The Calculated Date - Sex Stories

The Calculated Date

... don't want that fellow to be happy that I am with a girl! Now that I can get something started again, I don't want him,” she said pointing at Dan, “to be the very lucky guy about all of us, or something like that!” Dan looked at her, and then looked around at the four other girls at his table. “I can't figure out a way to have you all seem satisfied with having me, then, I suppose! But I feel that I can satisfy you, if you just go up together with me to my flat - or one of your flats - and then I and you all should be very very satisfied!” At this three of the girls giggled. But Wendy and her friend Cecilia looked troubled, instead. “I propose that you and I will undress together in your bedroom!” he said to Catherine. “I shall upon this have you all seem to be real girls to have for an evening! I think you and I shall have a really great time up there!” Catherine still giggled. “Why do you think you'd be the better catch for the evening than any of those three?” She indicated Wendy and her friends. “Because I will see to it that you never see another guy as the same as me after you all have me in bed for a few hours!” He looked at Wendy to see if she was blushing. He couldn't tell for sure, but figured after a while that she was probably controlling herself form it. “I don't suppose,” he said to the others, “that she and I were not trying to be partners for a while!” Upon saying this, he actually saw her blush a little. Proudly he continued: “Do you know what?! She's ...

... blushing just because I said that I wanted her to be satisfied the way she and I had been when I figured her out for the first time! I will furtheron become an even greater lover!” With that he finally gained the five girls' interest. Now he tried also to finish the catch: He had calculated on the end of this and a few other waitresses' shift being at about half past seven, which was about half an hour after he got there. He seemed to be getting quite fluent in catching at least one of the waitresses' attention, and, if he was right about her, she would quite possibly bring with her at least one more for him and his girls, he figured. At seven thirty it turned out he was right. She and one more waitress sat down at their table. “I'm Clara, and this is Deborah,” she said, after which they both sat down and small talked a bit. The other waitress looked at Dan's biscuits and asked if she could have one of them. He said yes, and served it to her. He watched her eat it while also eating one himself. By doing so, he figured he got hold of her interest in men as partners, and then also of her lust for men general. When he was done he looked solemnly very happy. Seeing this, Wendy felt jealous and looked at him. “I don't know why I still seem to fancy that dick of yours up my vagina!” she said. “I suppose it's because they had you believe I wasn't the man to be having for that dick stuff, didn't they?” She giggled, though she felt resentment towards him. “Yeah, I suppose they did!” she ...