There was easily two decades separating us and her daughter liked me she would never do anything, knowing that. He said to me, “This woman comes over here and just starts saying, ‘I just made out with that guy over there,’ then goes, ‘I’m totally going to fuck him tonight.’” Diane went to the bathroom shortly after, so I went to say hello to Stephen. My other friend Stephen was already down there talking to him. Once the moment was over, Diane headed to the end of the bar to talk with my friend Paul, who was bartending. “What? He’s hot,” she said, still hugging me. “What the fuck was that?!” he said, in a jokingly confused manner. The next thing I knew, her tongue was in my mouth and mine was soon in hers.Įveryone in our group now stopped to look, but Jeff stood there, stunned.
After a couple of seconds, I tried pulling my head back, but she didn’t want to stop. She then grabbed my face and planted one on me. “Fuck it, why not?” I said, and we kept our conversation somewhat casual for the next few minutes.Īs Jeff walked out of the bathroom and started heading back towards the bar, Diane looked at me and said, quietly, “You ready?” I smirked, and nodded. and my best friend, Jeff, excused himself from our circle to use the bathroom.ĭiane turned to me and whispered in my ear, “We should totally fuck with him when he comes back.” Intrigued, I replied, “And how do you say we do that?” She started to talk, chuckled a little bit, then finally spit it out, “When he comes out, you should just kiss me.” I laughed out loud for a couple of seconds until I realized that she was completely serious. We were catching up about what I was doing, what Stephanie was doing college-wise, etc. By the time we started talking, I could tell that she was a little buzzed, as was I. I always got along with Stephanie’s mom Diane was definitely a “fun mom” and way more laid-back and casual than some of the other parents. When the party was over, some of the parents came into the bar area to hang out and celebrate some more while most of their kids - Stephanie included - drove other girls home.
I walked past the party and met up with my friends, some of whom were bartending in the other room. There was some kind of celebration or something going on in the dining area because Stephanie, now 18, and a bunch of her friends were all dressed in a more of an upscale-dinner attire than the restaurant requires. One night, I was getting off of work and my friends asked me to meet at the local hangout, so I headed over. For the most part, it was pretty obvious - always smiling around me, hugging me, telling me she loved my cologne - but it was still cute. I remember her mother always telling me, “She has the biggest crush on you!” and wanting to take pictures together whenever we were with a group of people. Even as we got older, she was cute - strawberry blonde hair, freckles - but always just a little out of my age range. I was 18, she was 13 - it could never work not at the time, at least. Stephanie was always too young for me, growing up.
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