"Come on Debbie," her younger sister Julie pleaded, "I need to get out again and this Thursday night would be the perfect opportunity, but I've no-one to go with."
Debbie smiled. "Oh...I see...I'm the last option am I?"
"No, no not at all, I didn't mean it like that and you know it; oh I see, you're taking the mickey," Julie said, hearing Debbie laughing on the other end of the phone.
"So, where is it you want to go?" Debbie asked.
"How about the Spinning Wheel Inn," Julie said, "there's a band on and I hear that they might actually be able to play their own instruments!"
"Gosh! Well that will be a refreshing change," Debbie said sarcastically. The Spinning Wheel wasn't renowned for hiring top quality local bands. It's usual fare was singers with prerecorded backing tracks.
"Pleeaassee," Julie whined.
"Oh, I suppose so," Debbie said without much enthusiasm. The Spinning Wheel Inn on a Thursday night was the last place she wanted to go. But it was after all her sister pleading with her.
"Hang on, let me see if Derek's okay with this." Debbie took the phone from her ear and turned in her chair towards her husband Derek. As usual he was oblivious to what was going on around him. His eyes were glued to the television watching football. Nothing interfered with him and his beloved football; or indeed any sport for that matter.
"Yeah, no problem," he grunted. He never had a problem letting Debbie go out especially if it meant he could stop at home.
Debbie brought the phone back up to her ear. "Derek says hi and it's okay with him."
"I'm sure he did," Julie said sarcastically. "Great, so I'll see you Thursday night, pick me up around 8ish?"
"Okay," Debbie replied, "see you Thursday."
* * * * *
Debbie Gibson stood in front of her wardrobe scanning through her selection of outfits. So far all she was wearing was a matching black lace bra and thong and a pair of sheer thigh high stockings. This was a first for her. She had worn stockings and suspenders when she was younger and dating but since marriage and kids, had taken the easy option of always wearing tights. Out shopping one day she saw the thigh high stockings in a store and acting on a wild impulse had bought them. She had no idea when and if she would ever wear them. So they had remained hidden away, unopened in their packet until now. For some reason she felt slightly guilty putting them on tonight but didn't know why.
As she pondered over her choices she looked into the wardrobe mirror. Looking back at her she saw a woman of medium height with dyed blonde hair, which she'd just had cut into a stylish bob. Her eyes were a deep penetrating blue colour. She was often told these were her best facial feature. Not her best bodily feature though. That was reserved for something lower down.
Despite having had two kids her full round 38DD breasts, whilst maybe not as firm as they used to be still had little or no sag. These were most definitely her best feature. She was probably carrying six or seven pounds more weight than she should but this was distributed around her tummy, hips, thighs and ass and gave her a curvy look, which often got her a second glance.
Not too bad for a thirty seven year old mother she thought. As she re-focused on her search for an outfit for the night idly sliding hangers across the rail in her wardrobe, she pondered over her sister's current problems.
Julie had been virtually engaged to Colin whom she'd known since she was fifteen but he had recently dumped her. It had turned out he was bi-sexual and he had finally decided that he had stronger feelings for a man he had been seeing behind Julie's back. Of course he was contrite and sorry and hadn't wanted to hurt her but that was just how it was. Julie was understandably devastated. She was in love with him.
Her confidence shattered she'd taken it very badly and it was only now, eight months after the event that she'd had any desire to get back out and start dating again.
Not that she's going to do any good dragging her old married sister around with her, thought Debbie. There was a twelve year age gap between the sisters, a welcome mistake for her parents but a mistake all the same.
Going through her wardrobe for a third time, Debbie finally selected a black skirt that came 2" above her knee. It was a little bit tight when she slid it up over her hips but once on had the effect of highlighting the plump curve of her ass cheeks; not that Debbie could see that.
For her top, she finally plumped for a short sleeve pale blue sweater, which fluffed out to give the impression it was angora wool or something similar although it was actually made from a polyester and acrylic mix. The fluffiness of the fabric however did nothing to hide the outline of her breasts as it too was a tight fit.
I haven't worn these for a while Debbie thought. She breathed in, drawing in her stomach as much as she could. I really should start that diet again she mused as she looked at her shape in the mirror.
Happy at last she slipped on her 3" heels and turned sideways to admire the finished look. Not too bad, she thought as she turned to walk out of the room and downstairs. She didn't get far.
"Oww, jeez these are tight," she exclaimed out loud. She wiggled her toes trying to get them comfortable.
"No it's no good I can't wear these all night, they're killing my feet already," she said to herself as she kicked them off her feet.
Returning to her wardrobe she went through her collection of shoes, trying each pair on and discounting them because they were either too tight or too loose or didn't go with her outfit. She shook her head. So many shoes and they're all rubbish she mused. Why is it that shoes fit perfectly when you buy them but the minute you get them home they don't!
She stretched to reach the last pair. They had been pushed way to the back of the wardrobe. They were black with a 4" heel. I can't remember buying these, they're way too high she thought. It must have been a weak moment. She looked them over. It was obvious to her that she had never worn them.
She slipped then on anyway. Surprisingly they were the best fit of any of her shoes and really quite comfortable.
"They'll do," she said to herself. She tottered downstairs trying hard to adapt to the new height.
Looking in the full length hall mirror for a last minute check before leaving she realised that the extra height of her heels seemed to stretch her legs and made them look thinner.
Maybe I need to wear high heels more often if that's the effect it has on my legs she thought, pleased with the overall look.
Calling out goodbye to Derek and getting a grunt in reply she left to pick up Julie.
* * *
Arriving at the Spinning Wheel Inn, they got a drink each from the bar and found a seat. The Inn got noticeably busier as the time for the band to play came round. Debbie had already spoken to a number of people she knew but hadn't seen for a while. Derek very rarely took her out these days. Julie, who'd already had a few more drinks than Debbie was surveying the room. Not seeing anybody that looked likely she nudged Debbie.
"Come on Sis, get to the bar, it's your round and make them doubles this time, in fact make it two doubles each cos I think we won't get back to the bar soon if it continues like this." She motioned towards the door as more people entered.
"Oh do I have to?" Debbie replied in mock protest as she stood. "I presume you want the same again?" She motioned to Julie's nearly empty glass.
"Of course," Julie smiled sweetly. Debbie scowled back but good naturedly.
When Debbie returned from the bar, a trip that took fifteen minutes as they were extremely busy by now, she found her seat had been taken by a young man. He wasn't bad looking Debbie observed and appeared to be around Julie's age.
"Oh hi sis, this is Brad," Julie said introducing her admirer. "And Brad, this is my sister Debbie." Debbie said hello but as soon as the introductions were over, the band came on which made conversation between the three of them impossible. But not for Julie and Brad it seemed, who were soon talking with their heads very close together.
Debbie looked around the crowded bar. The band was extremely loud and not playing music that she particularly wanted to hear. She was relieved when she spotted some old friends in another part of the bar and not wanting to play gooseberry left the table to go talk with them.
The rest of the night passed very quickly and Debbie really enjoyed herself catching up with old friends. She also had more to drink than she normally did and was definitely over her limit!
Eventually realising that the band had finished playing and people were starting to drift off home, Debbie said goodnight to her friends and went in search of Julie. As she walked through the bar she heard a shout.
"Debbie, Debbie, oh there you are." Julie came through with Brad, who was holding her hand, a fact not lost on Debbie.
"Brad's invited us back to his place for a drink," Julie said.
"Well, that's nice but we really should be getting home," Debbie replied. The last thing she wanted was more drink. She was looking forward to her nice comfy bed and a good nights sleep.
"Oh come on sis, I know you're not at work tomorrow and it's not often you get out and...well...pleeeaassse."
Debbie looked at her sister. I really should be going, she thought, but Julie seems to have found someone nice and it's been a while, she's been so down that maybe...
"Okay then but not for long," she stated, instantly regretting it.
"Thanks sis, you're the best." Julie beamed.
* * *
Brad's house was just round the corner from the Spinning Wheel Inn so it wasn't long before they were inside his living room watching him as he stood behind his mini bar pouring drinks for them all.
