the mall to get our nails done, or buy clothes and shoes.”

“My bestie and I.” Megan corrected Bailey. He felt a small blush come to his cheeks the poor grammar was totally in character, but he hadn’t done it on purpose either. “My bestie and I like to go to the mall, but like you don’t want to hear me talk about clothes and the upcoming fall fashion. I would totally rather hear Liam tell me about himself.” That’s it Bailey, just a little information and deflect.

Chuck was ready to wave his hand at that and say how his brother was the boring one, but this was a date for him too, so he thought he would throw him a bone. “Most people call him Lee now, I know I get corrected all the time.” Liam gave a small glare at his brother.

“Look like her and you can call me what you want.”

“Best not interrupted your big brother Liam when he is trying to talk you up. You see Liam donates some of his time to charity. He goes down to a shelter and helps them pass out food to the needy.” Liam’s glare grew harder. Megan could tell the tension in the air went up and she wasn’t sure why. That was actually a very admirable act and thinking about someone like him doing that when she didn’t made her want to do more.

“That is a wonderful thing to do, don’t you think so Bailey?” Bailey was sure that was bullshit, Liam would never do charity work, but he couldn’t say that. “Oh my god, you like really do that? Wow, you are like so kind.”

Chuck gave a wink to his brother, it was true he did that, but it was more community service ordered by a judge after more than a few run-ins with the police for public intoxication. Public intoxication was a stupid charge to begin with, but he also hoped having to do the community service taught his brother a lesson on moderation or where it was he drank. “That is just me, I’m a giver.” Liam said, moving his hand up to Bailey’s cheek and leaning in for a soft kiss. He loved kissing this girl's pouty lips, the way they looked made them irresistible and he couldn’t wait to do much more with them. The way she whimpered at the kiss told him how much she wanted him.

When the hand touched his face Bailey closed his eyes, trying to keep any revulsion from his face. Then when he felt Liam’s lips press into his he let out a tiny whimper. Like why does he keep kissing me! Bailey screamed mentally. Aunt Megan was getting exactly what she wanted, Bailey was sure of it and things were going to get worse tonight. He tried not to focus on that, he was about to have some steak, it was in a salad, but it was steak and at the party Laim said he could drink as much beer as he wanted. Small victories Bailey, take the small victories, you can do this girl.

When dinner was over the group said their goodbyes, Bailey was shocked when Aunt Megan didn’t threaten him, or remind him of what he was supposed to do in the bathroom or when she hugged him goodbye. She did look a bit tipsy from the three glasses of wine, if only he could keep her on that so she stayed in the mood she was in. He had never seen her like this before, she was smiling, flirting and down right bubbly with how she giggled. Bailey had been seeing her as a **** of nature that he couldn’t stop, but Aunt Megan was a happy drunk. As Bailey walked away from her he looked over his shoulder thinking Chuck was going to be happy tonight.

“Here, I got this when someone is riding with me.” Liam held out a pink visorless helmet, but there didn’t seem to be one for himself. He reached into a satchel on the bike and put on some sunglasses to help him with the setting sun and his gloves. “This thing goes pretty fast, so make sure you hold on tight babe.”

Clipping the strap under his chin Bailey looked at Liam sitting on the bike, his old bike. He was about to ride pillion and hold onto another man like he was some biker's old lady. Getting on the tight leather skirt rode up an inconvenience Bailey could do nothing about and as Liam took off much faster than Bailey was expecting he latched onto him. Wrapping his arms around his chest to keep from falling off and unfortunately pressing his sensitive chest that didn’t even have the protection of a bra into Liam’s back.

The wind whipped around them as Liam moved through traffic, the old feeling of the motorcycle vibrating under him was different than before, it seemed… more. It felt wonderful, it felt… Bailey suddenly realized the vibrations that were running up from the bike were causing the vibrator wrapped around the head of his dick to come to life. The prosthetic was sensitive enough that when Liam picked up speed the thing took it as stimulation and responded by turning on. “Ahhh, ahhh.” Bailey wanted it to stop, but he was literally trapped with nowhere to go. He tightened his hold on Liam as his imprisoned cock thickened and pressed on the walls of the false vagina. “Mmmm, mmmmm, maaaaa.” It felt so good, so incredibly good and with not getting off earlier today Bailey found himself rocking his hips to the pleasure. “Mmmm, maaaaeeee, eee, eee, eee, eeeee, AHHHHH!”

Liam smiled, he had heard of something like this happening before, but thought it was an urban legend, but Bailey was really getting off on this. So instead of taking the direct route he moved up an interstate ramp so he could add some more speed for the girl and let her have her fun. Hearing her though made him consider taking her right to the bathroom so she could blow him. Her cries and moans were making him hard, but unlike her. Just traveling wasn’t going to get him off.

Bailey’s vision swam, so he closed his eyes, letting the pleasure overtime him. It was pointless to fight this and why should he? It wasn’t like he was some girl getting off, no he literally had a vibrator around his dick. The order and speed of his thoughts were all over the place and soon gone completely as he felt himself cum. It felt like an explosion of pleasure, he wasn’t sure when the last time he got off was, but it was way longer than he ever went before. “Ahhhhhhh, oh god, oh god.” He wanted to loosen his grip and go crawl into a bed, but the night was nowhere near over.