Story Orgy Monday...Farewells & Greetings pt. 8

Happy Story Orgy^™ Monday!

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This week's prompt:  He'd have to hitch a ride home.

And now for your reading pleasure…

Farewells & Greetings

pt. 8

copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

Pip thinks I'm beautiful? This statuesque man with long black hair and piercing blue eyes thinks that I'm beautiful? Did he not notice my pasty white skin with the orange dots all over it or the extra padding around the midsection at the spa last week?

Okay...just breathe, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Don't let him see you doubt yourself or his words. Don't bring attention to the fact that you don't agree.

Riley thought I was beautiful, why can't Pip? In truth, Riley was the gorgeous one, really. I was lucky to get him...seems like the odds are against me being lucky like that twice in my life. I'm not bringing anything to this relationship. Pip's the one with the personality, he's the one with the great smile and laugh that makes everyone else join in, he's the one with the sexy tats and piercings...and holy shit I really do like them.

My god, if he knew how little I thought of myself he'd never waste his time, I'd probably have to hitch a ride home. I had my chance and I lost it, life doesn't give you a second chance, not at a forever love. Maybe that's it, I should just jump into bed with Pip, get what I can get and move on. Sooner or later he's gonna see me for the loser I am, he'll get tired of dealing with my insecurities, he'll decide that I'm not worth all the trouble, not worth all the effort to sustain a relationship with me.

"You know, when I was in school there was this shy kid. He was a good kid, athletic and smart, but couldn't put two words together in front of anyone but his closest friends. He was sure no one would be okay with his—well let's just call them his charms, though he called them his idiosyncrasies. It was a shame that people didn't have the patience to get to know him."

Dwight jumped at Pip's voice. My god could the man read his mind too? Wasn't the first time Dwight thought that, and he didn't believe it would be the last either.

"You were shy as a kid?" Yeah, Dwight wasn't buying that story.

As he pulled into the parking lot, Pip winked at Dwight. "He tried everything to get out of his shell. He signed up for all types of clubs, joined a select few sports, even managed to get himself a popular girlfriend. Nothing worked. As soon as someone approached him to say hello he would become mute. When he walked in the halls he'd look up at the ceiling or down at the floor to avoid eye contact with anyone, because, of course, if he looked at someone directly in the eye that might encourage conversation. Mustn't have that, right?"

Pip parked the station wagon and they walked to the entrance.

"So, the third date is dinner? How conventional of you."

"Ye of little faith," Pip whispered in Dwight's ear before grabbing his hand. "So, if this shy kid had just taken the time to really look around him, he'd have realized that people appreciated his little quirks. His worst enemy was himself."

"You'll never convince me you were a shy kid." Dwight reached for the door but Pip beat him to it, turning and smiling like he was about to divulge a huge secret.

"One day I have high aspirations of convincing you that the kitchen should be yellow and the bathroom blue. I hope to convince you that tattoos can tell a story sure as any leather bound tome does. I might even convince you to let me grope on you later in my car outside of your home...but I would never try to convince you that I was ever shy."

He stopped in the middle of the open doors and pressed his lips to Dwight's, causing the hair on the back of Dwight's neck to stand up and tingle. Yeah, Pip was not shy.

"Now," he continued after ending the kiss and ushering Dwight into a very low-key looking waiting area and bar for the restaurant. "Now, Barry was intensely shy. Froze up and sputtered every time someone said hello to him. Missed out on the best years of his life, let's just pause for a moment to say a prayer of thanks that Nikki—the popular girl I told you about—saw past it and married him. That guy would be lost without her."

"Your brother, Barry?" Dwight couldn't believe it.

The host looked up and genuinely smiled at Pip. He immediately set down the papers he'd been holding and escorted them past the huge divider into what could only be described as a huge ballroom with tables littered all around a huge oval dance area. In the center of that dance area were two women and a man...belly dancing.

Dwight's mouth practically hit the floor.

A hot breath wafted over his ear, "Not your conventional dinner date anymore, huh?"

The host chuckled, "Will you be joining them tonight, Pip? Maybe entice your boyfriend into trying something new?"

Dwight gulped loudly, eyes zeroing in on the male off to the right rolling his abdominal muscles as he popped his hips to one side then the other. A vision of Pip drape in the sheer fabric moving like that for him made Dwight's pants feel suddenly very tight.

Yeah, his Pip was definitely not shy.

To be cont'd...

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Don't forget to check out the great stories on my fellow orgiast's blogs! :)

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