Story Orgy Monday...Farewells & Greetings pt. 9

Happy Story Orgy^™ Monday!

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Just a little nibble this week as I'm trying to hit my deadline for my next Pulp Friction story...*crosses fingers* wish me luck! *winks*

Two huge announcements this week...

Hank Edwards has his new release: Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law...and knowing Hank, well you know this will be outstanding!

Plus...Lee Brazil has his next book from the Pulp Friction series that was just released: Out in the Cold...who doesn't want some more Cannon and Finn (*sighs* Finn...oh yeah)!

This week's prompt:  Just below the surface...

And now for your reading pleasure…

 

Farewells & Greetings

pt. 9

copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

Dwight was still blushing from the host's suggestion that he should try dancing. He picked up a triangle of warm pita bread and scooped up some of the fresh hummus in one of the two bowls lined perpendicular to him and Pip, who sat on the same side of the table facing the stage. The other bowl had baba ganoush in it. Dwight liked eggplant well enough, and had even heard of baba ganoush though he'd never been face to face with it...but that did not look like eggplant to him.

Pip, on the other hand, had no problem scraping the bowl clean. Watching him eat was damn near close to being in a porn flick, the moans and licking of fingers...the sighs and eye rolls when he reached for another piece of the soft yet crunchy bread...the soft whispering words of appreciation as he squirmed in his chair waiting for the next plate of food to be brought out.

This restaurant didn't disappoint, either, nor did the server ask them for their order. The woman just smiled and nodded to Pip and within moments another dish was set in front of them. At the moment the empty plates from the shirazi and taboouleh salads were removed and Dwight had a feeling their next group of food was already plated and waiting for them.

Looking at his date, Dwight had to smile. The man was tall and lanky, but evidently just below the surface was one bottomless stomach. He remembered their first date and how Pip had eaten two full servings of lasagna.

"I give up. Where do you put all the food?" He laughed, perhaps using his humor as a defense mechanism as he ran his hand over his softer midsection.

"In my mouth." Pip winked at him as he picked up his glass of lemon water. "The key is not to taint the food with carbonated beverages, makes my belly unhappy. I drink at least two gallons of water every day and my skin thanks me."

Dwight shook his head, not sure how to take this man sometimes.

The music changed in the background and Pip straightened up. "Gotta go, now." Before Dwight could question where he was going and whether Dwight would have to find another ride home, Pip planted a full kiss on his mouth then hurried off to the back.

"The bathroom. Please tell me he's just going to the bathroom." Dwight mumbled to himself.

Another two plates were set on their now cleared table and the server winked as he raised his gaze to her. "Not the bathroom. Well maybe the bathroom, but not just the bathroom."

Confused, and not sure if he even wanted to ask her for more details, he pointed at the meat and rice on the dishes. "Um...what am I about to eat? Oh and, could you just tell me what is on the plate, I don't understand the names of the dishes."

"You're just so adorable, no wonder Pip's been gushing about you." She giggled and the heat in Dwight's cheeks intensified. She pointed to the plate closest to him, "That is lamb stew over our signature saffron basmati rice and this one over here is lentil rice and chicken. Enjoy."

To be cont'd...

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

Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards's story: click here

Em Woods's story: click here

If you are interested in reading the first book to this prompt story...Farewell...you can find it here at ARe...hope you enjoy!