Chapter 4: Good News
Tuesday was a long day of discussing and hashing through technical issues and budget concerns associated with the new contract. We finally got things resolved in the late afternoon so that changes could be incorporated. We planned to return the following morning to sign all the documents. After completing the formal crossing of "T's" and dotting of "I's", the group headed off for the half-day drive back to the office. I had checked my voice mail Tuesday evening and early Wednesday morning, but there was nothing from Dr. Jeff.
When I finally arrived back to my office late Wednesday afternoon, I checked through my voice mail and e-mail. There was a message from Tonya to call her. It made me a little nervous, but I returned her call immediately.
"Hey Matthew, welcome back," Tonya said as soon as she picked up the receiver. The wonders of caller ID.
"I haven't gotten anything from Dr. Jeff yet if you were wondering," I told her.
"Oh you won't get anything," Tonya replied. "I've already called him to get the results and told him that it might be best not to leave anything on your voice mail or e-mail in the event that someone else may get into it. I don't know whether or not your secretary has your passwords. HOWEVER my dear old friend, the news is good and you are as clean as a new born babe. I pretty much thought you would be, but I had to make sure given that you did admit to dipping your pen in a few strange inkwells."
I laughed at her little analogy. How many people today even knew what an inkwell was unless they were history buffs. Nevertheless, I had to chuckle at Tonya. She indeed was one to make sure she didn't sit around waiting and wondering or trusting to others. She was the poster child for proactive. She probably had been bugging Jeff for the past two days. I already mentioned that's why she rose in the ranks as fast as she had. Nothing got by her. I thought I should give a motto to Tonya, "I'm on it and it's already done."
"Nobody is happier to hear that than I am," I said. "I was getting a bit worried that I hadn't heard anything."
"So with that good news comes the next step," she added. "I'm looking forward to our maiden voyage together although I don't think there are any maidens involved. My monthly visit from Mother Nature will certainly be over tomorrow, but I already have someplace I have to be in the afternoon. I know evenings won't be easy for you so how about Friday afternoon at my house? I can take off a bit early and if you can meet me there between say 2:00 and 2:30 that would give us at least a couple of hours before you had to go home. My house would be better than some sleazy motel for sure. We could have a drink or two and get to know each other better as the old cliché goes."
"That would be perfect," I responded, my heart already pounding at the thought of finally getting into bed with Tonya. "I'll make sure there's nothing on my calendar so that I can get to my 'dental appointment' that afternoon."
Tonya laughed out loud. "Dental appointment at 2:00 it is," she chuckled. "I'm sure I have some great ways to clean your molars, or at least mine. Make sure you have a firm toothbrush."
We both laughed and hung up. We didn't have any more conversation all the next day or Friday morning, but I was pretty certain that our date was still on.
I left work about 1:30 to get to Tanya's. She and Phil lived in a relatively spread out neighborhood so there were no neighbors peeking out back windows or over back fences. Their garage was set up to face away from the street so that rather than looking at garage doors, people driving by saw what looked like more house. I pulled around behind her house and parked in front of the garage. My car would not visible from the street, and the trees and bushes around their ample property assured that I wouldn't be visible in the event any of her neighbors were out and about.
Before I could even knock on the door, it opened. Tonya stood in the doorway wearing what I could only describe as a long tee shirt or beach cover up. Frankly, I was glad she wasn't wearing something stupid like garish cheap hooker type lingerie. Stark naked would have been super, but this was pretty nice since the light shown through the thin cotton material, and I would have bet the mortgage that the shirt was all that she was wearing.
"Matthew Sweetie," she said joyously and her arms around my neck. She gave me a big hug and kiss on the lips. It wasn't a devilishly passionate kiss, but something befitting our long term friendship rather than our budding sexual connection. It was comfortable and it made me feel comfortable knowing that our past platonic relationship was about to go to the next level.
"I can't believe that we are finally going to do it," she added kissing me again. "It's all I could think about ever since you noticed my ankle bracelet and started with all those questions."
"Look," she said holding out her barefooted leg, "I'm wearing it now as your new hotwife playmate."
I could hardly say anything because she was pulling me farther into the kitchen. She picked up a glass of white wine that was sitting on the island counter and sipped. Also sitting on the counter was also a small plate of cheese and crackers. I laughed to myself. She was going at this like she was entertaining one of her lady friends. It was sweet, and it added a hint of innocence to the intent of our meeting here today.
"Let me get you a drink so we can celebrate," she said opening a lower cabinet door and bending to fetch something from a shelf. When she bent over, the tee shirt hiked up enough in back to just barely cover her crotch. My heart was pounding as I anticipated the remainder of the afternoon. I was playing it as cool as I could manage because I didn't think pouncing on her like a horny bull was what she really had in mind. Time enough for that.
She pulled out an unopened bottle of Maker's Mark, turned to me, and held it out.
"This is what you ordered at the Peppercorn the other night so I assume it's one of your favorites. I got it just for you. Brand new, never been opened. I can't say the same for me though," she giggled.
"Thank you Dear," I smiled taking the bottle. "It's always nice to taste something nice even if it has already been opened. It's often easier deal with a bottle that's been opened rather than all the work of being the first to open it."
We both laughed a little at the double entendres. I opened the bottle as she fetched a glass and some ice. I poured myself a fairly generous amount, swished it around the ice a little, and held it up.
"Here's to a wonderful afternoon with a beautiful sexy lady." I said clinking her glass.
"Let's hope that it's going to be more than just one afternoon," she added clinking back. "Here's to many afternoons."
I took a healthy sip of my drink. I wanted to relax, but not get bombed. A little buzz can enhance any sexual situation, but too much only works in the wrong direction.
