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Frank Tarkington and Rita Marlowe were seniors at the University of Pittsburgh.  They shared a nearby off-campus apartment.  He was a Journalism Major and she was an English Major.  They had been dating each other since they were both freshmen. 

Now they sat across from each other in a booth in a bar near campus, drinking beer and waiting for some classmates before ordering a large pizza.  It was early Saturday afternoon and outside the sun was bright and hot on the streets of the city.  Frank and Rita truly cared for each other but after three years of dating their love life was in a rut.  Only a few customers sat up front at the bar and at the booths against the one wall.  Frank and Rita where alone in the back.  They waited for their friends.

Frank and Rita smiled across the table at each other.  They drank their beer.  There didn’t seem to be much to say.  Someone played the jukebox.  The song was Light My Fire by The Doors.  Frank looked down at his hands wrapped around his mug of beer on the table.  Rita was looking at her hands wrapped around her mug on the table.  The pitcher between them was empty.

Suddenly, Frank began to sweat.  He had an idea.  He knew it was a wild idea but he knew he had to do it.

“Hey, babe,” he said to Rita.  “What are you wearing under your dress?”

Rita wore a short dress.  “My dress?  My underwear.  What else would I be wearing?”

“Slip off your panties,” he said.  “Slip off your panties and put them in your purse.”

“Slip of my panties?” she said.  “Have you lost it?”

“No, I haven’t lost it.”

She looked at him.  Her back was to the rest of the bar.  She turned around to see if anyone was paying attention to her and Frank.  She turned back around to Frank and looked at him.  She began to do what he had asked her to do.

Rita said, “I don’t know about this.”

Frank got up and came around and slid in with her on her side of the booth.  They sat shoulder to shoulder.  He put his arm around her shoulders and held her close.  He put his free hand under her dress.  Rita slid down a little in the booth.  She opened her legs.  She tilted her hips upward and closed her eyes.  The palms of her hands were flat on the table top.

Frank watched her face.  She began to breathe deeply.  He went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on until Rita’s body began to tense.  Her mouth opened in passion. She gripped the edge of the table.  She turned her face to him and pushed her open mouth into his shoulder to muffle her moans.  Finally, Frank felt three powerful spasms and a weak one run through Rita’s body.  Gradually her body went limp…

Rita let go of the table and turned to Frank and put her arms around his neck and gave him a long deep kiss.  After the kiss she opened her eyes and said in a low voice, “Let’s go home.”

“Go home?”

“We’ll go home and finish this then come right back and party.”

Girls Gone Wild

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