Chapter 2 of Girls Next Door
The scene was calm for a while. It was wintertime. Kartia frequently entered and left the garage on weekdays. Peter was aware of this as the garage door made noise while opening and closing. Lucinda went back to her usual club-hopping. Lorena (mom) kept her distance. However, Hugo caused some trouble. He was scaling Peter's rooftop.
Saturday morning, while Peter hung clothes on the indoor washing line in the garage, the door opened. This startled Peter as Kartia usually spent weekends with mom. Here she was, wearing a light brown leather jacket, white sweatshirt, and denim jeans. Kartia usually had her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, but today it was loose.
"Good morning Peter," she greeted as she stepped into the garage.
"Good morning, Kartia."
"Lucinda has been harassing me recently," Kartia complained. "She believes I'm still a virgin. She's pushing her sex life way too hard. Even shared how much she loves anal sex, said it was magnificent. Is anal any good?"
Peter chimed in, "Kartia, it's best if you discuss such matters with your mother."
"Why would I? What would mom know about anal? She still thinks I'm a virgin!"
"You're a stunning young lady. Why not seek a boyfriend and investigate? Has Lucinda made you uncomfortable?"
"I'm yet to find a boy I find interesting," Kartia mentioned while laughing.
"Have you ever had sex?" asked Peter.
Kartia smacked him on the arm, "You were a mistake."
"Yes, vaginal sex is far superior than that."
Kartia confided, "The boys I meet are too immature and Lucinda wants the mature ones."
"Hopefully, you're appreciating the vehicle."
Kartia remarked, "Most enjoyable when I first drove it; seemed more thrilling."
"A flat tire! I've stopped to check." Peter said, looking at the spare tire in the booth.
Kartia stepped back, "From now on, I'll help you with the laundry." They worked together happily. While changing the tire, Peter suggested they take the flat to Tyre World nearby, as they had fixed his flats in the past.
"I've heard he's creepy," Kartia whined, "Would you accompany me? This won't take long."
"Maybe you're right. We'll be seen as a couple," Peter joked.
Kartia giggled, "Thank you, Daddy!" and wrapped her arms around him for a kiss. Peter was surprised and allowed the kiss to continue. Kartia hadn't ended the kiss, so he gave in and responded. Their kiss became more passionate. Kartia pressed herself against him, her nipples were becoming more sensitive and tingling. Peter's hands touched Kartia's breasts through her jacket.
"Mmm..." Kartia moaned and they broke their kiss. "Sorry about that," Kartia said, stepping back.
"Your sweatshirt has my handprints on your breasts," Peter exclaimed.
"Worse than dirty, it's your sweatshirt," Kartia said, frustrated.
"Let's get your shirt off. I'll wash it. You can pick it up after it's dry."
Kartia's face turned red, "I'd rather do this after I drop off the flat tyre."
Kartia drove them to the tyre repair shop, her mood soured. Upon arrival, she parked the car and opened the booth.
"I'll take care of this," Peter said, walking towards the repair shop to change the flat tire.
"Nah, she desperately needs a man. I think she checks our surveillance tapes every day to see what you're up to. She's probably checking you out." Peter said with a chuckle as they prepared to leave.
"In your dreams," Kartia scoffed.
When they reached the garage, Kartia took off her top and handed it to Peter. She was wearing a white t-shirt bra underneath.
"Just hang it up on the washing line and I'll grab it when it's dry. Mom will be watching us soon, so I should fasten my jacket when I return home."
When Kartia went home, two of Lucinda's friends were there.
"Hi Kartia. Were you visiting next door?" One of them asked.
"I had a flat tire and Peter accompanied me to the repair shop."
"He's so hot, but he's too old for you." She mocked.
Kartia shrugged.
"We're going to see a band at the Corner Hotel. Peter goes there often. Maybe we'll run into him," Lucinda suggested to her friends.
Peter indeed went to see the band that night. The Corner Hotel is just a stone's throw away, it's just across the road. He bought a beer and found a nice spot close to the stage from where he could see and hear the band properly. He had planned to have a peaceful night, but was interrupted when Lucinda and her friends arrived.
They were dressed in their typical rock-chic outfits. They bought themselves a round of bourbon and cola drinks and stood in front of the stage, on the side. It didn't take long before one of them, Irina, had to go to the toilet. On her return, she passed by Peter and acknowledged him with a smile and a nod. He returned the gesture, not sure if she recognized him.
She stopped and asked, "Are you Lucinda's next door neighbor?"
"Yes, when we're referring to the same Lucinda."
"We're up front. Why don't you join us?"
"Sure," Peter replied, following her lead.
At the sight of Peter, Lucinda's face lit up. She gave him a warm embrace and said, "Hi! I'm so thrilled you're here."
"Hi! Nice to meet you." They introduced themselves as Irina and Milana.
Peter assessed each of them. Lucinda wore black skinny jeans with a white tank top. Irina was a brunette with a maroon-colored T-shirt and a grey miniskirt. Milana was a blonde wearing a white T-shirt, denim cutoff jeans, and a red jacket.
"Do you also enjoy this band?" Lucinda inquired.
"I've never heard them play. I occasionally wander in here to see what they're performing. Unfortunately, I no longer attend shows as often as I did when I was younger."
"Rubbish! You're still young. Why not revel in it?"
"You're so kind, Lucinda."
Peter noticed Irina had turned to face the stage, but her attention kept returning to him. He exchanged smiles with her.
Irina was a tall woman, wearing heels; she was taller than Peter. She appeared athletic with toned thighs and a curvy booty. Big hips completed her athletic figure.
Milana was the most beautiful among them. She had a baby face, long brown hair, and big grey eyes. She had a soft, round face with pouty lips that could easily wrap around someone's finger.
At the end of the first set, Peter asked, "I have to go get a drink. Would you gals like another round?"
"Yes, please. Give us three bourbon and coke." replied Lucinda.
"I'll help you carry these drinks," Irina volunteered.
"Thanks." Peter said, waiting for her to walk alongside him.
"Are you enjoying the performance?"
"Yes. The band's visuals are great. It's entertaining to be a part of the audience."
The bar was packed with people ordering drinks.
"It's a good thing you're with me. This crowd will make it challenging to carry four drinks without spilling them." Peter commented as they worked their way through the throng of people.
After Irina got her drinks, Peter handed Lucinda one and Irina gave Milana her drink.
"Thanks for the drinks. We'll reimburse you later," Lucinda said, sipping her drink.
The crowd parted and they could see their table affixed in the distance. He handed two drinks to Irina and carried the other two.
Irina thanked him before handing him the drinks intended for Lucinda and Milana.
"Here you go."
Maturity brings a new perspective on the opposite sex. Peter found the two women dressed in front of him irresistible. He loved the way they looked and smelled.
Irina was tall, easily his height when wearing heels. She appeared athletic, the curves of her body toned and shapely.
Milana, on the other hand, was incredibly beautiful. She had a young face with honey-blonde hair and large, curious eyes. A soft round face was offered by her, the plump lips inviting them to be kissed.
Peter had downed half a beer when he noticed his companions were done with theirs and the break was still on for the band. He drained the rest of his drink quickly then asked if they'd fancy another. Of course they would. He walked over and collected the glasses from the girls while Irina tagged along again.
This time, there wasn't a crowd at the bar. Peter queued up for his turn, waiting to place their orders.
Irina clung to him from behind, placing her arms on his waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder and told him, "I'm enjoying this cozy feeling. I'd had a couple before coming here and I'm feeling merry."
Peter swiveled his head to speak to her. They were so close they almost kissed.
"It's nice to see you cheery," he said.
Irina delved further with her actions, stirring her arms around his chest. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she positioned her gash against his butt. She rubbed her pelvis against it seductively.
Peter thoroughly enjoyed how touchy-feely she was. He relished the sensation of having this nymphet so close to him.
"Mmmm..." she moaned sexily.
Her lithe frame felt amazing in his arms.The bartender took a little less time than preferred to serve a round.
Peter pulled out the drinks and passed two to Irina. He was swaying a little as he carried the other two.
Irina offered the drink to Lucinda before strolling away.
Peter handed one drink to Milana and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks, Peter. I've been craving this drink! That's two drinks I owe you," Milana said with a warm smile.
"Don't fret," Peter said, patting her on the shoulder.
Irina drank leisurely from her beverage and watched Peter over her shoulder.
Peter lingered at the wall, sipping his beer. "She's quite a tease," he mumbled to himself.
At the end of the first song, Irina glanced at Peter and walked over. "Would you like to join me up front?" she invited.
Peter stood in place, not sure what to think.
Irina pulled his hand and led him to the stage's front. She wrapped her arms around his body again, the way she did at the bar. Her head rested on his shoulder, her hands gently massaging his chest. Her fingers descended to his belly. Her other hand massaged his chest.
Peter basked in her touch. Her boobs pushed against his back, her hands roaming over his chest. Her breath heated up his ear, her hand moving lower and lower. She reached the point where his 'cute puppy' couldn't fit inside his pants.
"Why didn't you follow me to the stage before?" she questioned coyly. "Nah, forget it. Come with me," she instructed, pulling Peter's hand and leading him to the back of the room. It was mainly empty and dark with everyone focused at the front.
Irina pressed Peter against the back wall. She attacked him with a passionate kiss, her lips devouring his. She wasn't skilled; she was just frantically licking and sucking on his face. He turned his head, leading her to his mouth instead. He caressed her tits through her clothes. Her nipples got hard and jutted out. He squeezed and pinched them.
She detached from the kiss and turned to the side. Her breathes were shallow and rapid.
She lowered her hand to Peter's crotch and felt for the zipper. She unzipped him, pulling out his semi-erect cock. She spat on it and took it in hand. She watched him expand as she squeezed his shaft.
Peter tugged her face to his for a kiss. She didn't reciprocate. He just licked her lips anyway and slid his hand under her skirt. She shifted towards him, giving access to her nether regions. Peter slid his fingers over her panty-covered pussy. He could feel her heat and dampness. He rubbed her with rounded motions.
Irina moaned and kissed him enthusiastically. "You wanna have sex fast?" she murmured.
"Yeah," he replied.
She instantly rocked forward, rubbing his growing cock against her sex.
Their encounter was happening rather fast. Peter rushed his thrusts and came prematurely, missing the mark. She inhaled and eased back slowly. She guided him back to her slippery opening. His penis head pressed into her vaginal canal. There was a satisfying squelching sound as it slid into her. [Irina and Peter took a quickie over at a corner, kissing passionately, fingerbanging her and him jacking off till he came in her. She called it a quickie because it was over so fast and intimate. She then asked for another round, so he's obliged to give it to her and they went for a second one.]
They let go of her panties and held his face in her hands. She licked his lips.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His tongue played with hers, as his cock slowly slid into her. He moved slowly at first. His cock was only halfway in. He raised onto his toes to gain more depth, but couldn't fully sink it in.
To accommodate more cock, Irina spread her legs wider and pushed her hips forward. She lowered her vagina, making it easier to penetrate.
Peter placed his hands on her hips and pushed in. The head of his cock touched her clitoris. He grinded his cock against her.
Irina moved her hips to massage his cock with her vagina. She sighed as she adjusted to the feeling of being filled. Her rhythm increased with speed.
Peter followed suit. This wasn't a slow fuck. This was fast and passionate. He pumped her hard and fast. He pressed her body closer, raised onto his toes, and drove his cock into her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. Her body tensed. She encircled his calf with her right leg. Her pussy squeezed his cock as she groaned.
Sensing her orgasm, he pumped frantically, his body going rigid. His cock, now fully erect, pumped his semen into her. He wanted to fill her with as much cum as possible. His stored sperm flooded her vaginal canal and started to leak out when he withdrew his limp member.
She gave him a kiss. Irina readjusted her panties and skirt. The remainder of the semen had collected underneath her panties to shield them from becoming soiled.
They didn't say a word. It was as if nothing had happened.
When they returned inside, they resumed their previous positions. The blaring music and the dancing continued.
When the band had finished their set, most of the patrons left. The bar was about to close, so they decided to continue the night.
"I'm just going to go back home and relax," Lucinda said.
"But what about us?" Milana pouted.
"I'm not the all-night party type," Lucinda replied.
"But we could have so much fun without you," Irina chimed in.
"Then go ahead. Enjoy yourselves without me," she said.
They walked away, leaving her behind.
It was quiet for several months until the summer. On a Saturday morning, Peter's doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" Peter asked himself before opening the door.
It was Milana. She didn't look dressed up. She wore jeans, a white pullover, and no makeup. Nonetheless, she still looked attractive.
"Hi Peter," she said. "I hope you're not interrupting you."
"I'm not. I was just about to head out. What can I do for you?"
"I've got a spare Taylor Swift ticket for tonight. Would you like to join me?"
"I'd love to. How did you get a spare ticket?"
"All my friends already have tickets. This was originally my ex-boyfriend's ticket, but we broke up this week."
"Are you okay with that?"
"Going to the concert with you makes up for it!"
"What should I owe you for the ticket?"
"Don't worry about it. I got it for nothing." She handed him the ticket and walked away.
"Hey, Milana, do you need a ride? Should I pick you up when we're leaving?" Peter called out.
Milana walked back. "We're going with Lucinda and Irina. We'll be meeting at the stadium at 5 pm. I'll pick you up when we're done."
"Okay then," Peter agreed.
As they walked around the apartment complex, they encountered Lucinda and Irina with a pair of young men.
"Here's my date," Milana announced.
"Peter!" Lucinda greeted, "Are you coming with us?"
"Yes. I'm going on a date with Milana."
"Why didn't you tell us earlier, Milana?" Irina curiously asked.
"I like to keep some things to myself. Now that it's out in the open, all three of us can have our own intimate moments tonight."
"Indeed." Lucinda chuckled. "Here's my boyfriend, Harry. This is your neighbor, Peter. Irina, this is hers," she said, pointing to her boyfriend, Will.
There were many people at the stadium. Upon entering, they split up to find their seats. Lucinda and Irina went towards the front stage, while Milana walked with Peter towards the stadium walkway for the bleacher seats.
"I apologize for not telling you before. The tickets were a gift from my ex-boyfriend," Milana said. "We're going to be on the top deck, watching Taylor Swift on the jumbotron."
"It's fine," Peter replied. "I've watched football from up there before. We'll be okay with it. We'll be closer to the stars."
Later that evening, they rejoined their respective company at the stadium. The party continued late into the night.
When the band finished their show, most of the patrons had left. They decided to continue partying.
"I'm going back home to chill out," Lucinda stated.
"Why?" Milana asked, sounding disappointed.
"I'm not the late-night party type. Your other friends will enjoy themselves more without me."
"But we could have so much fun without you," Irina pleaded.
"You two go ahead. Our neighbors will have a great time without me."
The girls left, and Peter was left behind, a bit melancholy.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a warm hug.
"Let's grab some food and drinks before making our way to our seats," Peter proposed.
They made their way to their row, carrying hotdogs, chips, and beers. These were corner seats in the last row - fortunately, they were on the aisle.
The stadium was still filling up when they sat down. Milana chose the aisle seat. They enjoyed their meal and beverages, chatting and laughing, when the people occupying the seats next to them arrived. Three ladies in their thirties, wearing Swiftie attire, including a stunning one in a miniskirt - and she wasn't shy about showing off her legs.
By the time the opening act finished, they'd polished off their food and drinks.
"Let's head to the bar for a beer," Milana proposed.
"A good idea," Peter agreed.
Leaving their seats, the women followed them to the bar. The stunning one flirtatiously approached Peter and said, "You must be an amazing father to take your beautiful daughter to this show."
"Actually, he's not my father - he's my date," Milana corrected her.
"My apologies, you just look so young and innocent," she said. "But you do look beautiful, Milana."
"Thank you," Milana responded gracefully.
Peter remembered Kartia scolding him for pretending to be her boyfriend, and now he could honestly say they were on a date. He took the opportunity to pay her a compliment.
"Yes, you do look very beautiful, Milana," Peter told her, smiling.
Milana beamed back at him. They bought beers and returned to their seats. Just then, Milana spilled beer on her seat. They couldn't wipe it away completely.
"I can't sit on such a wet seat," Milana complained.
"Here, you can sit in my seat and I'll stand."
"No, I insist on sitting on your lap," Milana was determined.
Milana sat on Peter's lap, leaving a trail of beer on his lap.
"How did you manage to get your ex to give you the tickets he bought?" Peter asked to keep the conversation flowing.
"I promised to let him put it in my ass if he bought me Taylor Swift tickets," Milana revealed.
"Wow, you girls seem to be much more sexually experienced than I was at your age."
"I'm not as young as I appear. I'm 22, Irina is 21, and Lucinda is 20," she explained.
Lara and her friends returned with their own beers. This time, the flirtatious one came closer to Peter and said, "Your date looks satisfied, but her seat must be chafing me, not being able to fit my ass on it by now." She was leaning forward to show some cleavage.
"Hi, Lara," Peter greeted politely. He was feeling the attraction to this attractive woman.
"You're the one she's been stroking my butt with," she added. "If you're ever free, give me a call. I'd love to have a chat with you." She scribbled her phone number on her ticket and handed it to him.
When Milana came back, she had brought beers for both of them. She handed one to Peter and noticed the flirtatious Lara standing close to him.
"Happened to do anything interesting while I was gone?"
"Nothing of note," he responded.
They sipped their beers and danced while the music played. When the beer was gone, they sat down to rest. The quiet part of the show had begun.
There's an art to sitting on someone's lap. The platonic way is to avoid sitting on their genitals. Milana chose the opposite. She sat down on Peter's lap, paying careful attention to sit on his cock. Naturally, she raised her skirt to do so, leaving only her underwear between her bottom and his crotch.
Peter inhaled sharply when she did that. Not only was she sitting on his cock, but she also played coy and rubbed her butt on it.
Excited, Peter said, "Lara is hot for you."
"Is she now?" she responded teasingly. "She likes your clothes, doesn't she?"
"She seems to think so."
Standing in front of Peter, she straddled him. It felt as if they were on an actual date. The music played, and they shared a moment during the quiet part of the show.
Milana cherished the spot her behind was perched on. She discerned the contours of Peter's penis through his jeans. It felt soft and level. She playfully nuzzled her bottom against his crotch until it became more defined. It transformed into a bump but was warm. It was a slow melody. She grooved her hips slowly, romantically.
Peter's blood was coursing rapidly. He felt ashamed. He glanced sideways to see if anyone was observing. The beauty beside him was nodding. He placed his hands on Milana's hips. The sensation of her hips grooving in his grip sent a chill down his spine. He adjusted their positions to enable a better fit between his growing member and her shifting butt crack.
She sensed his penis getting stiffer and harder. She increased the tempo of her hip motion. His penis felt toasty the more it snuggled into her butt cleft. Her arms were in the air, swaying with the music. Her thoughts had wandered into the Taylor Swift concert, while her body was aligned with Peter's penis.
Peter was oblivious to the concert. His world was concentrated on the individual sitting on top of him and pressing onto his rock-hard penis. Her supple derriere felt great. Her gyrations were hitting the mark. They were intensifying. Peter's penis was firm and yearning to be free of his jeans.
As Milana became increasingly aroused, her hip movements grew more explicit. Cock in butt cleft was not corroborating with the hot-blooded Milana. She arched her back and rubbed her pussy folds on his penis.
Peter was engulfed by an intense heat from her pussy. He placed his left hand on her back and pushed her forward onto his thighs. He clutched her there while he unzipped his trousers and freed his penis. He encountered the chilly night air on his penis, until Milana pushed herself back onto his unveiled penis. The warm puff from her butt crack was enough to activate ejaculation.
Milana sensed the exposed penis against her bottom. She arched her back and rubbed her pussy folds on the hard penis. Her underwear started to ascend and descend on her buttocks. She pressed down harder, the penis head nestled in deeper in her butt cleft. With a grin, she pushed down while pushing back, causing her underwear to slide off her buttock and onto her thighs. She felt the hot silky tip of the penis head in her butt cleft. She carried out a few hip movements until the tip was at her pussy folds.
Heat emanating from Milana's sex hole touched Peter's penis head. He lifted his penis for more heat, it poked out from beneath her underwear. His stiff shaft was now jammed in her butt cleft. His precum lubricated it for the steamy climate.
Unperturbed, Milana spread her legs and sat astride his penis. She closed her eyes and searched for the penis tip with her pussy hole. She caught the precum-coated penis head and slowly pressed her pelvis forward, until she attained initial penetration.
Peter felt her moist heat. He did not move. He could feel her body adapt. His penis slid in gradually as she upheld the pressure. He slid his left hand under her dress and searched for her clitoris. He didn't want his actions to be apparent to Lana to his right.
Intent on attaining penetration, Milana thrust half of Peter's penis inside her. It was sufficient for her to start humping. The Taylor Swift concert became more thrilling. An up-tempo song came on and Milana began bouncing on Peter's dick in reverse cowgirl position. She unexpectedly ceased and rubbed her pussy against his mouth. To her surprise, she had a trickle of ejaculate. It unnerved her; she had never squirted before.
"Sorry," she said as she turned and gazed at Peter, who also seemed astonished. She halted her movements and looked around. She felt shame.
Peter had never before had a mate squirt. He felt her warm fluid course down his shaft and over his testicles. He wanted her to continue. He decided to embrace her. He commenced pumping her wet pussy. He was convinced the stadium would hear their slurping fuck if the music ceased.
Milana commenced rubbing her sensitive nipples and breasts. She encouraged Peter's left hand back to her clitoris. He's not left-handed but tried his best. He rubbed and stimulated her clitoris as well as he could with his left hand. Then, another trickle of ejaculate gushed out of her pussy. His hand was wet, he wiped it on her mound and continued to massage her clitoris.
The music stopped and the stadium plunged into darkness.
Peter embraced her with his arms, bringing her close to him. Gazing at her adorable face made him want to cup her head and draw her in for a passionate kiss. Her rosy, chubby baby lips were perfect for fun activities like kissing or pleasuring a penis. Regrettably, he couldn't enjoy those options at this moment.
Milana was a skilled kisser. She didn't exhibit excessive sloppiness or complexity. Her tongue danced in his mouth, drawing him deeper into her kiss. There was no drool or excessive spit. When she disengaged from the kiss, she checked the area. The beautiful blonde smiled at him and guided his erection back to her vagina. She slowed down and gently pushed up, enabling her vaginal muscles to get adjusted around the penis. Then Milana began to bob.
Peter's face pressed against Milana's firm breasts. Her rigid nipples were visible through her top. He nibbled and licked one while his right hand squeezed and caressed the other. He rubbed the edge of her frilly white top and pulled it down. She was not wearing a bra.
Milana didn't have large breasts, but she had enormous dark nipples. Peter swiped her nipples with his tongue. Her breasts heaved rapidly. She rubbed her chin against his head as he kissed and sucked her delicate nipples. She could feel her clitoris rubbing against Peter's thigh. She pushed her hips against his crotch, his erection was deep inside her. She licked her lips. She longed to kiss her handsome lover. She raised her hand to his chin and tipped his face towards hers. She attempted to kiss him, but couldn't reach his lips in that posture.
Peter extended his tongue and lifted his head toward her lips. Their genitals were in an excellent position to allow them to experience physical pleasure without interruption. Milana leaned down and pursed her lips. She generated a thread of slime and dragged it to Peter's mouth. He collected it and moved it to her right nipple. He caressed it with his mouth.
Milana's vagina canal convulsed and clenched around his penis.
The head of Peter's penis tingled. He grasped her and maintained an iron grip on her. His body tensed and he attempted to straighten his legs - this caused his torso to rise, his dick thrust upwards, stimulating Milana.
"Ahhh..." Milana moaned as she felt the first orgasmic wave. She was lifted off her feet. She arched her back and tightened her grip on his waist. Her vagina secreted a lot of semen. She sank into the sea of cum. She grinded her pussy against him, his penis penetrated her deeper. Another orgasm washed over her. She grunted and emitted fluid from her vagina.
Peter closed his eyes as he emptied his sacs. His legs trembled and he attempted to remain standing, but failed. His penis softened and ejaculate dripped out onto him. Milana ceased her movement.
The song concluded. The stadium erupted in applause. Peter lifted Milana back onto the floor. His semi-erect cock was being coated with semen.
Milana raised her hips and his cock slipped out. She pulled her panties up and restored her dress as she stood up.
Peter pulled her top up, covering her breasts. He smiled at her, then kissed her softly.
"I'll go clean up. I apologize, I messed up your pants," Milana said.
"Yes, I'll come with you to clean up," Peter agreed.
They cleaned up and resumed their seats, acting as though they were a pair. When the performance ended, Milana clasped Peter's hand as they descended the stairs to meet up with Lucinda and Irina. Peter felt silly strolling side by side with a girl who resembled a teen and was young enough to be his daughter. Some people gave them strange stares.
"The two of you appear to have truly enjoyed the show," Lucinda remarked in a teasing tone.
"Yes, we did," Milana answered casually.
"Peter, your pants are soaked. What happened?" Lucinda questioned.
"I spilled beer on them."
"We spilled a lot of beer," Milana verified.
"Let's go to a bar and grab a drink before we head home," Irina suggested.
"Let's go with you," Milana urged Peter.
"That sounds like a plan. The night is still young," Peter said.
Upon arriving at the bar, they encountered a local sports star. He greeted Milana with a kiss when he spotted her. She released Peter's hand and mingled with the sports star briskly.
Peter shook his head and chuckled. Irina led him aside.
"He was her former lover. You're better than him," Irina said with a smirk.
"I guess she wasn't over him," Peter joked.
