There was a general laugh at my expense over what I figured was a joke they had pulled more than once. To cover my embarrassment at being caught like that, I took another drink of my beer. The flavor seemed different this time, a little less bitter. I smacked my lips and wondered if I liked the flavor or not. There wasn't much to say for it, but it seemed to grow on me. I drank some more, and JT obligingly topped off my glass.
While I watched the amber liquid pour, I began to feel more relaxed. There was a soft buzz in my ears and the noise level in the restaurant seemed to drop off. At the same time, I started to feel a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach and a tingling in my pussy and my breasts. I thought the beer must be affecting me. The sensations seemed mild and harmless, so I took another drink. This time everyone joined me.
When they put their glasses down, they were all empty but for mine, so I picked it up again and finished it off, too.
"That's the ticket!" Dave said.
"Yeah," Gator said, "we appreciate a girl who can keep up with us. TJ! Where's your manners? Sam's glass is empty!"
TJ filled me up again and waved to the waitress for a fresh pitcher. Beer refills seemed to have priority in the 6440, because it arrived very quickly. Beer drinkers also seemed to be on a pay-as-you-go basis, too. I thought that was probably a wise policy, since otherwise there might be drunken disagreements over how many refills you had had.
While we were drinking, both Dave's and Gator's hands wandered further up my thighs. They had my legs pulled apart, my knees pressed against theirs and they were moving their fingers around. I felt sorry for TJ, it looked like he wound up on the wrong side of the table tonight.
"I hope you won't take this the wrong way," Dave said earnestly, "But you have a hell of a nice rack there."
"A what?" I said, innocently.
"These things here," Dave said, stroking my exposed flesh with his left hand.
"Why, thank you!" I said, giggling. "I'm happy you like them."
"You know, Gator here has a rare talent, TJ said. "He can guess your size, just from one feel." Gator nodded and smiled at me.
"Really?" I said. "I bet you can't." I pulled my shoulders back and pushed my chest out, turning halfway toward Gator to give him an opportunity to prove his claim.
Gator slid his right hand into the top of my dress and cupped my left breast with it. He spread his fingers wide and tried to get as big a feel of me as he could. He squeezed gently and hefted my breast while he thought it over.
"Gee," he said, "I dunno. I never felt any this big before. This is gonna be hard."
"My nipples are what's going to be hard," I said. "If you don't hurry up."
Of course, Gator had to check that out for himself. He slid his hand out to the end of my breast and felt my nipple.
"Oh, it's getting hard, OK," he said, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Damn, guys. Her nipples are big too!"
"That's enough," I said, turning so Gator's hand slipped out of my dress. "Maybe Dave can guess." I turned toward Dave to give him the same chance as his friend.
I looked Dave right in the eye as he put his hand on my breast. When he squeezed, I moaned and pressed my breast into his hand. He felt me for a bit, and then rolled my nipple between his fingers. "I can't tell," he said.
"Take a guess," I said, huskily.
"F?" Dave said, "Double-F?"
"Pooh!" I said. "You guys are frauds. I'm a double-H for your information." A sly smile came to my face as I said, "I bet you can't guess what color panties I have on, either."
"Oh, now how would we be able to..." Dave said, sliding his hand the last couple of inches up my thigh and running his fingers against my hot pussy. He felt around like he kept expecting to find my underwear someplace, but I wasn't wearing any, as usual.
"Took you long enough," I said, squirming my butt around invitingly.
Dave took the hint and slid a finger into my slit. I leaned back in the booth and let him feel around. Shortly, Gator caught on and got in on the action. With both their hands groping me and fingering me, my pussy was very quickly steaming.
I spread my legs as far apart as I could and hooked my knees over the legs of my two fondlers. I scooted my butt forward on the bench and tilted my hips to give them even more access to me.
My eagerness was rewarded when Gator pushed two fingers roughly inside me and Dave found my clit. I grinned and said, "Still can't guess what color they are? Maybe you need a clue?"
Neither Dave or Gator seemed inclined to guess, so I asked JT, "Can you guess, TJ? Can you guess what your friends are doing to me right now?"
I gasped as Gator curled a finger around and touched my g-spot. Dave pressed on my swollen clit and my eyes rolled briefly back in my head, as the sensation swept over me.
TJ leaned over and peeked under the table. He was under there so long I kicked him to get him to sit up again.
"Don't be obvious, TJ," I continued in a conversational tone to disguise what was going on. "Watch my face. It's much more interesting to watch a girl's face when she cums. Oh! OH, Yes! Gator! Right there. Rub me right there. That's right. Aaaaaaaaahhh. TJ, Gator has found my g-spot and he's massaging it for me. Guys don't have anything like this, so they have no idea how good this feels."
I put my head back against the wooden seatback and closed my eyes to savor the experience of being manhandled in public by two complete strangers. If was fantastically decadent. I probably would have let them do it to me, even without all the beer and whatever they had slipped into that first drink. I was pretty sure it was Rohypnol or some other date-rape drug. They had no way of knowing that my metabolism was so accelerated trying to repair the damage to my hand that I had burned it up in the first minute. The alcohol lasted only a few seconds before the buzz wore off. It occurred to me that I was probably immune to a lot of poisons. As long as I could recognize what was happening in time, I could deal with it before it did me any harm.
"Mmmmmmmm. Yes. TJ, Dave has his hand right on my clit and he's pulling on it. I'm so sensitive there that I can feel his fingerprints with my clit. When he touches me it just drives me wild. Ooohhhhhhhh! Damn. That feels sooo goooood. I think these two have done this before. Hunh? Is this what you guys do for fun on Fridays? Finger-fuck girls until they scream for mercy?"
When I opened my eyes to look at TJ, I saw three heads looking back. At first, I thought it was the alcohol, but then I realized that the party in the next booth had heard my play-by-play and had turned around to watch. One of the heads belonged to a girl. She and her boyfriend were probably out on a date and had come to the 6440 looking for a good time. I decided to try to show them what one looked like.
"God, I'm so hot! You guys really know how to handle a girl. I'm so turned on I could almost let you fuck me right here on the table. Would you like that? Would we get in trouble if you stripped me naked and took turns fucking me right here on the table with me screaming for your hard cocks?
"Ohhhhhhh! That feels good. C'mon Gator, see if you can get another finger in me. Stretch my pussy out with your big fingers. Yes, like that. Come on, push it in me. You're making me feel so good. I'm on fire!"
I put my hands into the sides of my halter and started squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples. I let my mouth hang open and licked my lips while I stared into the eyes of TJ, the guy behind him and the girl.
The girl looked like she was getting more turned on by my lewd display than either TJ or her boyfriend. When I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, I saw hers peeking out between her lips, too. I would have bet anything that she had her hand down her shorts and was playing with herself while she watched me.