Jackie's Third Lesson (Alternatively, Jackie's New Friend)

   "Welcome to McDuckie's - service with a smile!" Greeted the incredibly perky cashier with blonde curls, practically bouncing in her uniform with the smile she promised. "May I take your order, sir and ma'am?"

   "You most certainly may!" I answered her with contagious enthusiasm. "Two ice cream cones for me and my guy! I'll go with a strawberry swirl!"

   "And I'll take chocolate, milady," my hunk of a compatriot chimed in with that knee-weakening manly tone of his.

   It took a second for the energetic day wager's knees to stop being weak. "Mmhmm! That'll be $3.79," she caught up gracefully and nigh unflinchingly. I ponied up the necessary funds from my back pocket and handed them over, which seemed to surprise our host a little more. So what if guys usually handle the finances in social situations? I was the one who wanted ice cream, so I took responsibility! "Thank you! Here's your receipt!"

   The cutie in the uniform managed the transaction without any qualms but for those small displays of impression, so we didn't give her any guff. She was actually pretty sexy for a sight in a fast food restaurant, and I bet she was real bouncy in the sack! Thoughts of bedding her might have followed us to the pickup counter were I technically single, though I've no doubts the lady I'd christened 'girlfriend' near going on a month ago wouldn't mind if I shared! Nah, it's not like I was cruising... "You know, Jackie," my male partner in crime piped up - he was a valid reason I wasn't cruising. "If I didn't know any better, I'd have described the way you looked at the maiden who served us as 'lesbian shark week'."

   "Huxley!!" I chided with a full blush, surreptitiously punching the tanned surfer boy in the arm in response. My face wasn't the only place blood rushed to when this incorrigible monster said shit like that! "If I didn't know any better about you, I'd say you look better suited to charm the pants off of girls like her!" I returned in a hiss.

   "Fair point," Huxley chuckled, observing NO attempts to seek forgiveness for his commentary, the big bastard. Our ice cream cones showed up a second later, and he took both of them with a gentlemanly smile across his face. "Thank you, ma'am. Shall we walk with these, milady? Or are we taking a seat?"

   I thought about that. "Let's sit down at a booth," I decided. "On the other side of the divider."

   And so we did. We must have looked like a typical boyfriend and girlfriend, he's such a big strong man and I'm a dainty thing with nice tits, but that was the fun part of our dynamic. I'd been meaning to ask him about part of that dynamic, so I sat us down in this nice little place at about ten at night so we could talk for a bit. When Huxley and I find the time to get together these days, it's not usually for casual discussion. I wasn't gonna waste the opportunity he gave me to drag him out of his surfer's shack for a couple desserts after 10PM. "Mmm. So as much as I enjoy a lady buying me a treat," Huxley started first, after a couple licks of his chocolate, "which is not common or often heard of from me, mind you, we're not sitting down just to gaze longingly into each others' eyes as we finish these, are we?"

   Huxley was a man of many qualities, predominately intelligence, caring, and a humble abundance of self-confidence. He's... I guess I'd call him a big brother-type dom, the kind I might have always wished I had if I'd been introduced to him sooner in life rather than when I met my girlfriend. I have a younger brother I love very much, and he's a sweet, smart, and caring guy too, but if he had Huxley's years to him... W

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