I spent the bulk of my junior and senior year studying, playing around with my pals, and working at a bar in the small, Midwestern suburb where I went to school. While I was working there, a number of my friends would come in, and I would serve them as best and as freely as I could without getting caught by my boss, a middle-aged, overbearing woman, though a fair and successful one, named Beatrice. Beatrice was cool, but eccentric. She had this old apron with at least 50 pins on it: beer and liquor promotional pins, and several that I did not recognize. This is not a story about her, however.
Readers of my earlier story, will remember my girlfriend at the time, Robyn. She had beautiful luxurious long red hair, was captain of the women's lacrosse team, and was simply, absolutely, one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. That, and she had a kinky side that was only, at this point, beginning to truly emerge. She did not come to the bar very frequently when I was working-she understood that I was working, and would have a hard time concentrating with her there, just as she had a hard time concentrating when I visited her at her job. She was a member of the school's athletic training staff. For some reason, she found it difficult to tape ankles when I was there, staring at her longingly from across the room...who knew?
This night in particular though, Robyn had arrived around 10 PM, early by college standards, with a few of her sorority sisters, and sat promptly in front of my half of the bar, looking as though they may have already had a few prior to their arrival.
"Hiiii Dyyylan..." they all chimed in unison as they sat down.
"Good evening ladies," I replied, wondering what I could possibly be in for tonight. I never quite knew what was going to happen next with Robyn, so I always kept my mind open. They ordered a few beers and set into what appeared to be a relatively genial evening of imbibing. They were all drinking the same beer, our favorite, Sam Adams. I thought nothing of it, as it is a great beer, and out in the Midwest at that time, was about the same price as Beast, and Miller Lite, so, I wasn't thinking of anything suspicious. Little did I know....
As the night went on, and my girlfriend Robyn and her sisters drank more and more Sam Adams, and became more and more relaxed, I noticed that they were whispering to one another quite a bit. When they saw me watching, they quickly looked away. I remember this only in retrospect, I must admit.
Robyn was a shameless flirt, and each time I visited them, she took the opportunity to give me quick kiss or say something sexy in my ear when Beatrice wasn't looking. She frequently, as I imagine many of us do, got a bit ultra-sexy when she had a few beers. She was not only getting hotter as the night went on, but also was letting the other girls in the bar know in no uncertain terms that I was unavailable. although we had enjoyed that three-way with her best friend, she was not interested in sharing me further.