dinner arrives

Abbie and Jake sat in a fascinating silence. Her bare foot was resting on his naked cock, all hidden by the table and tablecloth. Jake had one hand beneath the table and was touching Abbie's foot and leg, and Abbie was masterfully working her toes on his dick -- not exactly jerking him off, but providing enough stimulation to get him completely erect.

Even with everything that they did in public and private, this was new territory. And it was more **** for Jake than Abbie, which made it even more unusual.

Abbie developed a bit of a rhythm, pressing the ball of her foot against Jake's cock, then working her toes from big to little. She was in the midst of shifting herself in her seat to improve her angle of access when the waiter arrived.

"Grilled ribeye, medium rare." He placed the dish in front of Abbie, either unaware of what was happening under the table or unwilling to acknowledge it.

"And also for you, sir." He put a matching plate in front of Jake, whose body language had all but frozen upon the arrival of the waiter.

Abbie smirked at Jake. I guess you aren't quite the brazen soul that I am, Mr. Lewis, she thought to herself. I would never have frozen still when the waiter arrived.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" asked the waiter. Jake shook his head and Abbie smiled politely. The waiter bowed, and left.

"... I mean, you could get me some lube?" said Jake, quietly and jokingly.

Abbie laughed. "And you could get me a seat a little closer so that I can actually touch this man's cock with my fingers!"

Jake laughed in response. If this was, in fact, a date, it was the best one he'd been on in years (or probably ever). "So, um, now that dinner is here ... I don't want to end your fun, but I need both hands to cut my steak."

Abbie chuckled. "Okay, okay. We can pause for dinner." She pulled her foot off Jake's lap and slid it back into her shoe. Jake awkwardly tried to stuff his dick back into his pants, but there really wasn't enough space to maneuver. "Having some trouble?" Abbie asked coyly. "Would you like me to climb under the table and help you?"

Jake glared at her. "Well, yes, naturally. But no. I've got it."

Abbie shrugged. "Okay, but let the record show that I offered and you declined. It's not every day you get a pretty girl like me willing to go under the table to play with your dick." Except, of course, it was every day, and Jake could easily make that happen if he wanted to.

Jake did manage to rearrange his penis and his pants, and even though he was still quite hard, at least everything was covered and zipped up. They both got to work on their steaks, and Jake said, between bits, "This is easily the best steak I've ever had. So perfectly cooked!"

Abbie swallowed the bite she had just taken. "Something something, meat in my mouth, but yeah, this is delicious." She sipped some more wine. "When are you going to cook for me, Jake?"

Jake was caught off guard. "Um, maybe sometime after the first time I let you see my apartment?"

Abbie cackled. "Oh my god, I wasn't even really serious, but now that you mention it, of course I've never been to your -- you live in an apartment? How old are you?"

Jake blushed and shook his head. "I'm twenty-eight. And yes, I live in an apartment. With a roommate. Kevin."

"Were you college besties?"

Jake laughed a little. "If you must know ... yes."

"And is your swank bachelor pad a carbon copy of whatever dorm you lived in ten years ago?"

Jake took a bite of steak to delay answering. "It's different."

"Name one difference."

Jake paused, and for too long. "We own a vacuum cleaner."

"Wow, you two are sweet little homemakers. How precious."

"Okay, I am literally never allowing you to come to my apartment. Besides, if you did, Kevin would probably just spend the evening hitting on you and trying to get you to fuck him."

"And I'd probably just end up saying yes."

"You'd say yes, and then you'd end up fucking Kevin."

"And you."

"And me."

"And we'd probably have a really good time."

Jake tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, then he looked back to Abbie. "You're right, I know. Okay, fine. Do you want to set up a time to come to my shitty apartment and eat my shitty cooking and then have sex with my stupid roommate and me?"

Abbie laughed and pounded her fist on the table. "That is maybe the worst invitation I've ever heard, and I would absolutely love to do all of those things!"

Jake turned over his shoulder and quietly said to no one, "I'm sorry Kevin! I have no willpower around this woman!"