asked.
Craig shook his head regretfully. “Old boyfriend re-entered the picture. Eventually she went back to him. Left me high and dry four months ago.”
“And he hasn’t gotten laid since,” Dan added.
Craig arched one irritated eyebrow at his friend. “Thanks for adding that part.” He looked at Diana once more. “Truth is, I’ve had a hard time getting over her.”
She cast a gentle smile. “Well, if you ask me, she made a stupid decision. You seem like a great guy.” She wasn’t even sugar-coating it. Craig struck her as the perfect masculine-but-slightly-sensitive guy-next-door, and she liked how he’d shared his story with her.
“You’ve got a very nice girl here, Marc,” he said, but then he rolled his eyes, looking a bit sheepish before returning his gaze to Diana. “Although I have no idea what possessed me to spill my guts to you.”
“Uh, the wine, I’m guessing,” Marc said.
From there, the conversation turned to sex, and Dan tossed out a question at random. “What’s the wildest sex you’ve ever had?”
Craig supplied an answer. “Easy. Once Marla and I did it on her dad’s pool table—while he was upstairs.”
Diana raised her eyebrows, laughing, and the guys shared easy high fives. “Dan?” she asked. “What about you?”
“Hmm,” he replied, thinking it over. “I guess I’d have to say it was on the fifty-yard line of the Sun Devil Stadium.”
This got even more of a response. After the gasps and laughter, he went on.
“I used to live in Phoenix, and a girl I was dating worked at the stadium. She had a fantasy about doing it on the field, so one night we snuck in. I wanted to turn on all the lights, but she was afraid it would blow our cover,” he added with a wink.
“Marc, what about you, dude?” Craig asked.
“Uh…” he said, grinning as if he’d been caught doing something naughty already, “let’s not go there.”
Diana turned to him with an inquisitive smile. “Why not?”
“Keeping secrets from the lady, Marc?” Dan joked.
He shrugged, still wearing a guilty grin as he glanced at Diana. “Well, maybe I do want to keep a secret or two…for your benefit.”
“Hmm,” she said, “intriguing.”
Across from them, Dan was narrowing his eyes on Marc. “I wouldn’t put up with that crap, Diana. In fact, I think you should dump his ass and go out with me .” He winked.
“Tempting,” she said, “but I’m wondering exactly what I have to do to find out Mr. Davenport’s naughty little secrets.” Casting Marc a sexy smile, she leaned provocatively up against him, rubbing her breasts against his arm as she’d first done back at the show. Setting her wineglass aside, she slid one hand up his thigh. “What’s it gonna take, hmm?”
He gave her a playful look of warning. “You’d…better tread carefully there, sweetheart. I’m already beyond frustrated.”
“Still?”
“What do you mean, still?” Craig asked.
Marc leaned back his head and rolled his eyes. “Truth is, you guys sort of showed up at…an inopportune moment.”
“Shit,” Dan said. “Why didn’t you tell us to take a hike?”
Marc glanced down at her with a reproachful smile. “Because Diana is too polite.”
“I wasn’t just being polite—I really wanted to hang out with your friends, get to know them a little.”
“Well, I’d say you’ve accomplished that,” Marc said on a laugh. And indeed, Diana did feel she’d gotten to know Craig and Dan as they’d cruised the neon strip together, joking and sharing stories. But she also suffered from the same frustration Marc did, and she wanted to ease it, for both of them.
“Hey, Diana,” Craig said, “that reminds me, you didn’t answer the question. What was the wildest sex you’ve ever had?”
Sitting snuggled up to Marc, her breasts aching and her cunt tingling with desire, she found herself having a very unorthodox urge and feeling very tempted to indulge it.
Maybe it was the wine.
Maybe it
Craig shook his head regretfully. “Old boyfriend re-entered the picture. Eventually she went back to him. Left me high and dry four months ago.”
“And he hasn’t gotten laid since,” Dan added.
Craig arched one irritated eyebrow at his friend. “Thanks for adding that part.” He looked at Diana once more. “Truth is, I’ve had a hard time getting over her.”
She cast a gentle smile. “Well, if you ask me, she made a stupid decision. You seem like a great guy.” She wasn’t even sugar-coating it. Craig struck her as the perfect masculine-but-slightly-sensitive guy-next-door, and she liked how he’d shared his story with her.
“You’ve got a very nice girl here, Marc,” he said, but then he rolled his eyes, looking a bit sheepish before returning his gaze to Diana. “Although I have no idea what possessed me to spill my guts to you.”
“Uh, the wine, I’m guessing,” Marc said.
From there, the conversation turned to sex, and Dan tossed out a question at random. “What’s the wildest sex you’ve ever had?”
Craig supplied an answer. “Easy. Once Marla and I did it on her dad’s pool table—while he was upstairs.”
Diana raised her eyebrows, laughing, and the guys shared easy high fives. “Dan?” she asked. “What about you?”
“Hmm,” he replied, thinking it over. “I guess I’d have to say it was on the fifty-yard line of the Sun Devil Stadium.”
This got even more of a response. After the gasps and laughter, he went on.
“I used to live in Phoenix, and a girl I was dating worked at the stadium. She had a fantasy about doing it on the field, so one night we snuck in. I wanted to turn on all the lights, but she was afraid it would blow our cover,” he added with a wink.
“Marc, what about you, dude?” Craig asked.
“Uh…” he said, grinning as if he’d been caught doing something naughty already, “let’s not go there.”
Diana turned to him with an inquisitive smile. “Why not?”
“Keeping secrets from the lady, Marc?” Dan joked.
He shrugged, still wearing a guilty grin as he glanced at Diana. “Well, maybe I do want to keep a secret or two…for your benefit.”
“Hmm,” she said, “intriguing.”
Across from them, Dan was narrowing his eyes on Marc. “I wouldn’t put up with that crap, Diana. In fact, I think you should dump his ass and go out with me .” He winked.
“Tempting,” she said, “but I’m wondering exactly what I have to do to find out Mr. Davenport’s naughty little secrets.” Casting Marc a sexy smile, she leaned provocatively up against him, rubbing her breasts against his arm as she’d first done back at the show. Setting her wineglass aside, she slid one hand up his thigh. “What’s it gonna take, hmm?”
He gave her a playful look of warning. “You’d…better tread carefully there, sweetheart. I’m already beyond frustrated.”
“Still?”
“What do you mean, still?” Craig asked.
Marc leaned back his head and rolled his eyes. “Truth is, you guys sort of showed up at…an inopportune moment.”
“Shit,” Dan said. “Why didn’t you tell us to take a hike?”
Marc glanced down at her with a reproachful smile. “Because Diana is too polite.”
“I wasn’t just being polite—I really wanted to hang out with your friends, get to know them a little.”
“Well, I’d say you’ve accomplished that,” Marc said on a laugh. And indeed, Diana did feel she’d gotten to know Craig and Dan as they’d cruised the neon strip together, joking and sharing stories. But she also suffered from the same frustration Marc did, and she wanted to ease it, for both of them.
“Hey, Diana,” Craig said, “that reminds me, you didn’t answer the question. What was the wildest sex you’ve ever had?”
Sitting snuggled up to Marc, her breasts aching and her cunt tingling with desire, she found herself having a very unorthodox urge and feeling very tempted to indulge it.
Maybe it was the wine.
Maybe it
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