Sara needs the cream of sum hung gai.

Two hours later, you're sitting at a corner booth with your girlfriend and her younger sister, the table cluttered with a variety of picked-over dishes the three of you had shared. Nicole, dressed in her post-workout sweats with her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, was telling a story you had heard a few times about one of the lawyers she works with accidentally making the wrong opening statement during a trial. In her defense, it was a pretty funny story, as evidenced by Sara's intermittent giggling--fuck, she's cute--but since you'd heard about it the day it happened, and at a brunch the following week, and a party a few days later, you were letting your mind wander a bit, and eventually your gaze settled on Sara's ample cleavage.

Suddenly, you snap back to reality as you feel something brush against your crotch. Looking down, you see a set of toes painted with electric blue polish, gently rubbing against your growing erection. Shooting a glance across the table, you see Sara completely pretending to pay attention to Nicole's story.

"Oh my God, Nikki! That's fucking hilarious! What did the Judge say?" Sara asked, slyly smiling as she ran her foot up and down the bulge in your jeans.

"The Judge was livid! He had all of us into his chambers, and..."

You feel your balls start to ache, and push back from the table. Nicole stops her story. "John?"

"I'm, uh, going to take care of the check. We should get moving soon so we have time to stop at Sara's apartment."

"Oh, right. Good thinking, babe."

As you cross behind Nicole, you make eye contact with Sara. You can tell, she needs another load. How could you not have noticed sooner? She's showing all the symptoms. Now it's obvious: she's fidgeting, a little sweaty, her eyes are glassy. Maybe if you hadn't been staring at your girlfriend's sister's tits, you'd have been able to tell. Feeling guilty, you find the waiter and pay for the meal. You're going to have to get Sara home pronto... but how am I going to tell Nicole?

Heading back to the table, Sara is sitting alone, fiddling with the chopsticks. Her eyes light up and fixate on your crotch and you can see her nipples start to poke through her flimsy tank top. She literally licks her lips as you approach.

"Nikki went to the bathroom," Sara tells you. "D'you think we have time for... you to give me my medicine? I need it."

"Not right this minute, Sara."

"What not right this minute?" says Nicole, still patting her hands dry on her sweatpants.

"Sara... needs me to... uh..." you start.

"I need more medicine," Sara finishes.

"Oh. Shit. Okay. Uh... well, we're only a couple of minutes from your apartment," says Nicole. "How about we head over quick, and I'll go pack a few things from your room while you two... take care of that? Sound good?"