Free Men in Shorts: An Erotic Anthology by Lori Perkins Page A

ability to maintain the polite expression otherwise.

    She made sure to order a tangy Shiraz to drink with the entrees, although Barb tutted about drinking red with trout. There was no way Christine was going to swill another insipid white with the fresh catch. Sure enough, the waiter delivered the tray before her with a flourish and a heavenly aroma rose up to tantalize her senses.

    "Wow, I should have ordered that," Rafferty said, although his frittata looked excellent as well, stuffed with fresh mushrooms and sweet red peppers.

    "Try some," Christine offered, gesturing with her fork.

    "I'd really like to try some of that," he said looking into her eyes rather than at her plate. Christine felt a thrill of excitement in her chest and a matching twinge in her thighs. He took a healthy bite and closed his eyes with delight. "Wonderful, just wonderful."

    "Yes, it is," Christine said. "Can I try some of yours?"

    "Of course, of course!" His grin made her sure that he knew exactly what she was thinking. She speared a piece that had a big hunk of mushroom that felt like flesh between her teeth. While Barb tried to get the two of them engaged in discussing the local zoning issues, Christine found herself stealing looks at Rafferty, who was quick to pour more wine when her glass got low, or quickly pass her a condiment or a piece of bread whenever she reached for something.

    When he finished his meal, Rafferty laid his silverware on the plate and leaned back in his seat with a happy sigh. Christine was leaning forward for another spoonful of pilaf when she felt the weight of his hand resting tentatively on her thigh. She managed to not drop the spoon, but Barb's words flew right through her head and out the other ear. "What was that, Barb?" she said while she slowly dropped her own hand to cover his and give it a squeeze of encouragement.

    "I just think the town council had better get there priorities straight if they want Main Street to stay vibrant!" Barb said with a trace of indignation, though it was hard to tell whether it was aimed at Christine, the morose Tad, or the town counselors themselves. Christine was too distracted to care as Rafferty's hand began tracing circles on her thigh, creeping toward her panties that were already getting sodden with her excitement. His pinkie brushed her against the soft fabric and Christine tried to hide her gasp with a cough, throwing a glance sideways to Rafferty, but he was looking across the table and smiling at Barb. Wicked boy!

    That pinkie was getting insistent now, wiggling between her thighs and stroking in search of her swelling clitoris. Christine was glad the wine had already given a shine to her cheeks, but it was going to be difficult to hide the climax that was beginning to work its way up from her knees even now. She brought the napkin to her face and cleared her throat as he applied more pressure and more fingers and suddenly the stars were bursting in her vision and her empty vaginal walls clutched wetly as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

    "Are you all right, Christine?" Barb actually sounded concerned.

    Christine continued coughing, trying to recover without laughing her glee. A glance at Rafferty revealed he was looking suitably concerned, but there was a twinkle in his eye that seemed appreciative. "Gosh, I'm not sure, but I think something may have gone down wrong. You know," she said with sudden inspiration, "I think maybe I better go home. I feel a bit unwell. Hope I'm not coming down with something."

    Barb seemed to regard her as a plague carrier after that and was only too happy to let her go. "You can get the check next time," she said, waving away Christine's feeble attempt to make amends. But she still had enough venom to glare at the way Rafferty slipped his arm solicitously into hers. They were barely out in the parking lot before he spun her around and pulled her into a deep probing kiss that reminded her just how wet her bunched panties