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A New World Part 4

Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: BadDog9, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

home and climb into a hot shower. I dried off and flopped on my bed, quickly falling asleep. The ringing phone woke me from my nap and I groggily answered. It was Brady, wanting to know how the date went. I invited him to come to the club with me and said I’d tell him about it then. I was getting impatient to see Riley again by the time Brady picked me up. “So... How’d it go?” he asked, before I’d even closed the car door. “Did you nail her?” “It was good. We had dinner at The Overlook, the best food I ever ate,” I answered. “The Overlook, that place is expensive. You better have at least gotten a blow job,” he said. “Riley’s amazing. She’s been all over the world, lived in Italy for like three months. We had a really good time,” I said, purposely withholding the details he was after. “I can’t believe you took her to an expensive place like that and still didn’t get laid.” Brady shook his head. I grinned, remaining silent until we reached the club. Riley was on stage when we walked in. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her and my penis jumped in my pants. She was gyrating before a group of three men, but she saw me walk in and smiled as our eyes met across the smoky club. Being Friday night, the club was packed and we wandered through the crowd searching for somewhere to sit. Suddenly Jenn, the waitress, was beside me holding a tray of drinks. “There’s an empty table in the back,” she shouted over the blaring music. “Follow me.” She negotiated her way through the mass of ... bodies, skillfully balancing the tray and avoiding any disastrous collisions. We followed, weaving through the crowd to an empty table in the back. “Two beers?” she asked, as we took our seats. We nodded and she walked off. I couldn’t see the stage from where we sat and hoped Riley would be able to find us when she got off stage. It was so busy, it took Jenn a while to return with our beers. “Well, what happened after dinner?” Brady asked. “We met this old couple at the restaurant. They have been married for fifty-five years. Can you imagine that? That’s almost three times as long as we’ve been alive,” I looked at Brady expectantly. “Yeah, but what happened, after dinner?” He gave me an exasperated look. “Well, they told us about a trail that goes from the restaurant down to the lake and told us to tell the waiter that we wanted dessert by the lake,” “Yeah, and?” Brady’s patience was growing thin. “So I told the waiter, and when we were done eating, they gave us this big picnic basket and we walked down and had champagne and strawberries on the beach. It was great, strawberries are so good with champagne. You gotta try it sometime,” I answered. Just then, Jenn returned setting a pitcher of beer and two glasses on the table. “We’re so busy, I brought you guys a pitcher so you don’t run out before I get back.” She smiled at Brady, “Hi Brady,” she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Brady nodded, “Hey Jenn, how are you? You look good.” He took a good long look at her as he paid ...