I should not be here, I should not be doing this.“Look how much bigger your butt is than his!” Randi
I should not be here, I should not be doing this.“Look how much bigger your butt is than his!” Randi crowed behind us as - after getting me to dance, lamely, here at the bar - Melissa swung her formidable hips alongside mine, “He’s so skinny, Missy! I bet your butt weighs as much as he does!”“Hey c’mon..! It does not!” I called out in a thin-skinned half-laugh, turning to look down at, uh… “Well..maybe it does…”“STOP!!” Melissa laughed, turning to slap me on the shoulder and press up into me coquettishly, squashing that mighty chest into my left shoulder.I should not be here, I should not be doing this, I knew, I kept telling myself, even as I felt her soft breasts mold themselves around my arm, this is crazy. Thinking of my wife, Sheryl, of my marriage, I felt five shades of guilty. I should leave right now. I’d just spent the better part of the last hour drinking cheap beer in a half-empty cowboy bar, surrounded by bad country music and the artless conversation of these two girls. There’s even a mechanical bull, if you can believe it. NOT my scene, even in my younger days…but dammit I’d gladly do it for hours and hours more with the scenery I had. Randi was a gorgeous young woman to begin with, for sure - tall, thin and busty, narrow of face with dark, sinful eyes. Melissa, though, in a pair of skin tight lowrider jeans and an even tighter white tank top, was truly a sight to behold, taller still with curves upon curves upon ever-more impossible curves.“C’mon, aren’t you going to dance with us tonight?” Melissa asked with a pout, holding me tight, speaking right into my left ear above the honky-tonk din. As the night had gone on, as the beer flowed, this had happened. We had all been getting more…familiar. “You’re not much of a dancer, are you, Dr. J?” Randi answered.“No, I uh…” I succeeded in replying, still effortlessly stupefied in the shock of Melissa’s soft body pressing into me, “…I don’t reall-”“But you are having fun tonight, aren’t you?” Melissa asked, a subtle, secret squeeze of boob into my arm for emphasis. “Better than being at home with her?” Randi added, moving in closer, “After that fight on the phone this afternoon…”Alarm bells.“Uh, I, uh…” I stammered, at a sudden loss for words.“Shhhh…no worries,” Melissa smiled, consoling me with a more solid, mollifying squeeze that just about made my eyes cross, “it’s all about you, tonight. About you having a good time.”“Yeah, don’t think about her,” Randi agreed, with a sly smile, reaching up to boldly undo the top button of my shirt, “You’re out with us.”“We’re easy, right? Fun?” Melissa asked, looking searchingly into my eyes, “No stress?”“Yeah, haha, of course,” I acknowledged, slowly feeling smothered by the flattering attentions of these gorgeous young women, held speechless by the insistent press of Melissa’s voluptuous body against mine. It all smelled so good. “This is…y-you two are-”“We’re going to take good care of you tonight,” Melissa said, slowly moving with the music, into me, “make sure you enjoy yourself.”“Are you?” asked Randi, foxily eyeing the possessive clutch Melissa had me in, “Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Dr. J?” I could feel Melissa’s smile warming up aside me.I took a drink, nervously, a sip of my beer. And - as if feeling my cues, sensing my vulnerability - Melissa casually began to rub my back, where her right hand rested between my shoulders. With her other hand she gently grasped my beer from my hand, took a drink herself, and then returned it with a smile. Tall women like this, women taller than me, make me jittery. Finally, I found my tongue. “Is, uh, anyone else showing up tonight?”“mmm I dunno…” Melissa answered with a nonchalant lift of her chin, now peering down her nose at me.“..Why?” Randi continued, “Do you want anybody else to come?”“Well, uh, I just th-““Yeah, aren’t we enough for you?” Melissa giggled, forcefully now squashing her lush torso into me in an obvious demonstration of her formidable gifts. I was immediately overwhelmed and despite myself - oh god - I heard myself groan. Playfully, so pleased with herself, she quickly grabbed the brim of my hat and pulled it down my face. “h-hey!” I whined, with a helpless laugh. By the time I was able to fix the stupid cowboy hat, get it back atop my head, both girls were giggling at me. I must have looked as speechless as I felt, still held awkwardly close to Melissa.. Randi was the first to speak, a crooked smile cocked into her dimples. “So, Dr. J, do you like Missy’s body?” she asked, looking right at me. “OMIGOD RANDI!!” Melissa immediately laughed, finally stepping back from my side in a show of decorum. “What??” came Randi’s retort, casual nonchalance, fighting back a wider smile, “What’s the big deal? It’s just a question.”“Uhh…” was all I could muster, scrambling inside myself for a way out of this. ”Randi, stop!!” Melissa said, still laughing and flushing red herself as she slapped her friend’s arm, “You’re embarrassing him!!” Embarrassing me?? “n-no, it’s okay…”“See?” Randi replied, “He’s fine.”“Randi you’re terrible,” Melissa giggled, modestly looking away, sipping her beer.“Jesus…” I muttered, half to myself as I tried to muster an amused smile, “you two are a tr-”“Well, what is it Dr. J?” Randi continued, pressing on, undeterred, ”Melissa? That bod. Yes or no?” “Oh my god…” laughed Melissa, still turned away from us, playfully exasperated, tolerant of the attention.A smart man would hold his tongue.”M-Melissa? I…” I answered, controlling my tone as my eyes drifted to my new Office Manager, pretending to consider something that’s never occurred to me, an alien thought. “She’s…she’s very lovely.””Lovely?? Haha!” Randi laughed, as Melissa fought back a smile of her own, “C’mon Dr. J, you can do better…”“Uh, she’s, uh….” I began, but was then struck suddenly dumb. I watched as, casually and without a smile, Melissa slowly stood up straighter, pretending to stretch her shoulders, pivoting at the hips to emphasize the breathtaking curves of her torso, to display the tininess of her waist and the true size of her giant breasts. Still not looking our way, her expression flat, she reached up, removed her hat and dramatically shook out a huge mane of hair. She had not only drawn my eye, but most every set of those few around us.“Uh…” I stammered, tongue-tied.“Dr. J?” Randi prodded.Just then, mercifully, Melissa collapsed into a fit of giggles, looking back at us in mischievous glee. She returned the hat to her head and stepped in close, looking back into my eyes, waiting for me to talk. ”Yes, ok, ok…you’re, uh…she’s very, uh…” I began, turning to Randi, “…statuesque.”Randi began to laugh, obviously amused by the discomfort she’d put me in. Melissa, for her part, was wordless, only smiling thinly and - with a shrug - taking my drink again, proudly sipping at it. “Omigod Dr. J you’re so boring,” Randi said.. ”Oh, Randi, leave him alone!” Melissa laughed, “he’s just shy. He’s reserved.””I am not…” I insisted, rankled to my own defense. ”Not what? Boring?” Randi asked. ”Shy?” Melissa added, trying to be helpful. ”Well, either!” I asserted, hearing the petulance in my own voice, “I can…I can be fun!” That was all Randi needed, and she decided to call my bluff. ”Ok show us!”