A date occurs...

Friday couldn't come fast enough, and you were nervous. Morgan was going to meet you at your place. She told you to get drunk. Bill would be, you thought. You found yourself in your den in the cellar at your house and drinking whiskey to kill the nerves. You had beaten off ten times and couldn't contain it.

You heard the door open, Morgan texted it was her, and she was going to get ready. Don't come up, she insisted. Stay down there. You stayed in your den. You weren't concerned with your parents coming home as they long since retired and moved south, and were in the process of selling the house.

An hour of nervous movement and pacing, listening to Morgan get ready had you on edge. You were about to jerk off again, when bIll showed up at the back door. He had walked here. He looked at you with wide eyes.

“This is weird,” was all he said. He was wearing a black colored shirt, jeans and decent black dress shoes. In his hand was flowers. Flowers? You laughed to yourself.

All you responded was “yup”. You both paced and waited and paced and waited. Finally, you heard the creaking of steps coming down the stairs. You weren't sure what was going to happen. The door opened, and both of your jaws dropped. Morgan had on that yellow dress she only wore in the house, the one that hugged her tight body, and had frilly bands that covered her breasts. There wasn't a way to wear a bra. Morgan had always said she'd “never” wear this dress in public. She had straight dark black shiny hair, and full make-up with dark eye-shadow, and pink shiny lips. Her long creamy white toned legs went down to her silver strap heels. She was stunning. Better than your fantasies. And your fiancee was dressed up not for you but for Bill.

What was funny is that you were almost thirty, and Bill was several years over thirty. Morgan was in her twenties, and somehow looked more mature than both of you combined.

“Wow,” Bill spoke first.

Morgan smiled and blushed. “Thanks,” she seemed elated by his reaction to her dress. “Are those for me?” She saw the flowers on the pool table. She suddenly beamed like a kid on Christmas. Her hands clasped. “THANK YOU BILL!” She walked over and kissed his cheek. She stood several inches taller than Bill, about two inches taller than even you. She put her arm around his waist and pointed to you. “You remember my roommate Bunz,” she said without hesitation. So that's how she was referencing you. It was all too surreal, like the story was playing out in real life.

Bill chuckled and smiled widely. “Of course.”

She winked at you. “I told him I'd be out meeting a guy from Plentyoffish. You never know who'd show up. I told him he could tag along.” She then pointed upstairs. “Could you get some beers Bunny, and maybe make me a vodka cran, you make the best ones,” she smiled at you.

With a quick breath, you turned and almost ran upstairs. It dawned on you she was making you do errands, but this didn't stop your excitement. You made the drink as fast as you could and grabbed a six pack from the fridge of Budlight. You brought the bottle of Vodka down with you as well.

When you got downstairs, they were on the couch, talking. Morgan was on his right, her legs crossed in towards him. This was a small thing, but with that tight dress, and how Morgan always commented about body language, it was huge. She said a girl who crosses her legs in is telling a guy she isn’t too far from opening them.

You watched as they chatted. Like two people who didn't know each other, getting to know each other. The drinks came fast. Bill was chugging his, and Morgan was going drink for drink. You couldn't keep up. You made her another quickly upstairs, and came back down. Now they were outside smoking.

“So how old are you?” Morgan asked. Bill said he was thirty three. “Oooh...I like older guys,” Morgan cooed.

It was time to go, and Morgan spoke about being hungry. You took an Uber to the bar across from the Mall, near the theater where you often started a night, and had discussed this whole night. Morgan had an aura of confidence. Bill opened the door for her, and she seemed shocked at this respect. She told him he was “winning points”. They held hands as they walked towards the bar. You were behind them. You could see the outline of Morgan's pink thong. It couldn't be hidden in that tight dress. It never could. Its why she wore thongs with it. When she walked into the restaurant she turned heads.

When you reached the hostess you were unsure what was going to happen. Morgan put her hand on your shoulder. “Bunz,” she said with low eyes. “Can you sit at the bar, so we can talk. And get to know each other.” She looked at the hostess, “Plentyoffish date and all.”

So you went to the bar. They were seated in the back. You had a good view. The bartender a younger guy than you made a comment. “Lucky guy.” You watched like a puppy dog, almost inappropriately as your fiancee dined with your asshole friend. He was drunk, but so was she. He kept leaning in to talk and you were shocked at how much Morgan was laughing. Was he making fun of you? Probably. Jealousy and excitement rolled through you.

It was time to go eventually, and Bill and Morgan got up. They walked over to you, holding hands. Morgan tapped your shoulder. “Let's go to that country place you can dance at.”

Another Uber ride and you were at the country bar. Well, it was more of a place for girls to dress like sluts, and you were surprised how well, int that tight dress Morgan fit in. From the moment you entered the bar, it was like you weren't even there. Morgan and Bill chatted and laughed. They were people watching and insulting everyone.

Occasionally, Morgan would ask if you wanted a smoke. You'd go out, and they'd be chatting as is you weren't there. Everyone was pretty drunk. Bill asked Morgan to dance, and you watched them take the floor. It was awkward at first, but they kept a distance as Morgan moved and Bill did his stupid motorcycle move with his hands. Usually Morgan would roll her eyes, but now she laughed and did the same to jokingly mimic him.

You noticed something in that moment. Morgan's shoulders were back, and head high. She sometimes slumped with her posture. She was...well...having fun and full of confidence. It made you jealous, and your cock wouldn't stop vibrating now.

You weren’t the only one to notice Morgan. Every guy in the place was checking the girl in the yellow dress out. You heard guys say “You see that hottie int the yellow dress.” She was quite literally the hottest girl there. It gave you pride to know you had the hot fiancee, but in reality, at that moment. You didn't. She was with Bill. Another twinge of jealousy and excitement filled your body.

They came back, and Morgan went to the bathroom. She asked Bill to get her a drink. You were alone with Bill for the first time.

“It's gonna happen,” he said with a clenched jaw. “Finally.” He pumped his fist. “You know how long I've waited for this chance dude. I told you it would happen eventually.” He seemed confident, and at least he wasn't giving you shit.

Morgan came back, and her and Bill talked. She then grabbed her purse. “Let's go have a smoke.” You started to follow. Morgan stopped you, dead in your tracks. She came close so you could hear. “Things are kind of going well over here, could you uh..hang at the bar.” She patted your shoulder and walked holding Bill's hands to the back patio. You just stood motionless and stared, unaware that your cock was now leaking causing a stain.

It felt like an eternity as you waited. You even ordered a drink. About twenty minutes had passed, and you couldn't wait, so you walked towards the back. There was a large wooden beam coming out of the wall, and you knew on the other side was a dart board and next to that the door out. You stopped in your tracks when you looked around the beam. Right before your eyes, as you had wrote about for years, Morgan and Bill were going at it in the corner. There mouths thrashing back and forth. Your friend’s wet tongue trying to wrap around your fiancee's as they kissed in an obscene manner. What is funny is that Morgan always made jokes about kissing at bars, and would even get behind people and give a thumbs up. Now, eyes closed, arms around Bill they kissed wildly, and it was more passionate than you could ever write about. A girl came up and gave them a look. Morgan stopped the kiss and gave her a **** stare before pointing away towards the dance floor and gesturing for the girl to “beat it” with her hand and her mouth. She then went back to making out with Bill.

Your heart was pounding as you watched. She sure looked like she enjoyed it. They stopped there kiss, and Morgan adjusted her hair. Bill whispered something and Morgan laughed. You darted back and out of view and back to the bar. They came around the beam holding hands, and with wet faces. Morgan's lipstick was messed up, and Bill's lips glistened. He had a wide smile.

Morgan came up to you and rooted through her purse. She wasn't looking at you now. She flicker her hair. “It's time to take off. Let's go back and get some more drinks at the house.”

You got an Uber, a large van. Morgan insisted on sitting in the back. She scurried in and Bill followed. “Stay up there Rabbit, keep the guy company.” She asked. You did as told. No questioning. You sat in the front seat, two rows away, as the Indian driver with a thick accent asked about your night. You couldn't care less about his words trying to answer. You kept looking back, and saw them again kissing in the darkness of the back seat. Bills hand was rubbing her thigh and you almost died, as it moved up the middle of her right thigh, and disappeared. You couldn't believe this. There was no noise, and you sort of hoped the Indian driver would turn on the radio, and at the same time you wanted to hear.

The driver spoke about being an Uber driver. You just “yupped” him, checking back, trying to focus on the activity in the backseat.

“Cut it out,” a soft giggle came from Morgan. You turned back and they were kissing again. Bills hand moving under the tight skirt of her dress. “Bill.....ohh......uuuunnnngggh....” her soft moans were clear. Then an unmistakable sloshing filled the entire van. As if it was blasted over a loud speaker. It was followed by a squishing sound. “Your a jerk,” Morgan whispered with a laugh. You knew what had happened. Bill had fingered your fiancee to orgasm in an Uber. She was now a “story”. Who would he tell though.

They were kissing again. You couldn't decide if the smacking lips or the sloshing was louder. The drive went on for what seemed like days. You finally arrived at your parents house. Bill got out and helped Morgan. They were holding hands as you were about to get a tip for the driver. Morgan came to the window. She pulled out two twenty dollar bills. “Could you do me a HUGE favor Bunz?” She handed you the money. “Could you get us another case of beer and a pack of Newports at the store?”

“But the store is like 15 minutes away,” You finally protested.

Morgan gave you a look. “Pleeeeeeeassse!” She said with a fake lip quiver.

You sighed, and saw them walking to your house as the driver pulled away. Bill's right free hand was slick with wetness. The two were laughing and stumbling to the door. They kissed halfway there, and that’s the last you saw.

“Those two are going to fuck!” The driver giggled in an Indian accent.