My sister was always one of the prettiest girls I knew, and as we got older her beauty only grew greater. By the time I was college age she was the out on her own with a job and her own apartment. I had long since had the hots for her, and she knew it. Many times she'd remind me that we weren't going "there" and our relationship stayed the course. I never introduced her to any guys, not that she needed any introductions or help in attracting guys, but she would introduce me to girls that she had met or worked with. I never really had any problem getting dates or anything, but still enjoyed her bringing new women into my acquaintance.
This story happened back in those college years of mine and I'd made the 3 hour trip from campus to her apartment for the weekend. She lived in a two bedroom flat but had a roommate who was dating a huge dude with serious issues over me staying overnight there in the apartment. I hadn't known this before arriving at Karen's apartment and was sitting there on her couch pondering where I might crash that night when a work mate of Karen's came to the door. I'd not met Macy though I had heard Karen speak of her, and she didn't look anything like the mental image I had of her from the casual mention of her during conversations with my sister.
Karen was still back in her bedroom getting dressed for a date she had that evening so I let Macy in and introduced myself to her. She'd brought over a blouse or something for Karen to wear and excused herself back to Karen's bedroom while I went for a cold beer in the fridge. Now Macy wasn't a bad looking girl at all, just not the type I'd normally been attracted to. I suppose she was a bit of the girl next door that no one ever dated, and never was named "best looking" or "best dressed" or any of those things in high school. Not bad looking mind you, just sort of plain I suppose. An extra pound or two here and there, but mostly in the right heres' and theres' I was thinking.
About the time I was settling back down on the couch and beginning to think of what the heck I was going to do that evening, I mean after all I'd driven down to see Karen on a surprise visit not checking as to whether she'd even be there, Macy came back out and plopped down on the other end of the couch. She'd turned sideways so that she faced me and had one leg up on the couch and bent under her other leg. Before I could utter a word Macy started the conversation by ragging me on my situation. It was all in jest, and the smile she beamed and the infectious charm in her voice were in stark contrast to what I was expecting. The banter bounced back and forth with lightening speed and I really had to keep on my toes to keep up with her wit. She was only there to bring the item that Karen wanted to borrow and I could tell she had something else or somewhere else to go, so I wasn't surprised when she began to rise to leave.
"So, what time you picking me up tonight?"
"What? Huh? Ah, picking you up? Um, well I guess around 7 if that's OK." I was stumbling for sure, and had never been asked for a date like that, or any way for that matter.
"Seven is fine. I live in unit 1326B, just around the corner. Bye, Karen."
With that Macy was out the door. I just sat there thinking about what had just happened and whether it was real or not when Karen came out of her room. She was stunning as usual. Karen is worlds different from Macy in so many ways, and I suppose that's what made them friends. Karen never won any beauty awards, but is strikingly handsome. Her skin is creamy and smooth, her hair almost coal black and her sparkling blue eyes glow and twinkle. She's tall but proportioned very well. She was leaving in a few minutes so I asked if I could stay long enough to shower and change, then told her of the backwards date invitation with Macy. Karen only laughed then reminded me to be out before her roommate and boyfriend returned to avoid a confrontation.
At 7 o'clock sharp I rang the bell on Macy's apartment. When the door opened I almost didn't recognize the woman standing there. Her auburn hair was silky and flowing in some undetectable breeze like you see in the hair shampoo commercials on TV, and her clothes, though still a bit eclectic, were most flattering to her figure. A figure well disguised by the baggy jeans and sweatshirts of the afternoon. Her makeup was just enough to bring out her green eyes that shown in the late day twilight, catching me there unable to move or speak. Finally, after who knows how long, Macy said something that I never comprehended, reached out her hand, and led me into her apartment.
The living room was pure '70's. There were tie-dyed curtains, bean bag chairs, shag carpet, beads hanging in the doorways, candles everywhere, black light posters on the walls, and of course there was incense burning. Macy excused herself to grab a few things and I drank in the ambience of the room, like stepping back in time. There was a stereo on shelving made of cement blocks and planks, a vintage stereo and an awesome collection of vinyl albums. There wasn't a CD in site. Guess the age of digital music hadn't graced Macy's threshold yet.
In a few moments she stepped through the beads and declared it was time to go.
"Where we going, Sparkle?" She grinned at the nickname I had just laid on her.
"Well, there's a little hole-in-the-wall pub not far from here that I like. I thought we'd grab a few beers and a pizza. That okay?"
"Fine by me." So, we were out the door. Normally I'd be riding my Harley but this weekend had a forecast for serious rain storms so I'd opted to drive my old truck. Actually, the truck fit right in with Macy and her décor. It to is vintage 70's and more of a work truck than the luxury rides sold today. I unlocked the passenger door and opened it for Macy, then closed it behind her once she'd climbed in. No electric door locks here. Before I got around to the driver's side I heard the door unlock and as I swung it open to hop in I spied Macy sitting there snug to the driver's side with an incredibly sexy smile on her face. I love those old trucks with the bench seat. And with the 3-on-a-tree manual shift there's always excuse to rest your arm around the lady. This might be fun.
"There's no AC so it might get a bit muggy tonight if it rains."
"No air conditioning?
"Just 2-60."
"What's 2-60?"
"Two windows and 60 miles per hour. The old fashioned air conditioning. The heater isn't so hot either, so in the winter I have to use the Armstrong heater for my lady passengers."
"Oh, let me guess, Mr. Macho. A strong arm wrapped around the frail lady?"
"You got it. Let me know if you feel a chill." Another of those grins. And a fine one too.
It didn't take too long to get to the pub and it was a hole-in-the-wall for sure. I'd ridden by it many times and never took notice, and really thought it was out of business. Turns out that nearly everyone parks around back, so we did to. We walked around the front door with me ribbing her about her favorite place being deserted, but when we entered the front door it was like stepping into a Southern small town version of Cheers. I got the feeling that Macy knew just about everyone in the place, and the bartender who appeared to also be the owner greeted her by name and asked if she wanted her usual. A pitcher and two mugs were ordered and we found "her" booth near the rear of the place, which was fine. The jukebox music wasn't quite as loud, most of the loud talking and belly laughter was up front, and we could actually hear each other talk back here. Two frosted mugs and a frosted pitcher showed up and the bartender asked what we wanted on our pizza. By then I felt like this must have been Macy's only place, and quite often at that.
As the evening wore on we were treated to freshly frosted mugs before we could refill the prior one, and the pizza was actually excellent. Macy was a hoot, with my ribs hurting from laughing so hard that I knew I'd be sore in the morning. Another thing I noticed was that Macy was matching my mugs of beer one for one. This was a bit surprising seeing as how I could down a good bit of beer without getting in too bad of shape. She apparently could too.
After the pizza we tried out the pool table, foosball table and pinball. Macy whipped me soundly at all three. Granted I'm not a whiz at any of those games, but I can usually hold my own against a woman in most of them. Not tonight. All the while Macy kept flashing that super sexy smile to me, and I came to admire her more and more as the night grew later. Her sense of humor was unending, her smile infectious, her eyes entrancing, and her wit consuming. On top of all that, she had let a button or two of her blouse come undone during the evening and the view of her breasts heaved up in a deep cleavage had me stirring below. As she bent over the pool table to take the long shots I found the view from the rear to be equally as stirring. This was one hot lady, for sure.
Long before we were to leave the pub I had to slow way down on my drinking, knowing I had to drive us home or call a cab, and I could tell that I was approaching the point of having to call a cab. Macy sensed my slowdown and she too slowed her pace.
Macy finished off her beer then said "I think it's about time we left, don't you?" Again that smile.
"Yep. I guess we better." I rose and stood for her to slip from her side of the booth. We'd not gotten a check so I went to pay the bartender as Macy went to the ladies room. I hit the men's room after paying, then Macy showed me a way out the back. Good thing too because it was raining cats and dogs. It wasn't far to the truck, but as I ran to unlock and open her door then ran to my own door, I got soaked. Macy had stayed under the cover of the doorway until I had her door open but she too got nearly as wet as I did. I didn't care a bit though. Having her by my side there on the ride back to her apartment felt great. It wasn't until then that I realized that I'd not yet secured a place to crash that night, but there was no way I was going to let that slip out. Macy was my sister's best friend now and I couldn't do anything to screw that up, including getting involved with this dynamite woman. A night of laughs and shared pizza was one thing. Getting into a relationship was another and I didn't want any of the complications that might bring between Macy and Karen.
