When she was done, she returned to the table with a plate of her own, but nowhere to sit. Mike scooted his chair out and patted her on the butt. "Got you a seat right here," he said, smirking. His semi-hard dick pressed against the front of his trunks. The deal was clear: she could sit on his lap, but he'd feel free to rub his boner all over her ass. She stared at his crotch a moment, then looked to Kyle.

"Kyle should get to choose where I sit since he cooked," she said. Blushing, he pushed his chair out a little.

"You could sit on my lap," he...