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This is a work of fiction.
All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Anything else is a coincidence.
His first thought was that both Nicole and Daniella looked beautiful. Nicole was wearing a rather tight navy blue dress that really accented her ass while Daniella wore a very flattering red dress that brilliantly highlighted her really large boobies. They were both expertly made up with Brady wearing a pair of khakis and a polo shirt, which he had learned over the years worked well in situations like this. He avoided the inevitable problem of whom to flatter first by giving them their flowers at the same time. Simultaneously, they both gave him a peck on the cheek.
Well, that went pretty good.
Nicole’s apartment had a bar in the kitchen and there was a bottle of wine out, complimented with three glasses. The girls went to the kitchen and got vases for their flowers and Daniella began pouring wine. Brady, a professional driver, did not drink and drive, however he was a guy, either blessed or curse with Mother Nature’s all-compelling mandate to reproduce, so he was not averse to getting either, or both, of his dates, sloshed. He did, however, accept his glass and made a toast, because that seemed like the thing to do. Brady was a working man from a working family and had not received first-hand instruction here. He regarded both of them with a smile.
“To us! To a memorable time. To…” Brady said, letting the sentence linger.
“…to the three of us,” Daniella added before completely losing her mind and gave both of her dates a kiss on the mouth. Brady accepted his graciously while Nicole looked like she had just witnessed the Resurrection.
“You both look stunning…” Brady said.
Daniella smiled and tilted her head graciously and Nicole recovered enough to murmur thanks and note Brady cleaned up “real good”.
“You know,” Brady said, scratching his nose. “Some might think two girls going out with one guy is whack…”
“Pssshaw,” Nicole snorted, immediately dismissing the matter with both with a forced laugh and a wave of hand. “Nonsense. We’re going to have a great, perfectly normal time, aren’t we honey?”
Daniella was laughing and Brady had the impression someone – perhaps Nicole? – had once held the opinion their date tonight really was whack.
“Whack is the last thing this is,” Nicole said, draining her wine glass.