Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12

... glasses. “Last one” chirped Carrie. Craig splashed in each glass a third time. “Here’s to shit we did this weekend, and WILL do this weekend . . . with each other . . . and TO each other . . . that’s nobody’s FUCKING business but ours!” They clinked glasses this time and they were all feeling slightly light in the head as Craig grabbed his sport coat and pulled it onto his shoulders. **** ***** **** ‘Morton’s’ was one of those places that Craig always wanted to go to. He’d heard it advertised on some of the radio programs he listened to and knew it was a high-end steak house. Steak was his favorite food. Porterhouse, Ribeye, Strip . . . as long as it still had some fat on it and was seasoned well and cooked less than well, it was welcome inside his gullet. Steak was a luxury item. When he’d had that ribeye with the girls earlier in the season, it was his first restaurant steak in over a year. He’d set aside $1500, including the room, for this two-day trip with his daughter, and he was damn sure going to make use of it. They didn’t even need to go outside to get from the Ritz to Morton’s. Craig walked proudly with his two trophy girls. ‘They could both be my daughters, right?’ he kept saying to himself. Divorced dad . . . girls for the weekend . . . come up with a scenario that makes it ok for you to be on a date with two young teens who were dressed to kill. At some point Craig just said ‘fuck ‘em’. He wouldn’t be back here any time soon . . . and he wasn’t committing any ...

... crime. Not yet, anyway. *** *** **** To say that his ladies turned some heads would be an understatement. Bartenders, wait staff, 35-year old lawyers, 60-year old men . . . all of them took a gander at the sweet meat that sauntered through the restaurant and swung into the booth to sit opposite Craig. The girls couldn’t help but notice. They were both blushing. Craig grinned and caught Anna’s eye. “Uh, . . . did you see ‘fuckable’? She just ran for the door screaming when you two came in.” He managed to get a laugh from the girls and they were grateful when the ice water and menus arrived to give them something to do. “Anna, I know Carrie hasn’t, but have you ever had raw oysters?” “Raw . . . like . . . not cooked at all? Bleeech.” “They’re an aphrodisiac . . .or at least they’re supposed to be. I’m going to get an order, so you can try them if you’d like.” “Aphrodisiac?” Anna asked. “Something that increases your sex drive . . . or your performance.” Anna blushed again. “Maybe I’ll try one.” “Let’s get the shrimp cocktail Anna, would you split it with me?” Carrie asked. “Sure, squirt . . . what are you getting for dinner?” “Dad, what kind of steak do you think I’d like?” “Get a filet mignon, Carrie. It’s not fatty and I’m sure you’ll like it.” “Sounds good to me too, Craig” Anna said. “Would you mind just ordering for us?” “It would be my pleasure.” *** *** *** The girls just looked more and more beautiful as the night went on. Carrie had managed to swallow one oyster, after ...