Post 238: After the Kiss, p3: Walking Out of the Park

“So, like, dude-“ he began again. Scott, or Scottie or somesuch, apparently some friend of Melissa and the other girls, had found/interrupted Melissa and I at our picnic, and after Melissa took off here we now were, walking out of the park together. I was still semi-reeling: our first kiss! I was floating, I was a little confused…and I didn’t feel super great. The light nausea had returned. And in the meantime, I had to tolerate this guy. “I have a date with my friend Shanette coming up. She works for you, right? Right?” he continued, hoisting the picnic bag up over his shoulder again, “I’m haha a little nervous, nervous! These girls these days!”

“What do you mean?” I asked, as I struggled with the big thermoses. There were two, and along with the cooler and the blanket I kept clutched tightly to myself, I was carrying too much. He’d helped clean up, and was nice enough to bring this stuff of Melissa’s to the car - apparently Josie and Lakshmi were waiting for us - so I had to be polite. But the guy can talk.

“Yeah, well, uh, Shanette…” he answered, “She’s, like, really big, really big - you’ve seen her right? Recently? Those, uh, tits? And she’s so tall haha maybe taller than me…” He glanced down at me - Scottie was not a big guy, maybe 5’9” or so but a lot taller than I currently was - and I tried to keep my expression blank, keep walking. “…and these, uh, feelings I’ve been having. It's so weird, so weird.“

Why is this guy telling me this?? We met like fifteen minutes ago. It was making me anxious, the topic. He was obviously oversharing, and all I wanted to do was get home and start to process was what happened. We’d kissed, Melissa and me, I mused, fighting back a covert smile, taking another deep breath from the blanket (it made me feel better, fought back the nausea that had started to return…where she’d been sitting, it smelled like her). Yes, she was my employee, Office Manager for my practice, not the brightest girl but she was so beautiful and we kissed…

“When Shanette talks to me now it’s like she’s talking to a kid, a kid,” Scottie pressed on, heedless that I wasn’t engaging, “and it’s so fucking hot!!”

That kiss - that kiss! - was unlike anything I’d felt before, with Sheryl, with anyone. I was distracted, for sure, thinking about how my whole world seemed to change with that kiss, how it made me feel differently, but whatttt? What Scottie was saying? This sounded too familiar…

“It's, like, I want her to be my mommy or some shit haha,” he explained, hoisting the heavy bag yet again and pushing his hair back with his free hand. He wasn’t even noticing I had almost dropped a thermos. “Like, we’ve been friends forever, since middle school, and I would never tell her this but now I want her to be my girlfriend, and my mommy, my, like, mommy-girlfriend haha…” He fixed me with a glance, but again I just kept my eyes straight. We weren’t too far, now, from where they’d be picking us up. “Have you been feeling that way, too? With, like, Melissa? Melissa?”

“L-let’s just walk,” I offered.

“Sure, man,” the young guy agreed, finally figuring out I didn’t want to talk, “It’s just really super common these days…”

When we got close to the car, the big black SUV pulled up alongside the park on the city street, Josie had rolled down the driver's side window and called out to me from down the sidewalk. “Hi Daddy!!” she sang, loud enough to call the attention of other pedestrians, “Over here!!”

Daddy??

Immediately I saw it, as we approached the car. Josie’s eyes were wide, seemed wild, excited. Her smile was big, bright and dare I say almost a bit unhinged. What had they been doing, since I last saw them an hour or so ago?

Struggling with the picnic stuff, Scott and I approached with our greetings. He began a chat about his run, apparently pretty familiar with Josie, but she more or less immediately stopped him, had her eyes on me. It made me a little uncomfortable, the intensity of her fixation.

“Thanks Scottie but we’ll take it from here,” Josie said, quickly dismissing him as, with a beep, the rear trunk door of the SUV began to open. “Take his stuff from him,” she instructed, eyeing the armful I was struggling against, “and put it in back.” She looked at me again, her smile cocking. “Let him keep the blanket,” she added.

“Can’t I at least have a ride? A ride?” Scottie asked, loading his stuff into the back, then unloading mine from my arms, “Back to my car?”

“No,” Josie answered him, abruptly, then opening the driver’s side door to me...

“Dr. J we heard you were cold,” she said, as my eyes dropped of their own accord to the body Josie was obviously showing off to me. I was assaulted, suddenly, on two fronts. First, the strong perfume these girls had all been wearing just billowed out, enveloped me, made my bones shudder…god it smelled good. And second, she was wearing an oversized black parka but had it pulled aside to show me her shapely torso and breasts which seemed bigger than even this morning, in a workout top. I could have sworn it was an effect of the perfume but my eyes could not keep themselves from goggling. Her smile was still wide, and seemed to invite me up into her lap, so she could close that jacket over me. “Climb on in we’ll get you warm,” she offered, watching my face as my jaw hung, open in admiration. Maybe she read my eyes, because she added: “This is my father’s jacket…wanna get in it with me?”

Over Josie’s shoulder I noticed Lakshmi still sitting in back, eyes fixed on me no less earnestly. The rear window opened so I could see in, better, say hi. Though her smile was more contained, her eyes, too, seemed weirdly wide, like she was holding in a new excitement. And Jesus her breasts. She was sort of hugging them together, bulging them around the seatbelt harness. How had I not noticed how big they were?

“You can sit up front in my lap…” Josie offered, giggling.

Lakshmi, though, was not laughing, but rather watched my face indulgently as I helplessly ogled the shapely rondure of her breasts, which had somehow grown to the size of small melons. Finally she spoke.

“...or you can climb into the backseat with me..?”

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