Pete was friendly over text, made a joke about how I’d tripped over my cock and I laughed it off. He then said it would be better if I messaged Laura as she was more reliable with plans and passed me her number.
Laura and I arranged to meet at a quiet little bar near the pier, bit of a locals spot but they have some great whiskey options. A couple of photos were exchanged, she volunteered her tanlines, wasn’t sure if the amount of underboob she left in was deliberate but I enjoyed it all the same. I returned the favour with a photo of the graze on my thigh from my trip and left a healthy but subtle bulge in there.
Later that night, we’d each had three or four drinks quite quickly, a couple of their other friends had joined us and the conversation turned a little naughtier. Pete took the opportunity to speak to me privately when Laura nipped to the toilet.
“I think my girlfriend wants you, Calv” he said with a smile on face, “what do you think about that?”
“She’s hot, and I’m flattered but I wouldn’t…”