I briefly considered calling one of the staff over to have them escorted out but I hadn't seen anyone but college age girls since we got here. I looked at Krista who had slid her boot back on. "Justin," she shot Mr. Tickler and angry glare, "I told you after you dumped me on Christmas Eve that I never wanted to see you again. I meant it."
So this was him. His two cohorts stood by his side, there was no way they were getting past me. "You okay Kris?" I asked her, looking over my shoulder. I pointed in the direction of the pay phone. "Go call the cops." She hesitated for a moment, then walked behind me.
"I suggest you pack up your buddies, go home and sober up." I said, restraining myself from punching his lights out and getting arrested.
"And if I don't?" He sneered.
"Then we can settle this like men, outside, one on one. If you can fight without your pals here." I shot back.
"Come on then hero!" He said.
I walked with them out the front, nobody took their eyes off anyone else. I stood with my back to a car other than mine in the parking lot. I didn't want him knowing what mine looked like.
Before I knew what was happening, he lunged at me, fist first. I had expected a little witty banter or some tough guy lines, but this wasn't Roadhouse. Thinking of what I learned from Karate Kid, only one move came to me. Like Mr. Miyagi, I sidestepped, letting him ram his fist into the car window.
"Owwww! My fist!" He screamed, and dropped to the ground, cradling his now bloody fist. "Aww! $#!÷ my window!" I looked at the spider web pattern on the now broken window and did my best to supress a laugh.
"Get 'em!" He shouted.
His two cronies started to raise their fists, when I saw Bobby's car skid into the parking lot. He jumped out and stood by me, fists up and feet in his boxing stance.
“Need some help compadre?” He said. “I would have been here sooner, but I stopped to fill your gas can.” All I could do was nod, I felt my heart race, as adrenaline rushed into my system
Now the odds were even. Justin was on the ground holding what I hoped was a broken fist. Without their pack leader, and the numbers advantage they weren’t so eager to fight.
The two looked at Justin, whimpering on the ground and turned to leave. Just then, the cops arrived. I saw Krista looking out from the front window, she hurried out to give her statement. A few short questions later, I was off the hook in self defense. Justin however went to jail.
After everyone had calmed down, Bobby and Anne joined us for wings. Krista asked for my keys and excused herself for a moment.
To apologize for the trouble, the restaurant comped our food. I thanked Bobby for showing up at the right time. I was just starting to work the last bits of adrenaline out of my system sitting with my friends and stuffing myself with the best wings I had ever eaten. They left after dinner, Krista and I were alone again.
I turned to Krista, who because of the post commotion, I hadn't noticed was wearing a hot looking flowing red dress. But that wasn't all, tan hose accentuated her toned legs, and on her feet , she had changed into sexy red slingback flats. My jaw dropped when I took all in.
She laughed that adorable laugh, and said "About time you noticed."
Once I snapped back to, I had realized my girlfriend looked more gorgeous than ever had been beside me the whole time, and I hadn't noticed.
My head drooped, I couldn't look up at her. "I'm such a jerk..." I mumbled.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked sweetly, a tinge of concern in her voice.
"I'm a jerk. You look stunning and I've been too distracted to even look at you." I replied, crestfallen.
She put both hands on the sides of my head, and planted an explosive kiss on my lips, my heart skipped a beat. "You're not a jerk Billy, you're my hero." She said, and hugged me.
I hugged her back. "I'm sorry, I've just been distra...." She put a finger on my lip and silenced me.
"You poor thing, I've been teasing you into a frenzy all week. I just thought you got a charge out of it." Now it was her who looked down.
"Baby, a charge isn't the word for it. I've been running in the red for days. I've never met anyone like you. You just know exactly what buttons to push. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I said, smiling more than I have all day.
She blushed, we kissed again.
"I love you Krista."
"I love you too Billy."
We thanked the staff again for comping our meal. And left for the movies. I couldn't help but notice she left her boots off and her flats on.
"Aren't your feet cold?" I asked, throwing the heat down to the floor.
"I'm OK," she said, flexing her feet a little. "My feet were hot in those boots anyway."
Being that it was New Year's Eve and everyone was out partying, we ended up having the theater to ourselves. Everyone that was there seemed more interested in the latest action flick rather than the romance we chose.
As we got to our seats, I saw that look come over her face, she sat down in a seat against the wall away from the door. Then pointed at the seat in front of her.
"You're not going to sit with me?" I asked.
"Since it looks like we're getting a private screening, we might as well have some fun.
A moment later, the lights dimmed, and I heard her shoe hit the floor.
A moment into the film, I felt something soft brush against my head. She gently pushed the back of my head with her toes, then I felt her foot resting on the seat beside my head. I heard a giggle bubble up from the seat behind me. Deciding to have a little fun of my own, I reached up slyly and tickled her foot.
I heard a little gasp, then that bubbly musical laugh. She flexed her foot, but left it where it was. I still wasn't sure what her game was, at least until I felt her petting my face with her foot.
I turned my head, and planted a soft kiss on the ball of her foot. Encouraged by the "mmm" behind me, I kept kissing. Her feet were as soft as her lips. But it wasn't just her feet, she felt like that everywhere. When she held my hand, when she hugged me.
I had never really been in love before, and I'll put the macho tough guy act aside for a moment and tell you this. I felt as though my heart would burst when I realized just how deeply I had fallen for her.
Buy that's not the story you came here for.
I kissed different spots on her soft sole, from her heel to her toes. She purred in delight, and giggled when I snuck in a tickle now and then. After about 10 minutes, she pulled her foot away, and I heard the sounds of her shoe going back on.
I felt a slight bit of disappointment until I felt her left foot on the other side. I could smell her cherry lotion. We kept it up for a few more minutes until she put her foot down and joined me in the next row.
My heart was racing at this point when she whispered in my ear. "That was amazing, you've got some talented lips."
"You weren't bad yourself." I leaned in to kiss her, then hesitated.
She picked up on it, and said, "You can kiss me silly, these shoes are new." It didn't end with one kiss. And to this day I couldn't tell you what that movie was about.
I won't bore you with the rest of the evenings details. You can use your imagination. I will say however, we were both treated to our first midnight kiss. And the fireworks in Times Square had nothing on the sparks that flew in our hearts with that kiss.
Until next time...
So this was him. His two cohorts stood by his side, there was no way they were getting past me. "You okay Kris?" I asked her, looking over my shoulder. I pointed in the direction of the pay phone. "Go call the cops." She hesitated for a moment, then walked behind me.
"I suggest you pack up your buddies, go home and sober up." I said, restraining myself from punching his lights out and getting arrested.
"And if I don't?" He sneered.
"Then we can settle this like men, outside, one on one. If you can fight without your pals here." I shot back.
"Come on then hero!" He said.
I walked with them out the front, nobody took their eyes off anyone else. I stood with my back to a car other than mine in the parking lot. I didn't want him knowing what mine looked like.
Before I knew what was happening, he lunged at me, fist first. I had expected a little witty banter or some tough guy lines, but this wasn't Roadhouse. Thinking of what I learned from Karate Kid, only one move came to me. Like Mr. Miyagi, I sidestepped, letting him ram his fist into the car window.
"Owwww! My fist!" He screamed, and dropped to the ground, cradling his now bloody fist. "Aww! $#!÷ my window!" I looked at the spider web pattern on the now broken window and did my best to supress a laugh.
"Get 'em!" He shouted.
His two cronies started to raise their fists, when I saw Bobby's car skid into the parking lot. He jumped out and stood by me, fists up and feet in his boxing stance.
“Need some help compadre?” He said. “I would have been here sooner, but I stopped to fill your gas can.” All I could do was nod, I felt my heart race, as adrenaline rushed into my system
Now the odds were even. Justin was on the ground holding what I hoped was a broken fist. Without their pack leader, and the numbers advantage they weren’t so eager to fight.
The two looked at Justin, whimpering on the ground and turned to leave. Just then, the cops arrived. I saw Krista looking out from the front window, she hurried out to give her statement. A few short questions later, I was off the hook in self defense. Justin however went to jail.
After everyone had calmed down, Bobby and Anne joined us for wings. Krista asked for my keys and excused herself for a moment.
To apologize for the trouble, the restaurant comped our food. I thanked Bobby for showing up at the right time. I was just starting to work the last bits of adrenaline out of my system sitting with my friends and stuffing myself with the best wings I had ever eaten. They left after dinner, Krista and I were alone again.
I turned to Krista, who because of the post commotion, I hadn't noticed was wearing a hot looking flowing red dress. But that wasn't all, tan hose accentuated her toned legs, and on her feet , she had changed into sexy red slingback flats. My jaw dropped when I took all in.
She laughed that adorable laugh, and said "About time you noticed."
Once I snapped back to, I had realized my girlfriend looked more gorgeous than ever had been beside me the whole time, and I hadn't noticed.
My head drooped, I couldn't look up at her. "I'm such a jerk..." I mumbled.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked sweetly, a tinge of concern in her voice.
"I'm a jerk. You look stunning and I've been too distracted to even look at you." I replied, crestfallen.
She put both hands on the sides of my head, and planted an explosive kiss on my lips, my heart skipped a beat. "You're not a jerk Billy, you're my hero." She said, and hugged me.
I hugged her back. "I'm sorry, I've just been distra...." She put a finger on my lip and silenced me.
"You poor thing, I've been teasing you into a frenzy all week. I just thought you got a charge out of it." Now it was her who looked down.
"Baby, a charge isn't the word for it. I've been running in the red for days. I've never met anyone like you. You just know exactly what buttons to push. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I said, smiling more than I have all day.
She blushed, we kissed again.
"I love you Krista."
"I love you too Billy."
We thanked the staff again for comping our meal. And left for the movies. I couldn't help but notice she left her boots off and her flats on.
"Aren't your feet cold?" I asked, throwing the heat down to the floor.
"I'm OK," she said, flexing her feet a little. "My feet were hot in those boots anyway."
Being that it was New Year's Eve and everyone was out partying, we ended up having the theater to ourselves. Everyone that was there seemed more interested in the latest action flick rather than the romance we chose.
As we got to our seats, I saw that look come over her face, she sat down in a seat against the wall away from the door. Then pointed at the seat in front of her.
"You're not going to sit with me?" I asked.
"Since it looks like we're getting a private screening, we might as well have some fun.
A moment later, the lights dimmed, and I heard her shoe hit the floor.
A moment into the film, I felt something soft brush against my head. She gently pushed the back of my head with her toes, then I felt her foot resting on the seat beside my head. I heard a giggle bubble up from the seat behind me. Deciding to have a little fun of my own, I reached up slyly and tickled her foot.
I heard a little gasp, then that bubbly musical laugh. She flexed her foot, but left it where it was. I still wasn't sure what her game was, at least until I felt her petting my face with her foot.
I turned my head, and planted a soft kiss on the ball of her foot. Encouraged by the "mmm" behind me, I kept kissing. Her feet were as soft as her lips. But it wasn't just her feet, she felt like that everywhere. When she held my hand, when she hugged me.
I had never really been in love before, and I'll put the macho tough guy act aside for a moment and tell you this. I felt as though my heart would burst when I realized just how deeply I had fallen for her.
Buy that's not the story you came here for.
I kissed different spots on her soft sole, from her heel to her toes. She purred in delight, and giggled when I snuck in a tickle now and then. After about 10 minutes, she pulled her foot away, and I heard the sounds of her shoe going back on.
I felt a slight bit of disappointment until I felt her left foot on the other side. I could smell her cherry lotion. We kept it up for a few more minutes until she put her foot down and joined me in the next row.
My heart was racing at this point when she whispered in my ear. "That was amazing, you've got some talented lips."
"You weren't bad yourself." I leaned in to kiss her, then hesitated.
She picked up on it, and said, "You can kiss me silly, these shoes are new." It didn't end with one kiss. And to this day I couldn't tell you what that movie was about.
I won't bore you with the rest of the evenings details. You can use your imagination. I will say however, we were both treated to our first midnight kiss. And the fireworks in Times Square had nothing on the sparks that flew in our hearts with that kiss.
Until next time...
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