Annie and Lucy went to lunch weekly. It was guaranteed. Nothing disrupted it; no appointment, no date, no crisis was enough to postpone this lunch. Today was the day. They were meeting at a local pizza place, known for its great salad bar and quick service. They both worked and had busy lives, they just wanted to connect regularly.
They met Freshman year in college, that first day when everything was so exciting and overwhelming. They stood there, at registration, both wondering why they had left the security of home and family, wondering if they would ever be as assured as the upper classmen running the registration. When they bumped into each other in several lines, they finally laughed and introduced themselves. They spent the rest of the day together, braving the crowds as a team now, not just one lone lost girl. Mid-day, they found out they would be in the same dorm and took that as a sign also.
They were unlikely friends. Annie was short, small, quiet, shy. She had dark hair that she wore in a little cap. Her brown eyes were soulful. When amused, she giggled to herself. Her style of clothing was sedate, even then. She had come from a small family, with only one sibling, quite like herself. She was incredibly intelligent, but too shy to share her knowledge.
Lucy was so different. She was tall and full-figured. With flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes, she attracted every male who crossed her path. Her sense of humor was nearly over the top and her laugh boisterous. Her clothing style reflected her flamboyance, bright and hip and, very often, abbreviated. Her family was huge and she had fought for her place in it, loudly proclaiming her opinions and thoughts. She continued this practice at the dorm and in class. Lucy was the definition of gregarious.
As different as they were, they loved each other. They found in each other a soul mate of the best kind. There was nothing they couldn't share, couldn't talk through. By their second year, they were roommates and remained so until graduation. Then, as planned, they picked a city and moved there, together. It was decided they would live apart, because they were grown-ups now. But they remained incredibly close, sharing every secret in their young lives.
As expected, as they made other friends and frequently fell in and out of love, they drifted apart. Demands of their jobs also interfered. So, they set up the weekly lunch. It was a time when it was just them, no one else was ever invited. They sat together, over frequently untouched food, talking about the latest man or job strategy or family situation.
Annie was looking forward to lunch. She had some new clothes and wanted Lucy's opinion of them. She had gone shopping over the weekend, spending all of her yearly bonus, going for a more grown up look. She had always admired Lucy's style and wanted to change her own, become more striking.
She nearly spent all her bonus at the lingerie store in the mall. She hadn't realized that underwear could be so much more than functional. She walked in wonder amid the beautiful colors and fabrics. Carrying armloads of gossamer items to the dressing room, she tried them all, almost unable to make a decision. She wanted them all!
She selected beautiful bras, in black and red and the palest peach. She picked panties, different styles and textures, which clung closely to her curves and made her feel sexy. Annie had never worn a garter belt before, and wanted one so badly. The saleslady helped her find one that fit perfectly, and made her legs look fantastic. She could have shopped here all day. The stack of items she had to have kept growing. It took great willpower to finally walk away, purchase just what she had and not keep looking for more.
Next, she went to a "cool" store, one Lucy might frequent. The clothes were so interesting, so remarkably not her. With the help of another friendly saleslady, Annie was able to put together a few outfits that weren't too outrageous, but still perfectly different.
Today, for work, she had worn some of the new lingerie under a very sophisticated dress. The garter belt felt extremely naughty, with the sheer black hosiery clinging to her thighs, leaving bare skin above. She loved the black lace demi-bra also, pushing her breasts up and out, giving her enviable cleavage. She had even bought some very elegant heels, which made her legs look incredibly long and shapely.
Annie arrived at the restaurant a little early. During the summer and on weekends, the place was crawling with kids, vying for the video games. But on weekdays, it was an adult hangout, the only 'kids' at the machines wore ties and dress shirts. Today, as Annie sat at the table and waited for Lucy, she couldn't help noticing the extremely handsome man skillfully winning at one of the machines. His hands moved confidently on the buttons, his long fingers nearly a blur of activity. He had dark hair, slightly gray at the temples, a blue dress shirt with a very busy tie, bright red and blue. His body was long and lean, the shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned, well-developed forearms. He was totally enjoying the game. His eyes, a beautiful powder blue, were twinkling with the joy of playing. He laughed aloud occasionally, deeply involved in the challenge.
Maybe it was her new clothes, maybe it was just finally Annie's turn to explore, but she stood and walked forward as if drawn to him. She stopped at the change machine and got a handful of quarters, then moved into the noisy play area. She picked the machine right next to the man. Standing there, looking at the screen, trying to decide exactly what was required, she glanced helplessly at him. She didn't have to feign ignorance, she honestly had no idea how to play. The timing was perfect. He looked up just as she sent a silent plea for help.
Annie had never done something like this in her entire life. She rarely dated and most of the love adventures had been Lucy's. Annie was slow and methodical in all aspects of life, including love. She had dated a few men, but always seriously, always with the understanding that this was a "relationship", not a casual mating. But there was something about this man, something that appealed to her, made her want to spend time with him, get to know him. Even 'casual' sounded good, if it meant she could be in his company for awhile. Grinning, he walked over to her, leaning down to explain exactly what she needed to do. With his face near hers, she could smell "Obsession", her favorite men's cologne. It took her a moment to realize that he was explaining the theory of the game and some great strategies. Then he laughed out loud when he realized she didn't even know how to make it start.
He began again, speaking slowly and demonstrating like an airline stewardess. "You need to insert your coins in here, then press the START button. The goal of the game is to reach the Galaxy far, far away with time to spare." He continued to explain, punching buttons and shifting levers as he instructed her. Without thinking about it, he moved closer, finally standing behind her and reaching around her to play. She could sense his warmth, feel his body so close to hers. The scent of Obsession filled her head, making her heart pound with desire. God, she never did this! Annie felt him step closer and she could feel his arms against hers, feel his body wrapped around her as he played. The amazing thing was she could also feel his cock, pressing against her ass, demonstrating his interest in things other than space aliens.
Annie wanted the game to never be over. She wanted to stay here, cocooned by him, encased by him, forever. When the game ended with an explosion of colors and sounds, she could feel the laughter in his chest, he was that close. She turned and found her face inches from his. It seemed so natural to kiss him, to let him kiss her. So they did. Now she turned fully, their bodies separated by the thinnest amount of air.
As they pulled apart from the extraordinary kiss, he spoke. "Hello. My name is David. I am obviously very pleased to meet you."
"I'm Annie. Thank you for helping me with the game, I'm a bit techno-challenged." She blushed and looked down. He touched her chin with his finger and lifted her face to his, once again kissing her very willing mouth. His tongue slipped out, washing her lips, tracing their fullness, flitting into the sensitive corners, making her breath catch. His fingers moved to her cheeks, caressing her and holding her in place. As if she could move!
