That Summer

He Gives Such Hard Advice...

Emma looked out the window of the front seat of the limo. She couldn't believe she was in the same car as Tom Petty; her dad would be so jealous.
         She was headed to dinner with Tom, Stevie, Sharon, and Jana. Emma wasn't expecting to join them, but Stevie insisted; she wanted Tom to meet her.
         They pulled up to the restaurant, and Emma got out of the car to let the hostess know that they arrived, arranging for Stevie and Tom to come through the back door. She waved out the door, signaling the limo to pull around the back where she'd meet them to walk them to the secluded table in the private dining room.
         Everyone took their seats, Stevie sitting across from Tom, Emma sitting to Stevie's right, Jana and Sharon on Tom's side of the table.
         "Well, Emma, thanks for getting us back here without any chaos." Tom lauded. Emma smiled, totally taken aback by his genuineness. She could see why Stevie loved him so much; he was a really down-to-earth guy with a great sense of humor, and she could tell he adored Stevie right back. They both lit up when they saw each other, and Emma could tell that Stevie automatically felt at home in his presence. It kind of made Emma a little bit jealous, but she knew nothing was going on between them – at least not in the last decade or so.
         After placing their orders, the night continued with regular dinner conversation and laughter. Everyone was getting along great, sharing bottles of expensive wine.
         Emma wasn't sure if it was the wine, but about halfway through dinner, she felt Stevie's warm hand caressing her thigh underneath her dress. Emma jumped a little from surprise, but continued eating her dinner, pretending like nothing was wrong.
         Stevie was still eating with her other hand, but she kept her right on Emma's thigh, inching her way to her wet center. She began rubbing the outside of Emma's lacey thong, feeling her arousal start seeping through. Emma contained herself, shocked that this was happening in front of everyone. But she'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't totally enjoying this, loving how crazy and risky it was.
         Everyone kept chatting, not even realizing that Stevie's fingers were now inside of Emma's underwear, rubbing against her throbbing clit. For all they knew, Stevie was just showing proper etiquette, keeping her elbow off the table and her hand that wasn't in use in her lap. Nothing looked askew from the other side of the table – or at least they thought.
         Emma silently climaxed, her wetness coating Stevie's fingers while she masked the sounds of her excitement by chewing her food. She excused herself after riding that wave of intense pleasure, and she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up.
         "Steve," Tom looked at his friend across the table, "come outside with me for a smoke." He offered. Stevie shrugged, excusing herself from the table to join Tom. They headed toward the back door and stood outside in the humid Florida air while Tom lit up.
         "So you're fucking your assistant?" Tom asked ever so casually while lifting his cigarette to his lips. Stevie's mouth dropped, unable to get anything but a small squeak out of her mouth. How the fuck does he know?!
         "What are you talking about, Tom? That's asinine!" Stevie raised her voice.
         "Steve... first of all, you're not lefthanded. You ate your entire dinner with your damn left hand; honestly, it was pretty impressive. But your right hand never came out from under the table, and that girl barely said a word for a solid 10 minutes. I think I've had enough experience to know when someone's getting their girl off under the table." He smiled and took another hit. "She's cute though... gotta hand it to ya, Steve!" Tom laughed.
         "Oh my god, was it that obvious?!" Stevie asked, her palms against the sides of her face.
         "I don't think Sharon and Jana noticed, but as a guy who's gotten his fair share of women off that way, I knew around halfway through." He winked. Stevie closed her eyes in frustration, letting out a breath to show her stress.
         "Steve, it's fine! You're having fun! Maybe this is what you need, maybe it's time you take a break from men and explore this side of yourself."
         "I'm not gay, Tom." Stevie said back defensively.
         "I never said you were! But as long as this is consensual and no employee harassment lawsuit, I think this might be good for you." He reasoned, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Steve, if she's making you happy, then let it be. Don't think too much about it... but try to be a little more discreet, you horny fool!" He laughed.
         Stevie laughed back, totally embarrassed that she was this obvious, but relieved that at least Tom knew and she could confide in him about this for however long it lasted. She knew nobody else would understand.
         "She's got a hold on me, Tom... I don't know what it is, but I really feel myself falling in love with her. But she's so young... it feels so wrong. It can't last, you know? I've lived my fantastic life, and she needs to live hers."
         "When did it start?"
         "Well, I hated her the first week... she fucked everything up, I was a little hard on her. And then a couple nights ago, after my last show, I invited her to hang out and we got really drunk. She slept in my bed with me, and somehow we both ended up unable to resist whatever force was bringing us closer together. It just kinda happened?" Stevie explained.
         "Damn, they're right about those U-Haul Lesbians..." Tom joked.
         "Oh, SHUT UP! We are NOT like that..." Stevie smacked his arm.
         "I'm joking with you, Steve. I just think it's hysterical that it's been like 2 nights and you're already falling in love... but I guess that's been you in every relationship, so I can't be that surprised." Tom puffed out a hit of his cigarette, looking Stevie in her big, brown eyes,
"Look, Steve. Life is short... this summer's going to fly by, and Karen will be back before you know it. Live in the moment, figure yourself out, and you'll re-evaluate when you actually have to do so. But I like this for you... and I gotta say, it's pretty hot."
         Stevie smacked his arm again, pulling him in for a hug. "I love you, thank you." She whispered into his chest, "You wise, old owl."
         Tom stroked his hand through her hair and kissed the top of her head. "Just be careful, Steve." He advised. She nodded in understanding, leading them back inside to the table.