Anticipation: Part 1 Pretext: I know you all love my graphi..

Anticipation: Part 1

Pretext: I know you all love my graphically sexual stories *however,* I really thought you might find this one quite hot too, even though there is actually no sex in it. *Just a lot of build up.* And also posting stories will help until I’m able to afford a phone I can do videos on (😭)

SO, I had played a gig, and a lot of my friends had come to watch it. One thing to know about my general group of friends is that every single one of them is either gay, bi, lesbian, or trans. Except for C, C is a straight, cisgender *(that is to say ‘not trans’)* man. We all love him, he’s a great ally, so we keep him around. *(Also he’s like the only friend that will actually drink beer with me).*

We decide to have a drink at the pub afterwards, losing a few friends to the temptation driven world of *a night out* (I was far too tired to go on a night out). It ended up being just myself, my fiancé, and C at the pub.

One other thing to know about my general group of friends is that we all love to flirt quite hard with each other pretty much constantly because it’s fun. *Personally* I had never done so with C, because I both did not want to make him feel awkward and I also didn’t want to accidentally uncover a spot of unchecked transphobia (“oh I could never sleep with a *tr__ny* haha” - a former friend). But last night? I don’t know. It might have been the fact I had spent a week around hundreds of porn stars - a lot of whom were lovely, but there were a few who (I will not be mentioning names) seemed to revel in making small fish like myself feel even smaller: unfortunately not all women support other women.

BACK TO THE STORY STEPH YOU’RE ON A TANGENT! *yes sorry, sorry* where was I?

Ah, flirting. I do not know how it started, but just after we had bought our first drinks at the pub (well, just after C had bought our drinks 🥰) they called last orders. So we turned to C and asked if he fancied one or two more at ours as it was only around the corner *and we always have a decent selection of drinks* 💅

One or two more.

1 or 2 more.

One (1). Or. Two (2). More.

*Oh we had so many.*

Thanks for reading part 1 of this sexless and potentially boring story (but I think it’s hot so I’m telling it to you, and trust me, part 2 is hotter, and it’s coming tomorrow)

(And yes, the picture is entirely unrelated, I simply could not take any yesterday due to my aforementioned phone troubles 😶)