by K. F. Breene
He laughed in big guffaws and opened the door. I patted him on his huge shoulder and walked in. I wasn’t sure, but William might have gotten a little pat on the back. Or butt. He tensed up a little as he followed.
Welcome to chic San Francisco. The gay men knew this scene back and forth and I was excited to be in a such a liberal culture. It was such a pleasant relief from the conservative culture I was living in. It was looser than L.A. It was faster, too. But it was more laid back, somehow. People here were fashion conscious, but they also dared to be different. People cared what other people thought, but only up to a certain point. Everywhere you looked there was a new style. Someone’s own style. Hippie-chic.
There was also the smell of marijuana. I didn’t miss that about California so much.
William tried to lead me by putting his hand on the small of my back and firmly pointing my body like a dance, but too many men stopped in front of me to say hello.
William then grabbed my hand and led himself, parting people with his large body. Men stopped and stared at William. The gay ones wanted to move in. The straight ones either wanted to fight him or dress like him.
We went up some stairs, then we went up more stairs. This place was freaking huge! And the beat. What can I say about the beat? It was intense. It infused my body. I could tell it was the best mixers on duty making something magical. Girls and guys alike moved pumped to the music, to the throbbing base. I couldn’t wait for another glass of champagne and to dance with my...fiancée!
OMG!
We got to a VIP section, of course. When William made plans, he did nothing by halves. The entire area was sectioned off, but within, each person got a booth in an open floor plan. Or a collection of them, depending on party size.
We had a smallish booth, of course, being that we were only two, but had our own waitress, which definitely rocked. While the digs didn’t look rich by anyone’s standards, it seemed like a high dollar area. In fact, a famous rap star had a big area for him and his entourage next to us. I didn’t know which rap star because I wasn’t all that into rap, but some chick was gushing over touching him so I got the idea.
We settled in, me nestled against William, encircled in his hard inviting arms. We placed our order and he lifted my chin to give me a firm kiss. I could feel his urgency matching my own. We both wanted to be alone, but didn’t want privacy quite yet.
When the drinks arrived we saluted to life together. My heart started racing and my smile was basically painted on. I couldn’t ever remember feeling this elated. I was soaked in it.
“Are you nervous?” William asked into my ear.
“About what?”
“Life. With me. Forever.”
“Honestly, a bit. I am excited, and so much in love it hurts. But yeah, still scared a little.”
“Me, too,” he whispered, “but in a good way. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Waiting for you for a long time. Thank God you are irresistible, or that I came clean before you moved away.”
I kissed him again, moving my hand down his chest, down his stomach, and over his crotch. I heard his intake of breath as he pulled his face away from mine. His eyes were smoldering. I smiled but kept rubbing.
“Let’s dance,” he said in a strangled voice.
We downed our drinks and he caught the waitress to order two more as we headed to the dance floor. In this place there were many areas to dance, all with writhing bodies. Small tables for standing dotted the walkways, as did dancers of all level of drunk. There were also paid dancers in skimpy clothes up on platforms.
We got amongst a bunch of people grinding to the music. William brought me close. He had taken off his jacket and was now wearing a tight shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and delicious pecks. I rubbed those shoulders and put my thigh between his so I was rubbing against his hard erection. He grabbed my butt and ground me into him, kissing me intensely, opening my mouth with his.
We were more concerned with being close then dancing well, but we both had natural rhythm and kept up easily. It wasn’t hard with the base vibrating the marrow in my bones. He threw me in a sexy dip and ran his hand across my chest as I came up. He pulled me closer, if that were possible, and moved our thighs in such a way that we were having sex through clothes on the dance floor.
I was grabbing him everywhere I could, kissing him hungrily, desperate to get him inside of me to ease this terrible ache. I moaned in his ear before I grabbed his earlobe with my teeth and sucked. I was going crazy with anticipation and certainly wouldn’t last much longer.
William must have thought the same thing because he grabbed my hand and led me back toward the booth. I didn’t want to go quite yet, but I needed to get him naked more than anything, so I made no complaints about his decision.
Instead of hitting the booth, though, he took a turn and pushed me into one of the bathrooms up by our booth. It was not as busy because it was in the VIP section, and we didn’t have to wait at all.
He followed me in.
He would never have made that dancing display in Texas, I realized. And sex in a bathroom? Not a hope. But in the land of strangers, apparently William let his hair down.
As soon as the door was locked William was on me. His hands ripped my dress up to expose my hips and moved my underwear aside as he pushed two eager fingers into my warm folds. He rubbed and stretched, creating a beautiful friction that just wasn’t enough.
His other hand had the top of my dress down below my breasts and his hot mouth found a nipple and sucked. A cry escaped my lips as I yanked his pants down and quickly pulled out his rock hard erection.
He pushed himself up against me, moved my undies more, and inserted himself with one quick thrust to sheath himself fully. I could hear a low growl in his throat as he held me there for a minute, savoring my hot, wet grip.
I brought my legs up around his hips and started moving him inside me, needing him hard and fast. He complied immediately, pulling himself out almost completely, leaving just his swollen head in my opening, then thrusting back in.
He was pushing into my core savagely with an animalistic desire, kissing me deeply and holding my legs around his hips. I was grabbing his shoulders with claw-like hands and clinging on for the ride.
I crested in a gush, crying out in ecstasy. William followed right behind with his last hard thrust, then eased us down with a few softer, yet still firm, slides into and out of me. His kisses became softer and moved to my neck then back to my lips.
He brought my legs down and secured the top of my dress. A moment ago he was ravaging me, but now he was tenderly caressing me and kissing me, having sedated his wilder urges.
“I feel much better,” I said with a sigh as we cleaned ourselves up.
He smiled at me with warm eyes and glanced his soft lips against mine. “I’ll take more time tonight, I promise,” he said with a wink.
He put his arm around my shoulder as we left the bathroom. There were two drunk girls waiting and they looked at us with giggles. I smiled silkily and let William lead me away, not the least embarrassed. William I saw, wasn’t either.
“Dark horse,” I muttered as we made our way to our booth.
“No one knows me here. No one can tell my parents. Same holds true of L.A.” His eyes glinted.
I got a surge of excitement. I would get to see William without restraint. I wondered how big his bad streak was. And if he could hold a candle to mine.
The next day we lay in bed most of the day, ordering room service and enjoying each other. He had surprised me with a suite when we got back to the hotel saying, “When a Davies man wants to make an impression, he pulls out all the stops.”
All our stuff had been moved into our new room, if not as neatly as I would have expected. Toward the evening we were supposed to go to this restaurant called Flasia SF. It was my little joke on William, San Francisco style. It was a lot of beautiful transvestites that put on a sort of G-rated stripping show. They danced on the bar, to
ok off some clothes but not all, and did lip sinking routines. Basically, a drag show without going way over the top.
I heard from a friend that it was a hoot. The food was also supposed to be delicious.
I didn’t plan to tell William they were originally men. I wanted to see if he caught on.
We got ready in dressy-casual attire. It wasn’t an upscale place, but it was still a night out, so the patrons dressed tried a little harder. I wore only earrings to make my ring stand out more.
As we were walking through the lobby, William said, “Wait, Jess. Let’s grab a quick drink first.”
“But William, we have reservations. We’ll be late.”
“Fifteen minutes isn’t going to kill us.”
“Yes, but there is a bar at the restaurant. Why do you need to get a drink here?”
“C’mon babe, please? It makes it feel more like a night out when we start from the bar.”
Since when? I thought to myself in exasperation.
I let myself be pulled, expressing my displeasure. Irritation crept in as he led us to the far corner, ignoring an open spot nearest the door.
As I was about to say something, William shook hands with someone. I felt my irritation rise—this was no time for a business meeting. I looked toward the door, counting minutes, worried about our reservations. The restaurant was unreal popular for a girls’ night out, and they wouldn’t have open tables on a Saturday night in summer. If we didn’t make it, they’d give our table away.
Turning back, so as not to be overly rude, I looked a little more closely at the man William was meeting.
“Is that how you greet a friend, Jessie girl?” Adam said with a shit eating grin.
“What the-- Why are you here?” I asked in bewilderment.
I then noticed Lump was just walking in from the other entrance to the bar.
“What... Wait...”
Her face lit up in a smile and her eyes immediately sought my hand. She grabbed for the ring and held it up for Adam to see.
“Jesus, Jessica, that sucker is huge!” Lump exclaimed. “Willie, I know you like to spoil her, but really?”
William’s smirk was triumphant.
“Wait, why are you guys here?” I asked again.
Smiles dropped off their faces like leaves in fall. William looked incredibly uncertain.
“Is that okay?” Lump asked, stepping closer and lowering her voice. “Did you want alone time with Willie, because we can get lost.”
“No, that’s not what I meant...”
“I invited them, Jess,” William said with a worried expression. “I thought it might be fun to share the town with friends.”
The light blinked on in my head, clearing away the haze of confusion. Obviously he invited them. Which hopefully meant he changed all the reservations to a larger party. Which, I admit, was my chief concern.
Hyper-organization was a huge flaw of mine on vacations. Or a huge saving grace, depending on who was judging.
“Got it,” I said, smiling. My acknowledge didn’t erase three worried faces.
“I just thought it a crazy coincidence,” I explained, “but, I get it. I just hadn’t sorted it all out in the old noggin’. I wasn’t expecting it. Just forget about it for God’s sakes!”
“Is it cool, Jess?” Adam asked anxiously, “‘Cause we can--”
“Just shut up Adam. I was just slow on the uptake. Of course I am excited! Did you make the reservation for four, though, William, because we are now running late.”
Lump started laughing. “We moved it back an hour, Jess. Relax. We’ll make it.”
I let my breath out in a whoosh. I let a huge smile light my face as I regarded them.
Adam looked at me sideways. “Are you losing your mind, Jessica?”
He couldn’t understand my moods on the best of days.
I punched his arm.
“Beer me,” I said to no one in particular as Lump bent to examine my ring again.
“Did you tell all the girls?” she asked, working my ring off so she could try it on.
“Yeah. They were excited. I couldn’t get ahold of you—now I know why.” Lump smiled. “And Gladis.”
Lump’s smile slipped. “She knew about it.”
I nodded, the confusion earlier seeping back in. “I thought she would. Weird that she didn’t have someone waiting for the call.”
“She’s old. She was probably nappin’,” Adam spoke as if he was talking to two girls hard of hearing. Or thinking.
“She would have Lady answer,” I replied in the same tone.
We let it be, unable to answer and not wanting to speculate. Gladis was, indeed, getting up in the years. I didn’t want to think ahead to what that really meant.
We got the restaurant a little early, due in large part to me. When time started to crunch by, flirting with us being late, I lost my good humor. Adam, not trusting women when their personalities suddenly shifted, was my biggest helper in getting everyone to make tracks. The other two just took it in stride. They knew my crazy could be ignored for a while before I got violent.
As we walked in I told the hostess of our reservation. She checked the books and smiled a sultry smile. Here we go.
Her eyes landed on the boys. “Meow,” she said with pleasure. Her boobs pushed out and her hand found her trim hip.
I had told Lump all about this place, so she was in on the joke already. The only thing she asked was, “Do they like to be called he, or she?”
I told her in exasperated tones that they made the change, and they were now she, so do not embarrass me!
“Hello boys and girls,” the hostess purred, eying all of us with squinty Marilyn Monroe eyes. “Welcome to Flasia SF. I am Cindy. Your table is being cleared right now so you get to hang out with me for five minutes while we wait. I am a lucky girl!”
She was all sex and kitty grins, but not in that really irritating way. The girls here all played a part. Some also played that part in real life, but Cindy seemed like she was putting on a show for our benefit, of which I was glad, because people that went around trying to do Marilyn Monroe eyes all the time were laughable.
Cindy had long, full red hair. Wig, definitely, but a quality one. She had black, fake lashes and lots of make-up. She didn’t have fake boobs, but looked to have taken some hormones to grow a semblance of her own, and wore a water bra to fill in the rest. Her dress was red and sparkly with a slit down the front that went to her belly button. Her body was bangin’! Thin, toned, but still soft. Men were lucky to have a different muscle to fat set-up than women, and the result looked great in that dress!
Who was I fooling? All dresses. I was more than a little jealous.
“You girls brought some men!” Cindy flashed a sultry smile. “We don’t see nearly enough of them in here!” She laughed at her double entendre, which William and Adam didn’t get. “My, my, my. Look at these strong men. Where are all you pretty people from?”
“We are from L.A. originally,” I said, pointing to Lump, then myself, “and they are from Texas.” I motioned toward the boys.
Cindy’s eyes lit up. Her smile seeped deeper into her face. “Cowboys, huh? I like cowboys.” She stepped closer.
Adam got a slightly panicked look, eyes darting to Lump to see if this treatment was somehow okay. Unlike the always self-assured William, Adam got nervous when Lump got too close to other men. Or drew too much attention. Unlike me, she thought that behavior was cute. Territorial, she’d called it.
William’s brow was slightly furrowed as Cindy let her eyes slide down his body, then winked at me. He knew something was amiss.
“And look at you, honey!” Cindy said, letting her eyes slide down Adam. “Look at your cowboy boots! Julie,” she called over her shoulder toward the bar, “this man is wearing real cowboy boots!”
A waitress came up in a baby doll shirt and a short, black skirt. Both pieces of clothing were glittery and fun. She was Asian and absolutely gorgeous. Freaking off the charts ho
t! Her tall frame was thin, large boobs straining her shirt, and toned legs so not fair!
“What, sweetie? Hello all!” She had a wispy voice and graceful demeanor.
“Cowboys,” was all Cindy said. It was all she had to say, really.
Julie looked at the boys and smiled meekly. “Hello boys. Welcome! I’m Julie.”
She reached out with a dainty hand to shake. William met it easily, trained by Denise to always be cordial. In opposition, Adam had stars in his eyes and was having a helluva time not looking down at those bursting, perfect breasts.
Her eyes turned to Lump and me. “And who are the lucky ladies? Oh, look at you girls! You are pretty, aren’t you?”
I felt elated as I introduced everyone.
“They are big cowboys,” Cindy said with a hint in her voice and a wink to Lump and me.
“The bigger the cowboy, the better the ride,” Lump replied with a smirk.
All the girls started laughing, Cindy putting her hand on Lump’s arm. Adam, red faced, shuffled at the ground, not knowing where to look. I could tell he desperately wanted to tell Lump to shut up. William was still confused, realizing this scene was not real life, and looking at me for help. Which he didn’t get.
Cindy, still chuckling, led the way to our table. The restaurant was small and dominated by the large bar. There were tables all around the walls, with one aisle separating the table or booth from the bar. As we walked down that aisle, the boys got looks from every single lady they passed, whether at tables or working.
It was true, there weren’t many men—it was a destination spot for women mostly—and Adam and William got the stares because of it. Some women might not look when their spouses were around, but on a girls’ night, they were gawking a-plenty.
When Cindy reached our table she stood back for the boys to pass, and eyed their butts as they did so. She then gave Lump and I sultry smile and a wink. It was clear that she was on our team, and it was all in good sport. All for show.
Our waitress came in a flash, already making her rounds in the area before the next snippet of show was to start. She was shorter than the other girls, but just as beautiful, just as glamorous, and just as fun-loving.
