It was a hot Friday night and I was “batching” it. My son Gary was visiting his grandparents for couple weeks and I‘d decided to go out for dinner and maybe some drinks. In the back of my mind I fantasized that I’d find a pick up, but knew that I was too shy for that to be realized. My life had been a lonely one in the two years since my wife had passed away. My sexual satisfaction was now only achieved through masturbation.

I pulled into the lot of P.J O’Malleys and it was pretty crowded. Walking in I found a line and as I waited my turn I heard “Uncle George, Uncle George!” Sitting in a booth was my niece Clarissa and her two friends Annie and Alisha. I walked over to say hello and the girls invited me to sit with them. They had already ordered a plate of “poppers” and were enjoying some drinks. Clarissa was home from college, as was Annie. They were catching up with Alisha who had forgone school and worked in a local office. The three had been best friends since as far as I could remember. Annie and Alisha were common attendees to our family functions over the years and were as comfortable around me as they were their own uncles.

Each girl was attractive but in ways different from one another. Clarissa was about 5’ 7”, tan and her face was pretty in a quirky kind of way. She had long brown hair that she kept tied back. Her body was the most athletic of the three and she had been part of the swim team back in high school. She faired pretty well as a swimmer despite nature’s setback of a pair of major-league breasts. During her college stay she’d shocked her parents by piercing her nose and her tongue. This evening she wore a pair of tight jeans, a tank top, a nose ring and a textured ball on her tongue. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to having had incestuous, sexual fantasies about her.

Annie was statuesque and at a height of 6’1”, was two inches taller than myself. Her hair was auburn, which she styled short, but with the left side longer that the right. Her beauty was of a more classic type and she had in fact been part of some local beauty pageants. Her build was slim and her breasts on the smallish side. Of the three she was the only one to wear nail polish, a soft pink on both her fingers and sandal adorned feet.

You could describe Alisha as sort of the “wild card” in this beauty
contest. She was a heavy girl and her body was kind of pear shaped. But she had the most amazing and attractive face. Her eyes were big, soft and brown. Her lips were big and full; accentuated by glistening purple lipstick and a beautiful smile. She also wore braces, which I found curiously erotic. Her hair was shoulder length black which framed that gorgeous face perfectly.

They all took to calling me Uncle George and our conversation ran from music to movies, with the girls particularly interested in my recounting of the 1970’s. I have a rep as the “comical” uncle and the ladies were well entertained. There was a dance floor by the bar and they insisted that I join them. We danced in a group for at least a half-hour, having a great time. I was aware of several stares from young men, who had to wonder what the fuck the old man was doing with the hot chicks.

We were at O’Malleys for a least 2 hours and the girls were knocking off quite a few drinks.