Our conversation continued along pretty harmless lines but I soon found myself concentrating more on what Dave and Linda were doing instead of what they were saying.Our conversation continued along pretty harmless lines but I soon found myself concentrating more on what Dave and Linda were doing instead of what they were saying. Dave's left hand was very softly and gently caressing Linda's breast and her hand had begun to slowly move up and down his thigh from the knee almost up to his crotch. It was all so very subtle. I'm not even sure that they knew what they were doing. The conversation just kept moving as if none of this was going on. But for me, it was very distracting. It was pretty hard for me to listened intently when I could see Linda's nipple get erect and create that obvious bump in her top. I guess I was staring because all of a sudden, I heard Linda say, "Toni...Toni...Is something wrong?" As I mumbled "Uh...uh... No", Linda looked down at the bump in her clothes that I had fixed on. She said, "Oh gee...I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable." Dave's hand stopped moving over her breast. A bit flustered, I reacted as if I had been caught reading Playgirl by my parents or something and said, "Oh no. That's all right. Don't mind me. Go right ahead." I felt like an idiot. I couldn't believe I said that. Dave raised his eye brows in surprise and I realized that that my remark was not going to go unnoticed. I buried my head in my hands in embarassement and said, "Oh shit!" I knew if I said anything else, it would only make matters worse. Dave just started laughing histerically. "What's so funny?" I asked. "When did you get so prudish?" he asked though his laughing. "I am not prudish," I insisted. Linda firmly nudged him in the ribs and sharply said, "Dave!" It almost caused him to spill the drink that he had brought to his lips. "So what's the problem then?", he said. "There is no problem. If you two want to be alone, I understand. It's getting late anyway." This time, Linda hit him in the arm and did spill his drink onto the coffee table. |