Pablo continues with Learning to Love Again.
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Learning to Love Again
Continuing from where Pablo left off last week. The party ends with the gang all headed to Whispers to continue the celebration. Paul wedges between Glenn and Billie at the bar when they order drinks.
Billie simply nodded his head in agreement, irked with Paul’s domination, realizing Paul was scheming an agenda with Glenn. He wasn’t allowing Billie to advance the brief interaction they had at the party.
After a lull, Glenn apologized. “It has been fun, but I have to work tomorrow. You know how retail is. Have to work on Sundays and holidays.”
Subdued moods settled with Paul and Billie after Glenn departed.
“I guess the party’s over.” Billie was disappointed.
“But it was fun.” Paul sipped his beer.
“Should we go? It’s late.”
“Yeah. Most everyone else has left.” The crowd had dwindled to a few patrons; it was close to one thirty in the morning.
The next morning Paul broke the regular routine, picking Billie up, later, at seven. Both were tired and hung over. At Whispers, they had coffee with George and Dave but soon ordered half a pitcher of Budweiser, moving down to the other end of the bar near the door.
Not long after they had started drinking beer, Billie glanced at the front door as it opened. Glenn strutted in and sat next to Billie.
“I thought you had to work today?” A faint sparkle twinkled in Billie’s bloodshot eyes.
“I called in sick.” Glenn smiled. “A mental health day.” He ordered a bloody Mary.
“Did you have a good time yesterday?” Billie’s hand shook nervously, as he lit a cigarette.
“Yes, it was fun.”
Glenn was about to pay for his drink, when Paul shoved a twenty toward the bartender. “I’ll buy that.”
“Thanks.” Glenn acknowledged Paul’s gesture, smiling
“You were the hit of the party.” Paul was already attempting to claim bragging rights for Glenn. Glenn’s calm composure and handsome appearance showed no signs of a bedraggled hangover. “When people left here for the party yesterday, they all wanted to know why you weren’t invited. I’m glad Dave invited you.”
”I’m flattered; it must be ‘the new guy in town syndrome’. Since George and I have known each other for years, Dave managed to pry my phone number from him. Dave called and invited me to the birthday party. I thought it would be fun to surprise him. And it was.”
“I’m glad you came,” Billie said.
“I am too,” Glenn reciprocated, smiling. He nudged his thigh against Billie’s.
Billie blushed, feeling his dick pulsate a few throbs between his legs.
“George and I are on the phone talking to each other for hours every day.” Glenn laughed. “We’re worse than women. I should go say hi to him. Excuse me for a minute.” He walked to the other end of the bar.
Billie’s thoughts drifted. Besides being absolutely gorgeous, he has a good sense of humor. I have to get him alone, away from Paul. But how? When he rubbed his thigh against mine, a wave of scintillating goose-bumps spread all over me. I don’t know how I will handle it if he does it again.
Glenn came back and sat next to Billie, his cocktail more than half gone. His thigh rubbed against Billie’s once again.
“Would you like another Bloody Mary?” Billie anxiously waited for his reply. His heart beat loudly, hoping he wasn’t being too forward.
“No, one of these is all I can manage. Maybe we could get together sometime, meet for lunch.” Glenn caught Billie off guard.