Oh my God, I thought, what have I gotten into as I looked at my phone and saw Natasha had just messaged me saying she would be picking me up in an hour.
I had done nothing to get ready, in fact, I was hoping that Natasha would just forget about going out and, as I sat on my couch in my comfy clothes and furry slippers, I felt the anxiety from not being able to say no rise up from my chest, so I begrudgingly got up and walked towards my closet to figure out an outfit.
My taste in clothes was not so horrible, but was very simple unlike Natasha’s sexy office outfits, and I easily decided on a pair of tight skinny jeans, beige heels, and a v-neck pink t shirt. I put my straight and long blonde hair in a pony tail, brushed a bit of make up on my fair skin, and finished up with a pat of sheer rose lip gloss on my lips.
Looking in the mirror I concluded that I was cute enough, and that anything I lacked in the looks department would be over shadowed by Natasha’s beauty anyways… which was fine with me.
The hour passed and my door bell rang, opening my door I saw Natasha – looking amazing of course in a sexy short skirt, hot heels, and pretty blouse with the usual plunging neckline revealing ample cleavage – she was most definitely hot.
“Hi Lori!” she greeted, surprising me with a tight hug which I awkwardly reciprocated.
“Hi, Natasha – you look really nice.”
“So do you, I love your style – with your good looks you don’t need much more then sexy jeans and pumps!”
“Oh… thank you…” I replied, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment – I had never been able to take compliments very well.
“You look great girl!” she gushed, “your legs and ass look fab in those jeans!”
“Ah…..” now I was sure I was beet red, and I was totally lost for words. My ass and legs look great?
“Come on; I know this fantastic bar downtown, they have the best happy hour and play awesome music… we are going to have a blast!” Natasha squealed, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.
“Let me grab my purse and keys and we’ll get going,” I said, managing a smile and using that as an excuse to take my hand back; I had never been a touchy-feely type of person so I was relieved when I could pull away without appearing rude.
I liked Natasha, she was a genuinely sweet woman, it’s just that we were polar opposites and I was still miffed as to why she wanted to hang out with me. She was so gorgeous and all the single men in our office, and even a few of the married ones, wanted her, let alone the many men that she probably knew outside the office… why on earth, on a Friday night, did she want to be with me?
Natasha’s car was, of course, a sexy red sports car – it was almost cliché, but I guess if you’ve got it going on may you as well run with it. As we drove to the bar, she played loud dance music and wiggled in her seat.
“I am so glad you decided to come out with me!” She yelled over the loud music, “I’ve always wanted to get to know you – you seem really cool.”
“Ah… thanks…” was all I could muster, I was just so confused, and I had never thought about her beyond knowing she was the hottest woman in the office and no doubt lead an amazingly fun life; a life that if I were a different person, I might very well enjoy. She was the type of woman that I could only dream of being, that many women can only dream of being – and I did not resent her sex appeal and her fun loving personality, I just never felt that I was in her league.
“OK, here we are,” Natasha announced, parking her car, “you will love this place!”
“It’s a….” I stuttered, totally regretting coming out with her seeing where we were going, “gay bar?”
“Oh ya, it’s fun, don’t worry, lots of straight people go here – nobody cares and besides, everybody knows that gay bars play the best music!”
“Oh, I see,” understanding better, “you are not a lesbian?”
“Maybe I am,” she teased, winking at me, “maybe I’m not!”
She grabbed my hand again and lead me, almost skipping, to the front door where she was greeted warmly by the door man and several of the servers as we made our way to the bar. The music was loud, and just as Natasha promised, fantastic with all kinds of people dancing. There were men dancing with men, women with women, and all kinds of groups having a great time.
“Two vodka’s and cranberry’s,” Natasha ordered, ignoring my initial protest as typically I don’t drink, and when I do, it’s a wine cooler or two, but never more then that.
“Cheers!” she exclaimed, holding up her glass for me, “here’s to our new and growing friendship!”
I clanked glasses with her, still having difficulty knowing what to say, and took a sip. The booze warmed my throat instantly as it went down, and the relaxing effect took hold of me quickly. I took another sip, and liking how it was making my shoulders and arms relax with warm waves of sensation, took another and then another.
“Hey, slow down there girlfriend!” Natasha warned me, teasing, “we want to last all night!”
“I’m sorry, I know… I just really like how this makes me feel more relaxed, I’m so uptight and nervous around people, and I’ve never tried vodka – this is good!”
I began to feel the pulse of the music and moved my body ever so slightly to the beat, Natasha was looking at me, grinning, and started to move her body like I was.
“I knew we would have fun, I can read people really well sometimes,” she hollered over the music, “and I thought I saw a party girl in you somewhere!”
I finished my drink, and soon I had another in my hand and the two of us where on the dance floor moving, laughing, and shaking everything we had. As the vodka cursed through my veins, I felt bolder, more alive, and now very happy to be out with Natasha and free for once from my life-limiting insecurities.
“I am having so much fun,” I yelled out, “thank you for inviting me out with you.”
“Of course, it’s my pleasure!”
“What? I can’t hear you!” I yelled.
“Come on, lets go outside to the patio and get some air and talk,” Natasha said, as she took my hand and lead me outside.
The cooler air felt refreshing on my flushed skin and the two of us sat at a table back in a corner that was dark and private.
“I was saying… it’s my pleasure to have asked you out!”
Natasha smiled, she was the perfect woman – brains, body, and personality, I was honored to be sitting with her.
“I really needed this,” I said, “my life is really boring.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“No, not anymore, I was engaged to my high school sweetheart, but long story short, he fell for my best friend and I’ve not seen either one of them for a few years now.”
“Oh that sucks, I’m sorry…” Natasha said as a waiter came over to our table.
“Oh no worries, it’s for the best… waiter we’ll each have another!”
“Lori, are you sure?”
“Oh ya, just one more, I’m feeling great!” I assured her. I knew the third one would probably be all I could handle, but I was enjoying the atmosphere of the gay bar, the great dance music, and of course the company of my new friend.
The waiter brought over the drinks and Natasha and I once again toasted and drank to our new found friendship.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked, “you must, you are one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met and so I can’t imagine you being single!”
“You think I’m sexy?” Natasha coyly replied, looking at me with a mischievous grin.
“Yes, I do, very much,” I answered honestly and, reaching out, I found myself running my hands through her silky hair.
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