Beautiful, that was what she called me. I knew I was a good looking guy but guys are not beautiful. I was not beautiful. I did understand that I was not handsome in the normal meaning of the word. I also knew most guys that looked like me were gay and those guys were gorgeous. I was gay.
She was my best friend Jenn, a cute bundle of energy and my work station mate. We worked at a business law office with perhaps fifty others but as with most places like that we knew maybe nine and we were the only ones the other knew well.
We only saw each other at work, we did not socialize. She had a partner and I had a partner. Well, I no longer had a partner, one evening he became physically abusive and I ended up breaking his jaw and a couple or ribs when I fought back.
He could not live with the fact that his pretty boy had beaten the crap out of him and left.
I had become disillusioned with him anyway, we had little in common. We had met at a bar and the sex was good. We should have left it as that.
The problem was that I had purchased season tickets to the symphony, the opera, the show venue, and the ball park for two, one for him. I had purchased tickets that since I learned I could afford to do so but that year was the first I had bought two tickets for each performance. All together they added up to over a thousand dollars a year. Fortunately I could get them from different paychecks.
None were full season tickets. Eight were to the ballpark, six to the symphony, four each to the opera and show venues. My schedule was full in May and September but the rest of the year I only had one or two events a month or so.
I decided that I wanted company for the next show which would be Spamalot so I asked Jenn to suggest someone I could take with me.
"What happened to Carl?"
"He has been history for a while."
"Oh, sorry, I guess."
"Don't be."
"When is the show?"
"This Saturday."
"I'm free."
"What happened to Crystal?"
"History. She stole from me."
"Ugh, very sorry. In that case I get to learn where you live."
"Follow me home after work today. I will feed you dinner."
"Deal. Have you finished uploading the new numbers?"
"Yes, they are ready."
"Thanks."
After work I was very surprised to see we lived in the same neighborhood of town homes. Hers was a bit smaller than mine and did not have a patio but the place looked like it was decorated by a pro.
"Did you hire somebody to do your place?"
"No, Crystal and I did this. We fought every step of the way but were astounded by how well it turned out. Shrimp linguini in garlic butter sauce OK?"
"Sound delicious."
"I will put them in the oven then go change. Go ahead and snoop around until I get back."
I was looking at a photo album titled Girlfriends and had stopped at a photo of five women exposing their bare ass to the camera.
"Those are sorority sisters, we were at a party and decided to leave, we were saying goodbye."
"Didn't like the party?"
"No, a bunch of snobs. I'm surprised I didn't see you there. Dinner is ready."
"Wait, which one is you?"
"Guess."
I left the album open to the photo and followed her to the table. That was when I noticed all she wore was a t-shirt. Her ass and tits enjoyed their freedom and were celebrating. I enjoyed their freedom too.
Dinner was fabulous and I demanded she give me her recipe but she wouldn't. I threatened her with bodily injury and she stuck her tongue out at me. I assumed a threatening kung fu stance and she walked right through it and embraced me.
"Thanks for keeping me company for dinner, it has been lonely for me in here. If you don't mind I could cook dinner for you every Wednesday night."
"Thank you but no. Every other Wednesday night would be good. Next Wednesday dinner will be at my place. You can walk to it from here you know."
"Where do you live?"
"F-14."
"Wow you are right. I can come home and change first. You have a deal."
She kissed me, it was just a quick kiss that meant we had an agreement but it was nice.
The drive from my place to hers was probably too long to walk but if she went out her door to the commons area she just needed to walk past one building to get to my home. Five minutes tops.
"I can't believe we could have been bothering each other at home for years and never knew it," she said.
I gave her my best withering stare that made her giggle.
"Any TV shows you like on Wednesday?"
"No, I watch TV only on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Sundays I watch football. The rest of the time I'm listening to music as I stare at my aquarium."
"How big is it?"
"Thats a rather personal question isn't it?"
She paused confused for a moment then punched my arm before bursting into giggles. She would like Spamalot.
"Oh, did you mean my aquarium? That is a hundred and fifty gallons. It's a marine tank."
"I will be parking myself in front of it next week. Wait, what kind of music do you play?"
"Classical mostly. What isn't classical is classic rock. Both were my grandfather's collections."
"I can handle that but I may bring a CD with me."
We were back in the living room drinking a sweet wine by then. I felt she wanted me to stay for a while and I was happy she wanted me to stay for a while.
"This is you," I said as I pointed at the second naked ass from the right in the photo.
"How did you figure it out?"
"Your t-shirt leaves little to the imagination."
"Oh, I should dress better for company."
"Don't you dare."