Reasons Not To Drink

Richie's big toe rubbed the inside of Abby's slick pussy when he saw Tina returning to their table. He pulled it back suddenly, and Abby threw him a glare of disdain. She squirmed in angst.

"Tina," he croaked, sitting up straight in his chair. Abby turned, caught the sight of Tina walking back towards them, and flashed her niece a bright smile. She straightened her panties. Richie kept his face down as slipped on his sock under the table and pried his foot back into his shoe.

"What happened?" Abby said to Tina as Tina sat down and scooted in her chair. Tina's eyebrows raised, and she wore a look of confusion for a moment. Then realization hit her.

"Oh, with my roommate? Nothing. You know how Ashley can be. She'd lost her purse with all her credit cards, ya know? And I had to like verbally walk her through the apartment, helpin' her find it."

"You look a little flushed," Abby said, swooping a bite of salad into her mouth with her fork. Tina narrowed her eyes, wondering how much her aunt might have figured out. Probably not much. Tina had ever considered her aunt to be the sharpest knife in the drawer... just the horniest.

"Well, it was an excitin' conversation. You look flushed yourself," Tina said. Abby shrugged, stabbing at a pile of lettuce.

"Storm must be making me nervous."

"The whole world's getting pissed on today," Richie chimed in and finished off his beer. Tina and Abby both turned to look at him. He focused on the windows; he wasn't sure if he could meet Tina's eyes without blushing. The rain was still coming down hard. Tina and Abby exchanged glances, and Abby shrugged.

"Reasons not to drink," she said, motioning towards Richie with her hand.