August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over

Under the Table

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Renee knew that her boyfriend, James, didn’t want to be there. Going to a dinner to celebrate her friend’s wedding engagement wasn’t his idea of a great time. Renee knew he would’ve rather been sitting at the bar with some other guys and watching the basketball game on TV.

But he wasn’t. He was sucking it up and being with her. He was doing what they called boyfriend duty. Something that he wasn’t wild about, but doing it because he loved her.

There were times she dealt with his love of watching sports on TV, when she would’ve rather watched something else. Girlfriend duty. Once, on a long road trip, she had unzipped him and said, “Time to do girlfriend duty,” and had given him head as he drove on the highway. Afterward, she said with a grin, “Just kidding. That’s not duty at all. You know I like doing that.” Which made him melt even more.

So it went both ways, times when each put in a duty for something they’d rather not do. Compromising.

At the restaurant, Renee laughed at something that someone said about the honeymoon. Their group had sixteen people sitting at a long table, with everyone eating and laughing and drinking to celebrate the engagement of the lovely couple.

Renee placed her left hand on James’s thigh that was closer to her. Her hand slid upward, toward his groin. Cupped his groin. Slowly massaged him. The handle of his fork tinged against his plate. He cleared his throat and took a long drink of wine.

“Are you okay?” Jenny, who was sitting across from James, asked. A mischievous smile grew on her face as she added, “You’re not getting nervous from the pressure, are you?”

Renee’s hand kept massaging his growing, hardening arousal.

“What pressure?” James asked, his voice catching.

“About getting engaged,” Jenny replied. “You and Renee have been dating for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, but –”

Renee jumped in: “Oh, there’s no pressure at all. We’re too busy enjoying each other now. There’ll be time to talk about that later.”

Melissa was sitting on the other side of James, and movement in his lap caught the corner of her eye. She saw Renee’s hand down there, covered with James’s white napkin, as it fondled him.

Melissa raised her glass of wine and said, “And here’s to enjoying each other. Married or not married.”

“I’ll drink to that,” came from eager people from around the table.

“I’ll definitely drink to that,” James said and kissed his girlfriend after taking a drink.

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Author: augustmacgregor

I'm a writer of erotica and romantic fiction.

4 thoughts on “Under the Table

  1. Been there! Done that! Make it happen as often as you can, I say. 🙂

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