Zoe recommends a cafe

"I know a place for dinner" Zoe said without taking her eyes off my girlfriend. "It's very nice, and the food's great."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"The Milky Teacup."

"Oh, I loved that place last time!" Sarah said. She was definitely excited to go.

"Oh, you've been there?" I asked. "What is it like? Is it, like, a restaurant, or...?"

"It's actually a café. But what they serve is good whenever you go. Zoe has taken me there several times. The service is amazing! They treat you very well, they give you their all, and they leave you satisfied!"

I thought it was a weird way of describing waiters, but I trusted Sarah's advice.

"Very well. I'll just get changed real quick and we'll go."

I let them chatting in the living room while si went to the bedroom. The moment I closed the door, I felt something off. Our bed had been moved, and it was a total mess of bedsheets. It looked as if there had been a pillow fight, or they had played Twister on it. There were some stains here and there, just like small splashes. And it smelled... Weird. Like salty and sweet, and sour. It also smelled like sweat. I sighed.

The least Sarah and Zoe could do was to make the bed. I heard how intense the massage was, and how much cream or lotion, or whatever they used. But they could've cleaned up a bit, right? I decided I'd clean later, since I was also getting hungry. I just changed into some jeans and a clean checked shirt, nothing too fancy.

When I came out of the room, the girls were waiting by the door, chatting and giggling. They were basically hugging, and I noticed how close they were: Sarah seemed so comfortable with Zoe, and Zoe couldn't take her eyes off her, constantly smiling and blushing.

And then I saw Zoe's hand. It was resting on my girlfriend's ass. No, she was groping her big, round ass.

"Uuh... Sarah?" I asked as I tried to point at her ass discretely.

"Yes, we're ready!" She said, but then she noticed what I meant. "What? This? Oh, Liam! I've told you before! Girls do this all the time! We can touch each other just like this!" As she said this, she gave Zoe's thick butt a big slap, making her blush more. "It's like... When a man punches another man and calls him an idiot, but they know they're just playing or mocking. You wouldn't say they hate each other, or they're enemies, right?"

"I guess..." Her explanation made sense. Boys tend to be more violent and physical, even with our friends.

"It's the same thing, just different method! We girls express our friendship with some playful fondling!" As Sarah spoke, Zoe reached up and started massaging my girlfriend's breasts over her dress. "Or even some kissing!" She took Zoe's face with her hands and kissed her mouth. They didn't use any tongue, but it was a long kiss. "And it doesn't mean we're more than good friends!"

I was overwhelmed by what had just happened. I'd just seen my hot girlfriend kiss a cute friend of hers. And they were cool with that. Were all women really that friendly with each other.

"That... That just seems a bit too much..."

"You wouldn't understand it unless you were a girl yourself." Sarah said immediately. She hugged Zoe with an arm and put her other hand on her hips. She was serious. "You think I'd cheat on you with a female friend right in front of your eyes? That I'd lie to you about something that is so very normal to us? Maybe you need to ask another girl about it and see if I'm the liar you think I am."

Now she sounded upset. Zoe had hugged her with both arms, almost as if she were afraid of me.

"Alright! I'm sorry" I said. "I... You're right. I don't understand it. It's not something I'm used to seeing. I'm sorry I doubted you. It's just that... Watching my girlfriend kiss another person, even if it's a girl..."

"I see, Liam." Sarah approached me without letting go of Zoe. She put her free hand on my face. "But you are my boyfriend. Nothing's gonna change that. I love you, no matter how friendly I am with my girlfriends. It doesn't mean the same as it means with you. And... Maybe it's because you're still down because of our special night being put off. But we'll get there, and we'll be so happy together."

She kissed me so sweetly. Sarah always finds the words to make me feel better. Yes, she was right. I should be mature about her friend. I always thought it was funny that girls can call their female friends girlfriends when they aren't in a sexual or romantic relationship, while men can't call their friends boyfriends. That was what Sarah meant. She definitely had several girlfriends, not only Zoe. And it was good she did!

"You are so cute together." Zoe said. She was smiling again, and her words made me smile too.

"Thank you, Zoe. And thank you, Sarah. Now let's go to the Milky Teacup!"

They nodded, and as they turned around, I noticed that Zoe had been squeezing Sarah's ass all this time.

We took a taxi there. Sarah had asked me kindly to go shotgun, since we would've been tight sitting all three of us in the backseat given how... Uh... Thick they were. She used that word.

The trip there was rather uneventful, but I could hear them giggling and chatting, and when I looked at them through the rearview mirror, I could see them giving each other friendly touches. Sarah seemed to love squeezing Zoe's soft, thick thighs, while Zoe couldn't leave my girlfriend's boobs alone. It was weird to see my girlfriend getting that touchy, so I had to remind myself Sarah's words again and again. Some men fantasize about their girlfriends or wives kissing with other girls, and I'd admit it looked hot. But there was something that kept me from fully embracing that fantasy. Maybe it was my mind, but at times I couldn't see where their hands were exactly.

We arrived some minutes later. The Milky Teacup looked really nice. The ambience was chill, and the music was relaxing, yet lively. It wasn't a small place, but it felt comfy. A waitress approached us and hugged Sarah and Zoe.

"Hello, girls! Welcome back!"

"Monica!" Sarah said as she hugged her back. This is my boyfriend, Liam.

"Oh, nice to meet you!" Monica waved at me with a huge smile. She was one or two inches taller than me. She had perfect brown skin, gleeful black eyes, and well-kept, black, curly hair tied in a high ponytail. Like every waitress there, she was wearing a teal blouse and skirt, which tightly fit her large bosom and ample ass; a white apron, and a cute white bow tie. She was also wearing black pantyhose with a pattern of hearts. "Sarah is one of our best clients! She's even mentioned you a couple times!"

I felt flattered. Sarah also thought of me when she was with her girlfriends! I wondered what she said...

Monica took us to a table. As we walked through the café I noticed something curious: I was the only guy in the place. Everyone else was a woman, from only 18-year-old looking girls, to even 40-year-old fancy ladies.

"Well, I have to say this, so: Welcome to the Milky Teacup! I'll be your server this evening!"

"Doesn't having a waitress make it a restaurant?" I asked "I thought cafés were more of ordering at the bar..."

Monica chuckled.

"It's not surprising anymore how many times we're asked that! But it's a question of ambience and service. The label café fits us better. It's part of our brand. Here's the menu!"

She gave us a set of three plastic menus. Indeed the design of everything was more like a place where one would have breakfast on Sunday morning, rather than the crowded and noisy place where families have dinner. And the food also showed that: there was a myriad of different types of coffee and pastries. I wanted a proper dinner, so I ordered some pasta and some water. Zoe ordered a sandwich with a fancy name.