“Great,” Forest said in a sultry voice. “Hey darlin’, when you get a chance can we get three blow jobs?”
“Forest,” I squeaked, slapping his shoulder as Sam laughed. “What the fuck is a blow job?”
“If I need to explain to you then I’m really worried about you, Jude,” Forest grinned. “I knew you were innocent, but not that innocent.”
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes. “Sam, tell me what the hell he ordered.”
Sam laughed. “Sorry, you’re just going to have to wait.”
“Alright, sugas, three blow jobs for you.” The bartender dropped off the shots with a smirk.
They looked like a shot of coffee topped with whipped cream.
I grabbed my shot hesitantly.
“Nuh-uh,” Sam shook his head.
“That’s not the way you take a blow job,” Forest said, putting my shot back on the bar. “Standing makes it easier and hands behind your back, princess.”
I scowled at him. “What the fuck is going on?”
Sam stood up and put his hands behind his back. “You don’t use your hands for this shot, Jude, just your mouth. You pick it up and throw it back.”
He demonstrated sitting his mouth over the shot glass as heat shot straight to my cock.Oh, fuck me.
“Nope, I can’t do this,” I said, shaking my head.
“Come on, Jude,” Forest said, putting one hand behind my back as Sam put my other hand behind my back.
“We do it together,” Sam said, and I could have sworn his voice was lower.
They assumed their positions and my face grew hot. I should not have found this erotic.
“One. Two,” Forest said.
“Three,” Sam said.
I watched Forest seal his lips around his glass and then Sam.
Fuck me.This shot should be illegal. Before I could talk myself out of it, I wrapped my lips around the shot and lifted itup. The shot was a little sweet and not as bad. I removed the shot from my lips as Sam licked the rim of the shot glass.
“Good boy,” Forest whispered.
My body felt like it was flushed from the praise. I wanted to hear it again, I think I needed to hear it again.
“Not bad for your first blow job,” Sam said, rubbing my shoulder. “It wasn’t so bad, right?”
I shook my head trying to get my brain to form some words, but my body was wrung tightly.
“We could try a lemon drop next time, but I think maybe we need to try that blow job one more time,” he chuckled.
“Maybe a few more times,” Forest said.
“Ok,” I said. I was ok with seeing them wrap their lips around the glass one more time.
Four blow jobs, two beers and a few burgers to soak up the alcohol later, I was laughing as Forest tried to teach Sam how to two-step. It was hopeless. I had tried so many times and never succeeded, it seemed Forest was having the same luck. Sam always danced like a fish out of water, and it wasn't for the lack of trying, he just didn’t have a rhythmic bone in his body.
“I can’t anymore,” Sam huffed. “I suck.”
