she'd be but I'll bet she gets killer tips as a bar tender.”
“What makes you say that?” Lisa asked with serious expression.
“Because a drunk guy tips a beautiful lady very well, generally speaking.”
“I noticed,” Lisa pouted.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Craig asked defensively. “I know I tipped her a lot and I could make a lot of excuses but in the end it was just my male instinct.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“No. But it shouldn't make you feel bad. I'd have tipped you double that if you were a bar tender.”
“That's sweet. But it wasn't just the tip. It was the way you looked at her too.”
“Oh boy. I'm not sure I want to know what you mean but I think we need to get this out,” Craig said, readying for his defense.
“You didn't just look her in the face and ask for drinks. You looked at her face, eyes, lips, tits, hips, and cunt.”
“Well...” Craig began and was cut off.
“Then when she turned around you went right to her ass and looked her up and down from her black hair back down to her tiny ass!”
“Are you going to tell me she isn't beautiful?”
“No.”
“Can you honestly tell me that you didn't have me reasonably aroused from dancing by that point?”
“Well, no. I think we both were,” Lisa admitted.
“So yeah, I think she's beautiful. I think she's sexy and I think she knows it and was working it last night.”
“She sure was.”
“So you saw that too?” Craig inquired.
“Definitely. It was pretty obvious.”
“Well what did you think of Melissa?”
“I suppose I think she was worth looking at twice,” Lisa acknowledged, blushing as she spoke.
“Oh....that's what you kept look at back at the bar! I wondered what you were looking at every once in a while but there were always different people ordering. But it wasn't them, it was her wasn't it?”
“Yes. I thought she was really working it and liked to see the reactions of every guy that ordered from her. But then I saw you doing the same thing and it made me wonder.”
“Made you wonder what?”
“It made me wonder if you prefer her to me.”
“I prefer no one to you. And I say that even after checking her out, up and down as you put it, several times.”
“Several times!?! Is that why we got into it so fast last night I never got my panties off?”
“You know that was never one thing but the buildup of he entire night, including you being hot as hell.”
“Thank you,” Lisa finally smiled. “Good answer.”
“It's the truth and you know it”.
There was a pause in the conversation as Craig served up Lisa some hotcakes, sausage and juice then Craig asked again.
“So why are you having lunch with Melissa today?”
“I honestly don't know. We were just sort of talking a bit and saying how good it was to see each other again and then out of the blue I just said we should get together for lunch and catch up. She said she was free today and next thing you know we're planning lunch.”
“Well that's pretty cool. It's such a small town and most people move away it's nice to have a few more friends.”
“Yeah, but it's a bit crazy because I remember in school two years younger seemed so much younger that we never hung out with anyone. Sure we know who everyone was, but it wasn't like we knew each other, ya know?” Lisa asked, pausing in thought.
“That's true. But it must be difficult coming back home and all your friends are gone and the only family you have left is an uncle. We both lost our parents in the last few years so we know exactly what that's like.”
“I guess that's what worries me.” Lisa said, putting her head down.
“What? What's wrong?”
“I think she was always a sweet kid. And she's what, twenty-three now? So where before she seemed so much younger than us we're really the same age. So what if we become good friends and she's over here all the time or going out with us?”
“What would be wrong with that?”
“Could I trust you
“What makes you say that?” Lisa asked with serious expression.
“Because a drunk guy tips a beautiful lady very well, generally speaking.”
“I noticed,” Lisa pouted.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Craig asked defensively. “I know I tipped her a lot and I could make a lot of excuses but in the end it was just my male instinct.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“No. But it shouldn't make you feel bad. I'd have tipped you double that if you were a bar tender.”
“That's sweet. But it wasn't just the tip. It was the way you looked at her too.”
“Oh boy. I'm not sure I want to know what you mean but I think we need to get this out,” Craig said, readying for his defense.
“You didn't just look her in the face and ask for drinks. You looked at her face, eyes, lips, tits, hips, and cunt.”
“Well...” Craig began and was cut off.
“Then when she turned around you went right to her ass and looked her up and down from her black hair back down to her tiny ass!”
“Are you going to tell me she isn't beautiful?”
“No.”
“Can you honestly tell me that you didn't have me reasonably aroused from dancing by that point?”
“Well, no. I think we both were,” Lisa admitted.
“So yeah, I think she's beautiful. I think she's sexy and I think she knows it and was working it last night.”
“She sure was.”
“So you saw that too?” Craig inquired.
“Definitely. It was pretty obvious.”
“Well what did you think of Melissa?”
“I suppose I think she was worth looking at twice,” Lisa acknowledged, blushing as she spoke.
“Oh....that's what you kept look at back at the bar! I wondered what you were looking at every once in a while but there were always different people ordering. But it wasn't them, it was her wasn't it?”
“Yes. I thought she was really working it and liked to see the reactions of every guy that ordered from her. But then I saw you doing the same thing and it made me wonder.”
“Made you wonder what?”
“It made me wonder if you prefer her to me.”
“I prefer no one to you. And I say that even after checking her out, up and down as you put it, several times.”
“Several times!?! Is that why we got into it so fast last night I never got my panties off?”
“You know that was never one thing but the buildup of he entire night, including you being hot as hell.”
“Thank you,” Lisa finally smiled. “Good answer.”
“It's the truth and you know it”.
There was a pause in the conversation as Craig served up Lisa some hotcakes, sausage and juice then Craig asked again.
“So why are you having lunch with Melissa today?”
“I honestly don't know. We were just sort of talking a bit and saying how good it was to see each other again and then out of the blue I just said we should get together for lunch and catch up. She said she was free today and next thing you know we're planning lunch.”
“Well that's pretty cool. It's such a small town and most people move away it's nice to have a few more friends.”
“Yeah, but it's a bit crazy because I remember in school two years younger seemed so much younger that we never hung out with anyone. Sure we know who everyone was, but it wasn't like we knew each other, ya know?” Lisa asked, pausing in thought.
“That's true. But it must be difficult coming back home and all your friends are gone and the only family you have left is an uncle. We both lost our parents in the last few years so we know exactly what that's like.”
“I guess that's what worries me.” Lisa said, putting her head down.
“What? What's wrong?”
“I think she was always a sweet kid. And she's what, twenty-three now? So where before she seemed so much younger than us we're really the same age. So what if we become good friends and she's over here all the time or going out with us?”
“What would be wrong with that?”
“Could I trust you
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