Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism - Sex Stories

Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism

... businesslike skirt with a blouse unbuttoned far below what was acceptable even on the most casual of Fridays. Petra moved closer to peer at the women. “You know them?” she asked. Jake chuckled. “Do I ever. That’s Marta. From my office. And that-” Petra’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, it’s that woman from the steakhouse!” Jake nodded. “And the train before that. Pretty much a total bitch, near as I can tell.” “What do we do?” Petra asked, looking from one of the women to the other. Jake grinned. “Well, first we see how they’re acting tonight. But if they’re behaving how I suspect… pretty much whatever we want to.” Petra “acquired” some drinks from behind the bar, handing a Guinness to her father and opening a fruit cooler for herself. Jake thought about chiding her for u******e drinking, but considering how they’d spent the rest of their day he decided it was a little hypocritical. Drinks in hand, they found a vantage where they would be out of line-of-sight for both women, then started the clock. The sudden change in volume was nearly deafening, as waves of bass and a hundred voices assaulted their ears. Through the din, Jake could just make out Mala’s voice. “-so anyway, I don’t know what happened at the restaurant but I was so worked up that I barely got him home before I jumped him,” she said, “and you’ll never guess what I found out.” “That you like it in the butt?” Marta asked, grinning. She looked to have had a few drinks already. Mala slapped Marta’s arm. “Shut up, you’re ...

... such a whore.” She leaned in closer. “Besides, I already knew that.” Both women broke into a bout of irritating laughter at that. Jake cringed. “Well what did you find out, then?” Marta finally asked. Mala shook her head. “It’s weird. But I’m all over him, we’re at the door and I turn around to unlock it, and his hand goes up between my legs… and my panties are gone!” Marta looked surprised. “Gone?” “Yep. I swear I had them on before. I know I did. But they weren’t there anymore. And that’s not the first time it’s happened either.” Marta grabbed her friend’s arm. “That is so freaky,” she said. “It sounds like something that happened to me, uh… a couple times. Did you find a note?” “A note?” “Yeah. Like, from… yourself.” Mala laughed. “Honey, you need to stop drinking.” Marta shook her head. “Fuck you, I’m fine. So how was it?” “What?” “The sex, slut!” “Oh. Meh. To tell the truth, after that weird spell in the restaurant, I felt kinda like I’d just been fucked by a guy with a bigger dick. Like, it was nice but smaller than I expected, you know? Anyway, I didn’t call him back. If he can’t please me on the first date he doesn’t deserve a second!” Both women got a good laugh out of that. Jake and Petra looked at each other and rolled their eyes. There’s a disparity between the sexes, and it took effect quickly in the club. Simply by virtue of being women and not looking angry or sad, Marta and Mala were already turning heads. Petra was, too, but the looks there were of jealousy, ...