Small Talk

Unable to develop an idea, Josh decided to think about it later and got in the car to leave. 

The drive to the restaurant, a route he was well-acquainted with, took about fifteen minutes. The Terrific Tavern was conveniently near his work, adding to his comfort and ease. 

He appreciated the familiar drive because driving in new areas stressed him out and made him sweat, which would mitigate the effects of his deodorant early. 

He quickly found a suitable spot reasonably close to the building and parked. 

His arrival time placed him at the bar around ten minutes early, but he didn't mind because he preferred to be early than to be worried he would be late. 

On the other hand, Aimee was usually the last person to arrive at class so he didn't expect her to arrive until 7 p.m. exactly or a little late. It was unusual that Aimee had been the first in the class today. 

Josh fiddled with his phone while he waited for Aimee, fingering through TikTok, Instagram, and reading a Webnovel. Ten minutes passed, and he began to look out for Aimee to arrive. 

Two more minutes had passed when Josh saw Aimee walking casually up to his car. 

He hit the nail on the head with his prediction for her outfit. She wore jeans, differentiated from her usual denim by their dark blue color and flair at the bottom. They were tight in the waist and thigh area but loose by her calves. 

Her top also matched his prediction, showing plenty of the cleavage he loved so much. It was pretty intricate, with lace and sheer parts, showing off more of her boobs. It was bright red and tucked into her jeans, and the color contrasted her platinum blonde hair nicely. 

Overall, her outfit was surprisingly stylish, and she wasn't wearing cowboy boots as he had presumed she might. 

He turned his car off, opened the door, got out, and then closed it, locking it by pressing a button on the handle. 

Aimee had finished her walk over from her car, which he now noticed sitting a few spots away. 

She came in the other entrance, the one he wasn't watching. 

As he finished his thought, he leaned forward, meeting her in a hug, which was awkward since he didn't usually hug many women. He felt that hugging was mostly for romantic relationships, something he hadn't had since middle school if you could even call that a relationship. 

. Holding the hug longer than necessary, Aimee rubbed her chest around Josh's, pressing her tits into him, hardening his cock.

Releasing their hug, Aimee peeked down and saw his erection, pitching a tent through his pants.

Snarkily, she said, "That's all it takes to make you hard? I guess I'm not surprised. I've never seen you with a girl".

"Har Har. So funny", Josh replied, bemused by her goading, "Should we go in?"

"Sure". 

Since they were already bold, Josh grabbed her hand, and as she was already starting to walk to the building, he pulled her into a kiss. It wasn't passionate, just a simple peck, but when he pulled away, he saw her blushing, pink spreading across her cheeks. 

After that, he started walking inside with her hand in his, like nothing had happened. 

As they arrived at the door, Josh unlaced his hand from hers. He opened the door and stood behind it, letting her walk inside. 

Walking in behind her, he heard the jostling of trays and many voices of those inside because an older couple opened the internal doors, leaving. The man in the middle room held the door open as Aimee and Josh walked through the opening.

Seeing them walk in, one of the hostesses said, "Welcome. How many?" 

"Two", Josh replied. 

"Alright, the wait for two is about ten minutes. Is that okay?" 

"Yeah, that works. Thanks"

Done handling that, Josh ushered Aimee into a bench seat in the lobby. He held his hand over the seat, beckoning her to sit first. After she sat, Josh followed, sitting next to her, the sides of their bodies touching. 

Josh settled into his position, watching the servers holding trays on their shoulders and the bartenders preparing drinks for those seated there. 

Too young to drink and without a fake ID, Josh was unable to partake, unfortunately. 

The conversation with Aimee was simple. Josh asked about her day, and she told him about some of the homework she did before the date. 

Josh sympathized as he had a lot of the same homework, and before they knew it, their table was ready. 

They stood up and followed their waiter, a young girl who looked to be about the same age as Josh. Usually, he would have leched at someone as pretty as her, but it wasn't necessary today. 

Reaching their table, the waiter left the pair with water and menus. 

The table was against a half wall and had two seats on opposite sides. The wall had a simple landscape painting, and their table had a white tablecloth, a candle, and salt and pepper shakers. 

Josh went to pull out a chair for Aimee, but she sat in the chair he was going to use, not noticing the gesture, which caused him to cough awkwardly. Nonetheless, he sat down in the chair he pulled out and faced Aimee, who was now sitting, too. 

He once again admired her figure, displayed by her top. 

"What are you going to get to drink"? He asked. 

"I think I'll just get Dr. Pepper," she responded simply. 

"Hmm, okay". 

Soon after, their waiter returned and asked them what they wanted to drink. 

Aimee ordered what she said, and Josh ordered an Arnold Palmer with sweet tea. 

The waiter finished writing down what they said and went to get their beverages. 

While waiting, Josh made small talk, asking Aimee what she would major in. She replied that she would major in engineering but hadn't decided which focus yet. 

The waiter returned with their drinks and gave them more time to browse the menu.