Raquel's Night

Raquel readied herself for her date. She put on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a yellow blouse. She fixed her hair and makeup. Don came to pick her up at 6:30. "So we still on for Greek food?"

"I'm actually in the mood for Italian," said Raquel. "I'm craving a big plate of spaghetti covered in lots of sauce and a big meatball."

"OK, sounds good," said Don.

They drove to the restaurant and chatted about their summer plans. Don noticed that when Raquel talked, she would put her finger up her nose, but he did not comment for a while. Finally, he had to ask. "So is your nose itchy or something?"

"Oh, no, I'm just a down to earth kind of girl," said Raquel as she happily picked her nose.

In the restaurant, Raquel ordered an iced tea and a large spaghetti with meatball. Any time she spoke to Todd, she slipped a finger up her nose and twisted it a bit. She smiled, thinking about how sexy but down to Earth she was being doing this and how Don should be eating this up despite the look he was giving her.

Later Raquel's food arrived. She blew on it a few times then grabbed a handful of spaghetti and shoved it into her mouth.

Todd, who had ordered a meatball sub, just stared in disbelief as Raquel kept using her hands to shovel spaghetti into her mouth, getting sauce all over her cheeks, chin, and even the tip of her nose. She only stopped shoveling food in her mouth when she took large gulps of her iced tea.

"Raquel!" said Don, "what the hell?"

"Uhggmm," said Raquel with a mouthful of food almost spilling out. "I'm suhh hungruhhhh. I huv a bug appetut." She kept eating like a pig, and the befuddled waiter filled refilled her iced tea, and she gulped more down.

Don had lost his appetite. He asked for a to-go box and just watched Raquel make a pig of herself while she made satisfied grunting sounds. When she was finished, she licked her plate clean. Spaghetti sauce was all over her face and on her blouse.

Don sat quietly as Raquel wiped her face with a napkin, smearing her make-u, and smiled at him. He paid the check in silence, boxed up his sandwich, and they left.

The iced-tea had done its job. As Don held the door of his SUV open for Raquel, she clenched her thighs together. "Oh god!" she said in mock surprise. A wet spot appeared in her crotch and moved down her inner thighs.

"What the hell?" muttered Don.

After she had finished, the wet spot in Raquel's crotch had spread to her pockets and down to the inside of her knees. "Oh, I can't believe I just wet my pants!" she said, putting a hand over her mouth and pretending to be embarrassed.

"I guess I should take you home then," said Don.

"Good idea. I can change there!"

Don found an old towel in the back of his vehicle and put it on the passenger seat. Raquel got in and tried not to smile smugly. Tonight she had proven she was sexy, but down to earth and ****, and Don would really be hot for her now.

The ride home was uncomfortable. The wetness in Raquel's crotch was not pleasant, and she was starting to smell, and Don said not a word. When they reached her house, Don walked her to the door. "Wanna come in while I change?" asked Raquel.

"Um, no, I'm going to call it a night. I hope whatever's wrong with you is like you know, gets better."

Raquel was shocked. "Are you sure? It's not late, and my parents aren't home."

"Yeah, I'm going." Don quickly walked to his car, leaving the stunned Raquel on her porch.

Raquel walked into her house. She could not figure out why Don was not turned on by her actions. She did everything Taylor said he found sexy. "Must be a fuckin' off night for him," she muttered. She went upstairs to ask Taylor for advice, but she was not home, so she showered and went downstairs to watch TV.

A couple of hours later, Taylor walked in, grinning like the mouse who stole the cheese.