Page 6 of Love Undiscovered
“Not me.” She motions with her head over her right shoulder. “It’s from the table over there.” Both Alex and I peer around her to see a table of three women eye-fucking our table of two.
The other two guys that were at our table with us are in the back playing pool. But there’s still another three tables of guys clustered around us, drinking beer and one-upping each other with stories and such. We’re all still in our basketball clothes; the police department with shirts say SSPD on the front, and ‘Cops = ‘cause even firefighters need heroes’ on the back.
The firefighters with shirts that say SSFD on the front and ‘How do you make a cop happy? Let him play firefighter’ on the back.
The two departments have been in a friendly (of sorts) rivalry for decades. And often meet for beers after the various games. Flag football in the fall, basketball in the winter, and softball in the spring. I’m looking forward to playing all three with them.
It’s not surprising that a bunch of gym clothes clad police officers and firefighters would attract a table of women. And the one who sent me a drink? I’ve seen that look enough times to know that if I wanted to, I could tuck away in some supply closet or restroom stall and have my dick in her mouth in under fifteen minutes. Single guys in smallish towns, who work in law enforcement, are thrust into almost rock star status and with that status comes easy lays. It’s only when it’s too easy that it becomes boring and unwanted.
The woman who bought me the drink raises her glass at me and smiles. I raise mine in return and mouth a ‘thank you,’ then turn my attention back to Alex. It was a nice gesture, but there’s no reason to encourage a too-easy type knowing I won’t follow through or take her home.
Alex looks at me, one eyebrow raised.
“What can I say? It’s good to be me,” I tell him with a smile.
“The other one is trying to get your attention too.” He motions back to the table. I turn to look, one of the other girls is twirling her tongue around her straw in what I assume she believes is a seductive manner. I have to turn my head to laugh so they don’t see me.
“I don’t think that’s for me, buddy,” I hit Alex on the arm. “The straw licker has only got eyes for you.”
“I’ve struck out enough for one day already. I need a break,” he says.
“Already?” I ask him. “It’s barely four o’clock in the afternoon.”
“You have no idea, brother,” he groans.
“Try me.”
“I got with this chick I’ve been seeing—”
“I thought you were outta town?”
“I was, for like six months, but I started seeing her before I left.”
“Dude, long distance sucks.”
“Yeah, we texted.”
“Texted or sexted?” I smirk.
“Both. But I hadn’t seen her in person since before I left,” Alex sighs.
“How long you been back?”
“Couple weeks. Her schedule is insane.”
“Insane cause she’s seeing other guys?”
“I doubt it. We didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think so.”
“Okay, so you hooked up?”
“We had breakfast—”
“Breakfast isn’t a strikeout, my man.”
“We started with breakfast.”
“You had a date for breakfast?”
