Finally forcing himself to look away, Jonah slouched against the doorjamb. The pressure to go the bathroom, on top of his very stiff erection, almost made it hard for him to move.
He barely made it into the bathroom, his shaft already in his hands. One inadvertent stroke and he practically came. Jonah stroked purposefully now. He surfed his mental catalog of the images he had just seen. Deborah, legs spread getting head from Lala. Lala completely naked from behind, and the sound of her voice so soft and lovely.
The sound of Deborah coming came through the bathroom louder than it should have. He heard Lala shushing her, and then it was completely quiet.
He was rough on himself as everything came at him violently. The sharp mental images of all he had just seen and the sound of heels going further away from him. It was then that he let himself go all the way; coming with a whimper that came from deep within him and nearly brought tears come to his eyes.
Jonah washed up a bit, and looked at his face in the mirror before he was ready to go back to his table.
Lala walked over to him, and he looked away, only to catch Deborah’s quiet smirk before she looked back down at the counter. Lala poured his coffee from a distance this time, but she smiled at him brightly. He smiled at her awkwardly, making her raise an eyebrow.
Jonah wondered if she knew.
Now when he looked at Deborah and Lala, he saw the things he had never noticed before when he was too busy looking at Lala, the way the smiled at each other and left lingering touches on each other’s arms and backs. He still could not keep his eyes off of her, and was happy that she was nice to him because he was nice to her.
This time, he smiled at her brightly, and nodded at Deborah as he picked up his suit jacket and made his way out of the diner, leaving a big tip in their tip jar as he did.