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First Class - Part 1

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

woman, attractive or otherwise. The idea of two men working together to meet girls struck him as simultaneously absurd and eminently sensible at the same time. Just the sheer number of things that could go wrong: how do you decide who gets which girl? What if you both want the same girl? What if they both want the same guy? What if two hit it off and the other two don’t? Or – and this was so horribly perfect that Bob understood it would almost certainly happen: what if you started out with one pairing and then everybody wanted to switch? It was utter madness. But was it really? What was the alternative? Work alone? Girls don’t go out alone – at least Bob didn’t think they did; how could one guy pick up a girl who was out with her friend? No girl would leave her friend alone? It could only work by targeting one girl from a group of three or more? What sort of guy had the confidence to do that? Until today, Bob had never given any of these questions a moment’s consideration. Until earlier today, Bob had also been a virgin who had never had a conversation with a girl. “Wingman!” Bob said, smiling and feigning relief. “Sorry, I thought you said wig-man. I was about to tell you ‘No, mine’s all natural’,” he laughed; holding a handful of his own tousled locks. Spike laughed along with him for moment and then flashed his eyes at Bob. “Whoa, batter up. Six o’clock … coming towards us.” Bob started to look around. “No!” Spike hissed, “Wait ‘til she goes past. Oh, man, she’s gorgeous ... … be cool.” From the corner of his eye, Bob saw a red shape approach in the bar mirror and then pass behind him. “Hi Bob. Love the shirt.” Spike’s eyes almost popped. Bob was fumbling frantically on the bar for his glasses but the owner of the voice didn’t stop in his close-range blind spot; she continued on towards the ladies bathroom, looking over her shoulder and waving. As she moved away, she came into focus for Bob: her flawless bottom flexing and swaying gently from side to side in time with the glossy blonde-brown curls that hung perfectly framed in the deeply cut back of her slinky cotton-spandex mini dress. “Oh! Uh, hi Amy,” he raised his own hand in recognition, holding the glasses now rendered useless by distance. It was lucky she didn’t stop; he might have fumbled with them for ages trying to get them on to see who it was. Amy disappeared around the corner into the bathroom and Spike turned back around to face Bob with eyes wide and jaw open. “Bullshit!” he grinned. “What?” Bob laughed at the surprise and amusement on his new friend’s face. “I met her today in town.” “Please tell me she’s here with a friend,” Spike implored with mock seriousness. “Who? Amy? How should I know,” Bob said with a wave of his hand. “She’s probably here with her boyfriend.” “Oh my God!” Spike leaned forward and put a hand on Bob’s shoulder. “Are you waiting for a written invitation? Dude, she doesn’t have a boyfriend; she’s into you ! Big time!” Bob didn’t get an opportunity to explain ...