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a single look at Tanner's strong, powerful features. They made their way across the crowded bar, over to Tanner and Freddie.
"Hello there!" Tanner greeted the two girls. "I'm Keegan, and this is my buddy Freddie. Care for a drink?"
"Sure!" the redhead exclaimed, the blonde echoing this sentiment with a nod. "Are you two guys in politics?"
The outright, upfront question seemed to throw Tanner for a moment, so Freddie cleared his throat and spoke up. "Actually, Tanner - sorry, Keegan - is working for Senator Stone," he filled in. "And I'm in IT for some of the Congressional buildings. How about you two?"
The blonde hesitantly volunteered that she worked at a nearby coffee shop, while the redhead dove into a story about how she helped work in an office for a congressman, but she didn't want to "name-drop" and reveal her employer. Freddie did his best to nod along, but his occasional glances over at Tanner revealed that his buddy still looked distracted, barely paying attention.
Still, they supplied the girls with a few drinks, and soon the blonde was leaning up against Freddie. With a rush of adrenaline, he slipped his arm around her waist, and was intensely gratified to feel her slide in comfortably against his crotch. "Hi," she murmured down to him, looking over her shoulder and back at him; she stood a good three or four inches taller than him, but he wasn't put off in the slightest.
"Hi, yourself," he murmured back, trying to not psych himself out over what might come next. He could manage this, he prayed; he wouldn't screw it up, as was sadly his par for the course. "Having a good time?"
"I am - but your friend looks a little flustered," she commented back after a minute, flicking her eyes over towards Tanner.
Sure enough, Tanner appeared to have once again tuned out of the conversation. Freddie reached over and poked him. "Hey!" he hissed. "Focus, man!"
With a little shake, Tanner snapped back to the present. Fortunately, the redhead was still halfway through a convoluted story about a very complex coffee run, and hadn't noticed his momentary lapse. "So can you believe that they didn't even have the syrup?" she finished, looking up at Tanner expectantly.
He obediently laughed on the right cue, and Freddie felt a little surge of hope. "So, shall we maybe head out, find someplace a little quieter?" he suggested, nervous energy rushing through him. This was it! Make or break moment!
The blonde turned and looked down at him, and for a timeless second, Freddie held his breath. He quickly repeated her name - Cristina, Cristina, Cristina - inside his head to make sure that he didn't forget, didn't call her by the wrong name.
"Yeah," she finally said, a soft little smile spreading across her fine features. "I'd like that."
Tanner didn't say anything, but he followed along as Freddie, Cristina, and the redhead - whose name Freddie hadn't managed to catch - left the bar. By the time they reached outside, Cristina was hanging off of Freddie in a wonderfully soft manner, and he couldn't think of anything but wanting to get her back to his apartment, as soon as possible, before this miraculous streak of good luck took a turn for the worse.
"I think our paths might part ways here," he said loudly to Tanner, trying to keep the man from losing focus yet again. "You going to be okay?"
"What? Yeah, yeah, I've got this." Tanner blinked, and then looked down at the redhead, who had practically wrapped herself around him. Her low-cut top and massive tits seemed to finally catch his eye, and he smiled. "Hi there, sexy."
"Hi yourself, you big man," the redhead fired back. "How about you take me back to your place, let me see if I can shimmy up you like a tree?"
Freddie nearly choked, quickly covering up the gasp with a bout of coughing. "No, no, I'm fine," he reassured Cristina. How the hell did Tanner find these girls, ones willing to be so open with their sexual desire for him?
With a few taps of his smartphone, Freddie
"Hello there!" Tanner greeted the two girls. "I'm Keegan, and this is my buddy Freddie. Care for a drink?"
"Sure!" the redhead exclaimed, the blonde echoing this sentiment with a nod. "Are you two guys in politics?"
The outright, upfront question seemed to throw Tanner for a moment, so Freddie cleared his throat and spoke up. "Actually, Tanner - sorry, Keegan - is working for Senator Stone," he filled in. "And I'm in IT for some of the Congressional buildings. How about you two?"
The blonde hesitantly volunteered that she worked at a nearby coffee shop, while the redhead dove into a story about how she helped work in an office for a congressman, but she didn't want to "name-drop" and reveal her employer. Freddie did his best to nod along, but his occasional glances over at Tanner revealed that his buddy still looked distracted, barely paying attention.
Still, they supplied the girls with a few drinks, and soon the blonde was leaning up against Freddie. With a rush of adrenaline, he slipped his arm around her waist, and was intensely gratified to feel her slide in comfortably against his crotch. "Hi," she murmured down to him, looking over her shoulder and back at him; she stood a good three or four inches taller than him, but he wasn't put off in the slightest.
"Hi, yourself," he murmured back, trying to not psych himself out over what might come next. He could manage this, he prayed; he wouldn't screw it up, as was sadly his par for the course. "Having a good time?"
"I am - but your friend looks a little flustered," she commented back after a minute, flicking her eyes over towards Tanner.
Sure enough, Tanner appeared to have once again tuned out of the conversation. Freddie reached over and poked him. "Hey!" he hissed. "Focus, man!"
With a little shake, Tanner snapped back to the present. Fortunately, the redhead was still halfway through a convoluted story about a very complex coffee run, and hadn't noticed his momentary lapse. "So can you believe that they didn't even have the syrup?" she finished, looking up at Tanner expectantly.
He obediently laughed on the right cue, and Freddie felt a little surge of hope. "So, shall we maybe head out, find someplace a little quieter?" he suggested, nervous energy rushing through him. This was it! Make or break moment!
The blonde turned and looked down at him, and for a timeless second, Freddie held his breath. He quickly repeated her name - Cristina, Cristina, Cristina - inside his head to make sure that he didn't forget, didn't call her by the wrong name.
"Yeah," she finally said, a soft little smile spreading across her fine features. "I'd like that."
Tanner didn't say anything, but he followed along as Freddie, Cristina, and the redhead - whose name Freddie hadn't managed to catch - left the bar. By the time they reached outside, Cristina was hanging off of Freddie in a wonderfully soft manner, and he couldn't think of anything but wanting to get her back to his apartment, as soon as possible, before this miraculous streak of good luck took a turn for the worse.
"I think our paths might part ways here," he said loudly to Tanner, trying to keep the man from losing focus yet again. "You going to be okay?"
"What? Yeah, yeah, I've got this." Tanner blinked, and then looked down at the redhead, who had practically wrapped herself around him. Her low-cut top and massive tits seemed to finally catch his eye, and he smiled. "Hi there, sexy."
"Hi yourself, you big man," the redhead fired back. "How about you take me back to your place, let me see if I can shimmy up you like a tree?"
Freddie nearly choked, quickly covering up the gasp with a bout of coughing. "No, no, I'm fine," he reassured Cristina. How the hell did Tanner find these girls, ones willing to be so open with their sexual desire for him?
With a few taps of his smartphone, Freddie
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