Michelle starts getting frisky with Jake

Michelle's eyes lit up, and then her heart began to race. Of all the times she had flirted her way toward getting sexual with someone, it had always been gradual foreplay, a game of will-you-won't-you, testing boundaries, and so on. With Abbie just now, it was a totally different game. It was one of saying 'here's what I want' out loud, getting the answer she wanted, and then ... that was it. It was suddenly 'go' time.

Jake and Chris both returned to the table at about the same time. Chris made a weak joke about how they were off doing something mysterious together, but it didn't land, and no one laughed. A bit of an awkward silence filled the air.

Michelle began to wonder if the conversation with Abbie a moment ago had been a dream. There was nothing in the vibe right now that suggested that Jake would be into anything with her. Okay, clearly I misunderstood Abbie's sense of humor or something, thought Michelle.

The waiter returned with dinner. The timing was good, since the group needed something to break the monotony of silence. The food was exquisite, so at the very least, they had that to comment on.

Michelle, more than a little ****, decided to double down on her interest in toying with Jake -- but she began be re-engaging Abbie in conversation. "Abbie, I couldn't help but notice your absolutely adorable shoes tonight. Where did you get those?"

Abbie giggled a little, finding the question a bit random. "Honestly, I can't remember. But they are super cute. And they make me feel so tall!"

"Are they comfortable?" Michelle asked. "I mean, sometimes cute shoes like that can chafe a little when you put them on, take them off, put them on, take them off ..."

Just then, Abbie felt something on her lower leg. She glanced up at Michelle, who winked at her. It was Michelle's foot, Abbie was sure of it.

"You're right, Michelle. Gotta be careful about that." Abbie slipped a shoe off her own foot, and touched Michelle with it. She understood a little more of Michelle's game now.

Michelle shifted in her seat, and angled her body slightly toward Jake. In doing so, she took her foot off Abbie's leg, but Abbie wasn't sure what might happen next.

"Jake, do you know have any opinions about shoes?"

Jake took a bite of asparagus. "Nope, can't say I do."

"Well, I should tell you," Michelle continued, slurring just a little, "that for women, it's best if there's a combination of fashion and function. We have to feel good and look good."

Abbie smiled at Jake and mouthed, "just go along with her, Jake." Chris, meanwhile, seemed oblivious.

"Abbie," said Michelle, "do you think Jake should learn more about the comfort of women's shoes?"

"I do!" agreed Abbie.

"Wait, I'm not trying on your shoes, if that's what you're --" Jake started to object, but then was interrupted by the feeling of something touching his leg. He shot a look at Abbie who shook her head innocently. He turned slowly to Michelle, who now idly put a hand out and stroked his arm.

"I'm just saying that you'll appreciate more how a woman dresses if you understand her feet. Isn't that right, Chris?"

Chris looked over at Michelle. "I'm sure it is, Chelle. I'm sure it is." He didn't seem particularly engaged in whatever Michelle was talking about.

Michelle sighed and looked at Abbie as if to say, see what I'm dealing with? Abbie giggled lightly, and ate a small bit of mashed potato. Michelle swiftly slid her toes up Jake's leg toward his thigh. Jake sat up straight in his chair, hoping to make sense of the scene without having to look under the table. In the meantime, Abbie had her foot also stretched across the table, and was wiggling her toes into his leg as well.

Jake's look went from Abbie to Michelle and back again. Abbie was smiling, tilting her head to one side. She had a knowing look on her face. Surely these two know they're both doing the same thing, right? wondered Jake. He slowly put his hands beneath the table, putting his left on Michelle's foot and his right on Abbie's. He touched Michelle's ankle, discovering a very fine chain hanging there. He ran his hand along the underside of her calf. She brought her hands below the table as well, and touched Jake's fingertips. They made eye contact, and she maneuvered her foot again so that her toes touched his crotch.

Michelle narrated a bit. "When a woman's feet are comfortable ..." (Michelle pressed into Jake's upper thigh) "... and supported ..." (she nudged her toes a bit higher and touched his penis) "... and balanced ..." (she felt him stiffen a bit) "... she feels confident and strong."

"Mmm, I agree," said Abbie. She pinched at his inner thigh with her toes, and Jake ran his right hand along the top of her foot again, grazing her ankle, sending little shivers through her skin.

Michelle nudged her body closer to Jake, and bent her leg over his. His hand continued exploring her calf, then her knee. She put her hand on top of his, and led it further along her thigh, pulling his fingers along the inner part of her leg, pushing the material of her dress up. Her bare foot toyed with Abbie's leg, and Jake began to lose track of whose body parts were whose under the table. It was like a strange game of blind restaurant Twister. He glanced briefly at Chris, who seemed completely unaware, and was looking at something on his phone.

Michelle left Jake's hand on her thigh, and slid her own hand back toward him under the table, where she found Abbie's foot now in Jake's crotch. Abbie was pressing her toes into Jake's now semi-hard erection, and Michelle first touched her foot, then his hand, and then his pants, feeling his cock jolt under her fingers.