The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli - Sex Stories

The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli

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"Priya you cow!"

"You fucking... ah! Priya!" Melissa nearly shoved me out of my chair.

Nadine nearly wet herself laughing, as the blush on Jenny's face crept up.

"Nobody, nobody, repeat this conversation to Tom," she gasped, fanning herself. "The poor boy would pass out."

"You have been reading entirely too many of Leila's porn stories, trust," Nadine said, wiping her eyes.

"What the fuck? Priya's got a porn stash? You need to share, girl!"

"Any time Melissa!" I grinned.

"Right, for real, stop distracting us with offers of oral sex babe. There's totes something else we need to do together," Nadine winked.

"Really? Now?" I groaned, "Shouldn't we wait until the others come on Sunday?"

"Come on fam, it was your idea!" insisted Nadine, standing up and taking my arm.

"Besides babe," Melissa purred, "if you can'tperform for the three of us, how will you be able toperform for Kate."

"Err... we're still talking about the plan for the date, right?" asked Jenny, "This isn't another line from a porno?"

"Come on. Living room."

Kate:

It was Friday night, the mid-point of the conference, and I was trying to keep the two text conversations going. It was tricky not to muddle up who I was replying to and accidentally start flirting with Melissa or plotting with Priya. Melissa was coaching me on my forthcoming blind date with Priya, that was going to seem like an accident:

Melissa:Make it seem like a coincidence. Like you're just ...

... there, and you come to her rescue.

Me: Ok, you got it. Knight-in-shining denim mode, to rescue a stood-up damsel.

Melissa: Yeah, and don't let on that you're Jenny's choice of date.

Me: Ok, but eventually I have to tell her, right?

Melissa: Take her dancing, tell her then. Dancing makes her super horny. Me: Good to know!

Me: Er... how do YOU know? Are you sure I'm not stepping on your toes here?

Melissa: No way.

Melissa: All yours babe! ;-)

I flipped back to my conversation with Priya:

Priya: How did it go? I bet you were brilliant at the conference; I can just imagine you on stage. What did you wear?

Me: It was great thanks. I had about 30 people for my presentation. Warm reception. Um, I wore a suit. Why?

Priya: I like the way you dress. You've got great taste. Any photos?

Me: No, I forgot to take a stage selfie.

Priya: Awww. Shame.

More pings, so I flipped back to the chat with Melissa.

Melissa: To answer your question I've seen Priya throw herself at too many deeply inappropriate guys over the years after getting all wound up on the dancefloor.

Melissa: She met her Uni boyfriend Paul that way. He basically sussed this out and took her dancing 3 times a week and managed to stick it out for 11 months. Smart guy. Shame he was a slimy fucking fart-weasel in all other respects.

Me: Lol!

Me: Fart-weasel!

Me: That's brilliant!

Me: By the way, I think Priya might be flirting with me.

Me: We're texting.

Melissa: ...