I fancied the boyfriend of the only girl I'd ever fucked.
"Jeez Nils, you're bad, bad, bad!", was all I could think of as we made our way back through to the bar.
"Will we have one more round, my shout?" asked Qian.
"I'll just have a soda water and lime", Skye replied.
"Another pint of Pink Panther Nils?", Qian continued.
"OK, one more", I answered grinning.
The girls from the Art college had gone and Qian was queuing at the bar, leaving me alone with Skye for the first time since his arrival.
"What do you think of Qian?", she asked.
"Seems like a really nice guy", I replied. "Really friendly and laid back," I added honestly.
"What do you really think of him?", she asked a second time, but this time winking and then raising her eyebrows.
The penny dropped. Before I could answer, she added-
"Do you fancy him, is he your type of boy?"
It's a good job, I was waiting on a refill, because, had I had anything at all in my mouth at that time, it'd have been spat out right across the bar.
"Skye, I, I ", was all I could muster.
She glanced towards the bar to make sure Qian wasn't looking and then put her right index finger over my mouth to 'shhhhh' me.
"It's okay if you do", she whispered. "Infact, the thought of you two playing together has made my pussy wet".
And, with that, she brought her left index finger up from under the table and pushed it quickly between my lips. The taste of her clearly soaking cunt was heavenly, but it also made me blush.
"You fancy him don't you?", she stated.
I nodded sheepishly.
"I reckon he's Bi, I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no-one is watching. I'd love you to try and get inside his boxers", she grinned, deadly serious.
"Or even just see if he'll kiss you or a fumble, anything", she added.
"But Skye...?" I protested, perhaps a little half-heartedly.
"No 'buts'", she said. "Just promise me you'll try okay? And if nothing happens, it's no biggy, just flirt with him a bit, see how it goes!", she giggled. "Do it for me?"
I'd no time to say anything else as Qian was already making his way to our table.
By now my earlier thought of.....
"Jeez Nils, you're bad, bad, bad!", had been replaced with ..........
"Jeez Skye, you're bad, bad, bad!"
Qian set the drinks down carefully on the table. Blissfully unaware.
I had a semi.
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