Greed God chapter 16

January 6th 2016 Ace of Clubs 11:00 PM EDT

Dinah  looked hot. She was wearing a tight leather skirt that showed off some  very plump thighs and a low cut tube top with a short blue jacket over  it. Really made those fat tits of hers pop. The blue also brought out  the color of her eyes, something I was very aware of because said eyes  were boring right into me. I've been in ice baths that were warmer than  that gaze, though honestly it kind of had the opposite effect from what  was intended I was pretty sure. Dinah was a fucking sex bomb when she  was pissed.

Still I had iron  control of my body so I just kept my face pleasant as I reached out to  shake her hand. "Hey Dinah, good to see you!" Everyone looked surprised  and I smiled at them. "Dinah and I met at the coffee shop a while ago.  She has great taste in drinking spots." Her eyes narrowed and her jaw  clenched a bit but she forced a smile onto her face as she shook my  hand. "I didn't know you were friends with-" I cut myself off before I  used the nickname and made this worse. "Barbara. Two friends I met  around tow, what are the odds."

Dinah's  tight smile was obviously unhappy, but I saw her expression twitch with  a bit of uncertainty. She and I weren't dating. She had a boyfriend.  Her being angry I had a girlfriend wasn't something she was comfortable  with. I grinned internally. I could work with that. I faked a lightbulb  moment. "Oh, hey I have the thumb drive with that program I told you  about out in the car, we can go get it if you want?" I figured a chance  to vent at me in private might help out, she looked like she wanted to  rant and bottling that stuff up was never good.

She  gave me a nod and I gave Barbie a peck on the lips. "Hey babe I'll be  right back, gotta get something out of the car for Dinah." She just gave  me a nod, clearly not having noticed anything. I was pretty sure she  knew me well enough not to think I'd pass a chance to clap some milfy  blonde cheeks so she must have really trusted Dinah. I wondered how they  knew each other, and how hard it would be to talk them into a three way  once I was dicking them both. I put the thought out of my head as I  followed Dinah out of the club, enjoying the delightful booty jiggle she  rocked in that skirt.

We  went out a side door and she stood in the alley, cold and rubbing her  arms even through her jacket, but very deliberately not looking at me.  "So. You have a girlfriend." She tried to keep her voice even but I  heard a little bit of sting in there. Dinah and I had some flirtation  going on and I made her feel wanted when her boyfriend wasn't paying  attention. Finding out perky little Barbie was bouncing on my cock made  her feel overlooked, even if I could tell she really wished that it  didn't.

I put  a hand on her arm. She tried to pull away but I held her still, turning  her gently to face me. "It's a new thing. We weren't together last time  we talked." She snorted, jerking away from me. I grinned internally.  Good. That was what I was hoping she would do. I raised an eyebrow  innocently. "Dinah did I do something wrong? You seem mad but we're just  friends right? You have a boyfriend." She flinched. "I don't understand  why you're so unhappy with me. Does it...does it bother you to see me  with Barbara?"

I  let my tone fill with confusion and a little bit of hope. I could  literally see the guilt flood her pretty blue eyes when she realized she  was leading me on and giving me false hope. She swallowed. Hard. Her  voice came out rough when she spoke. "No. Of course not. Barbara is a  lovely girl. You two look cute together. I just...I didn't think she was  your type." Left unsaid in the loudest possible way was that she  thought SHE was my type. "We should go back inside. I'm sorry I was  acting so snippy with you. I won't do it again."

She  turned to walk in and i caught her hand, pulling her back. She looked  conflicted, like she wanted to pull away but wasn't sure she could bring  herself to do it. "I think of you sometimes when I'm with her." Her  eyes widened at that, and I saw her pulse quicken against the skin of  her throat. "Barbara is a special girl, but I already have a woman I  haven't stopped thinking about." She swallowed, looking away, and I  caught her chin and turned it towards me. "But you're with someone, so  should I just wait around?"

Milf  baiting one oh one. Remind them of the age difference. I was young and  in my prime, Dinah was an older woman, she couldn't expect me to wait  around for her when she was never going to be available. I squeezed her  hand gently. "So...I think I can let it go. You're beautiful and fun to  talk to. We can just be friends. I'd like to have you in my life if  that's something you're ok with." Her shoulders slumped as she relaxed  at my confession that we could just be friends. "But I don't want to  have any regrets." She stiffened. I made my voice as uncertain as I  could. "Can I...can I kiss you just once?"

Her  heart was pounding so hard I could hear it from where I was standing a  foot or two away. She opened her mouth to respond but when she saw the  fake earnest pleading on my face she couldn't bring herself to say no.  She just stood there, frozen. I stepped in close, close enough to see  her pupils expand like she had just done a hit of coke, before I leaned  down to capture those pouty, plump, dick sucking lips. She squeaked a  bit, her eyes wide, and I pulled her against me by the hips.

She  felt fucking amazing against my body, I wanted to put my hands all over  her, but this was a long game, and if I moved to fast she would spook. I  kept the kiss slow, tentative, and I kept my hands on her hips as my  tongue slowly traced the inside of her mouth. Her hands fisted in my  shirt and she leaned in, and it was all I could do not to smile against  her mouth. She kissed me harder, and I could feel the frustration, the  loneliness, the hurt from being ignored as she made sexy little moans  against me mouth. her body molded to mine.

Then  she jerked back, eyes unfocused, and covered her mouth with her hand.  "Oh gods, that was...that was wrong. Oh no. I'm sorry Nicky. That  wasn't...we can't do that. I'm with someone, and oh gods Barb!" Her eyes  filled with guilt and I gave a sad smile. She looked horrified. "Not  that it was bad...but I shouldn't have let you do that. I'm sorry that  was stupid. I should have stopped you." She looked like she wanted to  tell me not to read too much into it, but also didn't want to come  across too slutty since she'd just been inhaling my face.

I  put my hands up placatingly. "Whoa. Dinah. I...I understand. That was  my fault. You just looked so beautiful and I didn't want to regret never  getting the chance to do that. I didn't mean to put you in a bad spot.  Let's just...let's call it a moment of temporary insanity. We've both  been stressed and we went a little crazy for a second. Just...forget  it." I made sure my tone sounded sad, and her eyes flashed with guilt,  but I put on a 'brave' smile and held out a hand. "Still friends? I  really hope I didn't mess things up."

I  had. If she was in a steady relationship she would have at the very  least ignored me for a few months. But she wasn't. Dinah was lonely and  feeling overlooked. She wanted me to have good intentions because I paid  attention to her and it made her feel special. Plus she was older and  'wiser' and she was under the impression I was a stupid kid with a big  crush. She felt like she'd taken advantage of me. She gave me a relieved  smile. "Yes! Definitely! Friends." She grabbed my hand and pulled me  forward into a hug, blushing and pulling back when she remembered the  feeling of my body against hers.

We  headed back inside after a minute of Dinah collecting herself and  fixing her makeup. She'd been wearing lipstick and our makeout session  had smeared it all over her face. She looked dazed and guilty when she  saw herself. I cleaned my own face off with the wet wipe she had in her  purse and then we headed back inside. The others hadn't even missed us,  too drunk and busy to care. Barbie gave me a reproachful glance when she  saw me, but not 'you made out with my milf friend' reproachful. More  like 'if you hit on her you're not going to cum in me for a month'  reproachful.

She  gave Dinah a smile when she came in range of the table. "Hey! You're  back. I hope Nicky didn't bother you. He's got a bit of a rough sense of  humor. He didn't say anything mean did he? You like a little shaky."  She cut her eyes at me, clearly ready to cut me off for a good long  while if Dinah said anything negative. Dinah's eyes widened and she  swallowed. With my sense it was easy to see the guilt and discomfort on  her pretty face, but she pasted on a smile and assured Barbie that I'd  been a perfect gentleman.

My  redhead gave her a suspicious look, but clearly she thought the older  blonde wouldn't lie about that so she smile in relief. "Ok good. He's a  fun guy to be around, he can just be a little much sometimes." I was  kind of offended by her making judgements about my personality based on  the ten minutes of conversation we'd ever had where I wasn't wrecking  her tight little holes, but I'd just take it out of that sweet little  bouncy ass later. She shot me an approving glance and a wink, letting me  know I was still getting my reward since I'd been being so good.

We  talked for another hour or two, and it dragged for me. Dinah stayed  literally exactly long enough to diffuse suspicion and then suddenly  'remembered' she had something to do, leaving early. I suspected it  would be a few days before I got another text, but I was pretty sure I  would. We'd already kissed. If Dinah didn't like me enough to keep in  touch then in her head that would mean she'd made out with some random  teenager behind her boyfriends back. She wouldn't want to see herself  like that, so she would go out of her way to interact as much as  possible to reassure herself we were friends.

Finally  everyone said their goodbyes. Mal shook my hand and passed me a note  asking me to get in touch with Mammon about his next treatment, and  everyone else told me it was nice to meet me. Rocky gave me a very  friendly goodbye hug with lots of body contact, but I was pretty sure  that was mostly just because she was tipsy and she was a handsy drunk.  Then I followed Barbie out the side door into the same alley and she  kicked it closed. She turned around with a grin, hiked up her dress and  bared that cute little ass at me. standing with her legs spread. She  slapped one cheek sharply and wiggled it at me. "You were so good  tonight. My friends loved you, daddy. Now come and get your prize." Gods  my life was good.