* This is my first go at this so please be nice. Hopefully I won't get discouraged and it won't be too long before part 2.
Introduction --
It seems to me that all too often when somebody leads in to a conversation with, "So I was thinking...", the next thing said is something that will go way left of center so to speak, and this was definitely one of those times. My girlfriend Alaina's birthday was coming up and I had plans for the entire weekend mapped out, dinner after work on Friday, a nice lunch and a show on Saturday and meeting up with some friends on Sunday. I was also planning to fit a proposal in to Saturday night. Then, Wednesday, I was thrown for a curve by, "So I was thinking..."
For starters, I suppose I should say that we have a bit of an unconventional relationship and in addition to Alaina turning 27, we are also celebrating our 5-year anniversary, as well as a 1-year anniversary of a less conventional kind which I am sure will be obvious before long.
Part 1 -- Meeting Alaina
I actually met Alaina at her 22nd birthday party and we hit it off quite rapidly. I was at a fairly nice bar downtown with a few friends when she walked in with a few girls in tow. They had a booth reserved in the back but from her first step in the door I could not take my eyes off her. Which, is hardly hyperbole, I am pretty sure that my eyes followed her from the door until she disappeared in the back. Her face glowed, shy smile beamed as she strode in laughing. Small but taught breasts in a tight yellow top complemented by a short denim skirt that, I would find out moments later when I nearly fell out of my seat, did very little to stop her perfectly round, green lace covered ass from peeking out.
I was a bit shocked but not displeased when her gaggle of friends asked the boys and I to join them at their next stop, a night club down the street. After about an hour of sitting by the bar and watching her dance with any and everybody I lost track of her for a short while and was ready to call it a night when she walked up behind me at the bar.
"Hey." I heard from behind me.
I turned in my seat and was stricken by her beautiful face, trying to respond in a way to make me seem impressive and worth talking to, I replied with, "Oh, um, he-hey..." as I dropped my drink on the floor.
In a fit, I hopped off my barstool to retrieve my glass, or the pieces thereof.
She was quick to ask, "what are you drinking? Well, I guess, what were you drinking?"
As I looked up to respond I caught another glimpse of her green lace panties, "oh, um, whiskey green... I mean neat. Sorry, whiskey, neat."
She let out the cutest laugh as I was still crouched on the floor, mortified and hoping to spontaneously melt into the puddle of whiskey and die. Here I was, being a clumsy fool, looking up at the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, having made a Freudian slip suggesting I have seen her panties. But if she had noticed that I had noticed her panties she wasn't doing much if anything about it.
She put out a hand, as if to help me to my feet and said, "If you are going to order yourself another drink I wouldn't be opposed to having a drink with you."
"I have been told that it is always a good idea to buy a pretty lady a drink, what are you having?" I replied, thinking I was being quite suave, though I imagine I was radiating nervous energy.
"A lady in green if you don't mind. Have you ever had one of those?" she said with a little devil of a grin. At that moment I knew I was totally busted, she definitely noticed me noticing her.
I turned from her and got the bartender's attention, "Could I have another whiskey, neat. And a Lady in Green for uh, my friend."
"Sure thing, have them right up for you. Both on your tab?"
"Yes, thank you." I replied to the bartender before returning my attention to the girl, "I have never had one of those, what's in it?"
"Oh, you certainly should try one, they taste phenomenal, but they can lead you to making bad decisions if you're not careful."
"Maybe I will have to give it a try someday. You do make a compelling argument. Though, I'm sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name."
"Alaina, and yours, my charming drinking companion?"
"Robert, but my friends have taken to calling me Bo, it's nice to meet you."
"Then Bo it is, since you introduced me to the bartender as your friend, I assume that's ok." She said while giving my forearms a playful jab.
The bartender came back with our drinks and the conversation carried on long enough for a couple more drinks, not exactly sure how long but it couldn't have been as long as it seemed, I mean, it was already well into the night when we got here.
"So, Bo. Do you take yourself for much of a dancer?"
I let out a momentary laugh, "I hardly consider myself a dancer, no."
"Do you mind if I go dancing, Bo?"
"I didn't realize that we were an old married couple and you needed my permission."
"I suppose you're right. I just don't want you getting green with envy and leaving if you catch a peek of some guy trying to flirt with me or something. I am really enjoying your company."
"Eh, go have fun. Enjoy your birthday, I'll be here when you get back."
"Wait, who told you it was my birthday?"
In my cheesiest fake British accent I responded, "Well, Alaina. If you must know, I have powerful deductive skills and noticed that you walked in with a group of friends to a private room positioned at the back of the bar we were at earlier, a couple servers took back a desert with candles indicating a 22nd birthday..." switching back to my normal voice, "and you have a light up pin on your shirt that says 'It's my birthday!"
"I like you Bo, maybe I can convince you to try a Lady in Green before the nights over."
She went and danced for a while, sometimes alone, sometimes with her friends and a few songs with guys that took initiative. I tried to mind my own business and not look too frequently but admittedly I had to settle for trying to not make it too obvious I was watching her. Far as I could tell I only got caught watching one time, I may have stared too long after her dance partner decided to get a handful of her ass. She slapped his hand away and pulled her skirt back down, concealing her green lace covered ass. Near the end of the song we locked eyes, she had a smirk on her face, gave me a wink and started grinding her ass on the man she was dancing with. If she was trying to make me jealous it was definitely working.
I must say I did get an odd enjoyment from the look of disappointment on the guy's face when after the song ended, she walked away without putting her number in his phone. She did however, hike up her skirt on her walk back to the bar to give the guy a parting gift I suppose, and me another pang of jealousy.
Sat back at the bar she turned to me and said, "Glad to see you waited for me, I was starting to think you might get jealous and run off."
"I told you I would wait for you so I did. Honestly, it seemed like you were trying to make me a bit jealous and I thought he might have a funny reaction if he came over thinking he stole my girlfriend only to find out we just met. That might have been a little awkward for you though."
"You really think he thought you were my boyfriend?"
"I really do, and the slimy way he was looking at me when he grabbed your ass suggests that he did too."
"Oh, you perv. Watching another man grab my ass, were you?"
"I'm pretty sure half the people in here saw, he was hardly sneaky about it."
"I suppose you are right, and don't let it go to your head but he totally thought you were my boyfriend."
"Oh, that slime ball, trying to get a girl's number while out with her boyfriend. What a shame."
"Boyfriend, we haven't even kissed yet and already you're my boyfriend? That doesn't seem right."
I stood from my chair, looked in her eyes and said, "I mean, I think that is a solvable problem."
She had a quizzical look on her face for a moment before she started to lean in. She stopped suddenly and said, "Wait, I don't think you wa-."
I cut her off, pulling her face in to mine and we shared our first kiss. It was not a long kiss, we stared at each other afterward for longer than the actual kiss, but there was certainly a connection between us that we both knew we had to explore further.
Breaking the silence, I said to her, "I don't usually do this, and you can absolutely decline and I won't be upset... l, I will be upset but... ok, I am... please interject so I can stop rambling."
She leaned in close and quietly said into my ear, "Are you trying to ask if I want to go back to your place?"
"Attempting to, yes. But I totally understand if you don't want to."
"Well, we probably are not in ideal shape to drive anywhere, but why don't you walk me to my place? It's only a couple streets over."