Then I picked up my phone and called Kat.
“I think I have an idea,” I told her. “About my planned talk with my boyfriend tomorrow. To figure out our relationship. Or if he and I even still have a relationship. So, would you and Dave be willing to double-date with me and Tom? And the two of you just follow my lead on what I say and do?”
“Of course, Justine,” Kat replied. “I did promise you moral support. And I meant it. I’m sure after Dave enjoyed your pussy so much this evening, he’ll be happy to help you, too.”
I then called a restaurant and reserved a table for four, in a dark corner of a dark room. There, the four of us would have some privacy, for me to act out the script I was still writing in my head.
I arrived first, and Tom arrived soon after. I told him I had invited two friends to join us, because I valued their opinion on where the relationship between Tom and me was going, or could go, or even should go.
I could tell that Tom initially didn’t like this intrusion on what he thought was going to be a date with just me. But he knew we had issues to discuss, and he accepted that I wanted my friends present to help me through this.
We had just about finished that conversation, when Kat and Dave arrived at the restaurant. Right on cue.
I made the introductions. I told Tom that Kat was my closest friend (I didn’t tell him yet that she is my lover), and that Dave is her boyfriend (I also omitted that Dave had fucked the living hell out of me about twenty-four hours earlier).
We got our reserved table, and we were all pretty quiet as we each studied the menu. Soon our waitress came by to take our order.
“You made your reservation for so late,” the waitress told us. “We normally close before this. So now you four have the whole restaurant to yourselves. I hope that’s okay?”
“It’s perfect!” I told her. It was perfect for me to enact my script, away from the prying eyes of others, for whom working out the details of my various relationships was none of their god damned business.
As the waitress headed back toward the kitchen to give the chef our order, the busboy passed her, on his way to inverting chairs on top of vacated tables. All four of us at the table were surprised at how passionately they kissed each other before continuing on their way.
“Well Tom,” I sighed. “That seems as good a place as any to start our discussion about our relationship. Why don’t we kiss with that much passion, Tom?”
“Hey,” he complained. “It takes two to tango. I’m not so sure you’re all that good a kisser, either, Justine.”
“Hmm, well Kat, is that true?” I winked at my lover. “I’m not a good kisser?”
“You were a damned good kisser last night!” Kat grinned. Kat and I leaned across the table and kissed each other, even more hotly than the waiter and the busboy just had.
“What the hell?” Tom shouted. “What the hell is this?”
“Kat has been helping me discover and explore my bi side,” I replied softly
“Bi?” Tom shouted angrily. “As in, you have sex with both men and women?”
“Yes,” I replied softly, calmly.
“What? How? When?” Tom stammered. “Why? My cock’s not good enough for you?”
I looked Dave in the eye, and I replied, “No, Tom. Last night, I discovered what a truly skilled cock can do to me. I discovered my ability to come very hard on a big cock.”
“It wasn’t just me you know. Justine, Dave smiled. “You have one of the tightest pussies it’s ever been my considerable pleasure to fuck.”
“What the hell!” Tom shouted again. “You fucked my girlfriend?”
“Yes, he did, Tom,” I replied. “And I didn’t want to have to say this to you, but Dave did a hell of a lot better job of it than you ever did. So as I see it, you can either work on making things way hotter in bed between us. Or you can keep denying that we have a problem, you can keep being really bad at this, and you can lose me. It’s your choice. Are you willing to try?”
“Son of a bitch!” Tom shouted. “You fucking bastard, how can you fuck another man’s girlfriend?”
Tom started to take a swing in Dave’s direction. But Kat and I blocked him. Tom’s fist grazed the side of my face, and Kat instinctively kissed the spot he had struck. I returned her peck on my face with a hot tongue kiss with Kat.
Just then, our waitress came to our table with our appetizers. She looked at Kat and me, locked in our passionate kiss. “Wow, now that’s a hot kiss,” she winked.
The busboy was suddenly standing there. Where the hell did he come from all of the sudden?
“Suzy here is a hot kisser, too,” the busboy grinned. And somehow, Kat and I were suddenly competing with the waiter and the busboy to prove which couple were hotter kissers.
Tom watched and fumed.
“Okay, so you like Kat,” Tom whimpered, half defeated. “I might even learn to accept that. But I don’t like you having sex with another guy. What the hell does he have that I don’t have?”
“Do you really want an answer to that?” I challenged.