“Oh man, here we go,” Sandra said as Kane approached with four shots of tequila.

“We need salt,” Paul said, reaching over to the table next to us.

“And limes,” Sandra said, getting up to run over to the bar.

Kane made his way around the table, setting the shots down for each of us. He saved mine for last. He stood behind me and I watched from the corner of my eye as his hand reached out and set the tequila in front of me. Suddenly I felt his breath very close to the side of my face.

“We’re getting out of here,” he whispered in my ear. He had my attention.

“I’m going to leave and five minutes later, you’re leaving too. We’re going to finish what we started.”

His words caused goosebumps to form all over my body.

He moved away just as Sandra came barreling back with the limes. I looked at him as he took his seat. He gave me a subtle nod. I nodded back. I knew at that moment I was about to experience the longest five minutes of my life.

“Great idea with the shots,” Paul said.

Kane said nothing back.

I looked at the shot in front of me. Truth be told, I’d never done a shot of Tequila in my life. Shots of any type of alcohol weren’t a thing that the women in my world did. I couldn’t let them find out though. I was sure if I did, they’d have me trying every shot in the bar. I did not want to be the center of attention.

I watched as Sandra and Paul licked their hands and salted them. I wondered why Kane wasn’t doing the same.

It seemed odd, but I followed their lead. As I licked my hand, I glanced up and caught Kane watching me. I liked that he was watching. I slowed my licking, giving him a subtle smirk as my tongue slid across the length of my hand.

“What should we toast to?” Sandra said.

“Yeah, what’s the occasion?” Paul said.

“No occasion,” Kane answered.

“How about we toast Meadow? Officially welcome her to our little town,” Sandra said, holding her shot in the air.

“Great idea,” Paul said, holding up his shot too.

I looked at Kane.

“Sure,” he said, giving me a private wink.

I couldn’t help letting a grin cross my face.

“You guys have been so wonderful to me. You’re making me blush,” I said, raising my glass.

We clinked glasses and before Paul and Sandra had finished licking the salt on their hands, Kane slammed his empty shot glass on the table. A little behind everyone else, I licked my salt and drank the shot.

“Ugh, what the fuck? That’s awful,” I blurted.

Sandra and Paul burst out laughing, and while not as obvious, even Kane couldn’t keep a smile off his face.

I cringed as the Tequila burned its way down my throat. I started to cough and gag as my eyes filled with tears. They all laughed even harder, but Sandra tried to get her laughter under control.

“Here, here. Suck on this,” she said, handing me a lime. I put it in my mouth and felt some relief.

Kane stood up. I got nervous that my display of amateur tequila drinking might have turned him off me. I looked up at him and he was still smiling. He looked so sexy, with his muscles stretching the cotton of his shirt. From the sly look he gave me, I knew our plan was still on.

“I hate to do shots and run,” Kane said, “but if we’re doing this trip to Big Sur tomorrow, I really need to get into the shop first thing.”

He tossed down money for his share of the bill.

“You guys are going to Big Sur?” Sandra said, but they didn’t answer.

“Need me to come in to help with anything in the morning?” Paul said. “Nah. Should be fine. I’ll meet you guys up there in the afternoon.”

Sandra stood and gave Kane a hug. I sat there awkwardly, not knowing how to acknowledge his departure.

Should I hug him too?

Or pretend I didn’t notice?

Or perhaps a firm handshake?

Why did I have to be so awkward? I overthought every detail.

“Welcome to Pismo Beach, Meadow,” Kane said, as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

His hand felt large, strong and manly on my shoulder. I smiled and thanked him, trying my best to act normal. “Did you see that?” Sandra said.

“See what?” I asked immediately.

“I knew you and Kane would get along. See what I told you? He’s a good guy,” she said, as the waitress brought new drinks for the three of us.

“I’d say. There certainly was some heat between you two,” Paul added.

“What heat? When? There’s no heat between us,” I said, too eagerly.

Paul looked at Sandra like I was crazy. “Umm. Last night there definitely was, and apparently there was another blowout this morning.”

“Oh, right. That. Well, don’t you remember? We told Sandra we’d forget everything and start fresh,” I said, feeling very grateful Sandra had made that suggestion.

They both laughed and Sandra changed the subject. I was relieved. I reached into my purse to check the time on my phone. I figured it had already been a minute since Kane left, which left me with four more minutes of acting like nothing was going on. I put my phone away and tried to join the conversation.

I was looking at them, following their facial cues, but I had no idea what they were talking about. They started laughing and looked to me, so I laughed too and took a sip of my wine. They carried on talking and I reached for my phone again.

Three more minutes.

I squirmed in my seat. My pussy was already getting wet, just from the anticipation of getting the Kane treatment again.

I debated just leaving. The waiting was killing me. I worried if I left too soon after Kane, they might catch on to us. Plus, Kane would probably think I was desperate.

I wasn’t desperate. This was his idea. Maybe I’d make him wait. I’d just gotten the new glass of wine. I should at least stay long enough to finish it.

But what if he didn’t think I was coming and left without me. I checked my phone again.

Screw it.

“I should really call it a night,” I said.

“But you’ve still got a whole glass of wine,” Paul said.

“I know, but I’m still recovering from that tequila,” I said.

They both laughed.

“Plus, I’m pretty exhausted after my first day of working, ever. I want to make sure I’m well rested for tomorrow.”

“Fair enough,” Sandra said. “I’m excited to work with you again. Don’t worry about your drinks. I’ve got this.”

We hugged and I opened my purse to leave money, even though she’d told me not to. Paul put his hand on mine to stop me.

“You’re not paying tonight, Meadow. Let me treat you, as a welcome to Pismo Beach and a congratulations on your new job,” he said, still holding my hand.

“Are you sure?” “I insist. You get out of here and go rest,” he said, letting go of my hand so he could give me a hug.

I thanked them both, then hurried toward the exit, practically tripping myself up in my haste. I checked the time one last time, and with a minute to spare, popped into the ladies room. The ladies room where Kane and I started what we were about to finish!

I did another hair flip, touched up my eyeliner and added fresh coats of lipstick and gloss. I glanced down and my cheeks went bright red again when I noticed a perfect and quite obvious print of my ass cheeks on the bathroom counter. I smirked as my mind flashed back to Kane putting me up there and fucking me like a stallion.

If I kept him around, I might never have to wear blush again!