"Hey babe! Which club are yall going to tonight?" Ben shouted.
"I dunno yet. Krista hasn't texted me back yet." Sam replied to her husband.
Sam was in the bathroom finishing up her makeup, putting the final touches on her eye liner.
Ben and his long time friend, Tom, were watching a football game. They had just got home a few minutes ago from the airport. Tom was in town for the weekend and was staying with Ben and Samantha.
Tom was nervous about meeting Sam for the first time. During their time in the military, Ben had shown Tom a photo of Sam in some lingerie. The image was burned into Tom's memory because Sam was not just sexy but very beautiful as well. Tom never admitted it to Ben but Sam was exactly his type: athletic body, dark hair, pale complexion.
Tom's mind wandered while watching the game. He was feeling disappointed. He met Sam just minutes ago and was hoping to see her in a pretty dress or at least something attractive. She was wearing baggy sweats that didn't flatter her at all. He was also disappointed because she had been in the bathroom for awhile getting ready to leave for the night with her friends. He had hoped to get to know her better since he had a crush on her for a couple years now.
"What the fuck?" Sam said.
"What's wrong honey?" Asked Ben.
Sam was still in the bathroom so Ben and Tom didn't understand what had her upset.
"Krista just cancelled on me." She grunted.
Ben seemed indifferent. Tom couldn't help but be excited. He assumed this would mean that she was staying home tonight. Tom had hopes that he would at least get to lay eyes on her for more than a few minutes. He just wanted to see her gorgeous eyes and that killer smile he remembered in her photograph.
Ben made a half-hearted attempt to apologize. "Sorry Hun!" Ben said. "Sure, sure." Sam answered back.
Sam finally came out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen to grab a water. Sam crept into the kitchen as quietly as she could. She wanted to get a safe view of Tom from afar without being noticed. She walked on her toes so her stiletto heels wouldn't strike the tile floor too loud.
"Anybody kick a touchdown yet?" She said sarcastically.
Tom didn't understand her humor yet and looked at Ben. Ben only shook his head and rolled his eyes. Samantha made these quippy jokes often. Tom found it odd that Sam didn't seem upset about her friend cancelling on her.
Before the game ended, Ben spoke up. "Well Babe, I'm exhausted. I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed." He sighed.
"Awwww what?" Sam said sounding disappointed.
"I thought we would all stay up and play a drinking game or something! C'mon!" She pleaded.
Samantha was not normally this childish.
"Tom is still up. I'm sure he doesn't mind drinking." Ben replied.
Tom looked at Ben with a mortified look. The thought of staying up drinking with Ben's wife who he had been fantasizing about made his stomach sink. Tom worried he might do something stupid or embarrassing.
"Look at him. He'd love to!" Ben said.
Tom didn't know what to say but mustered the best reply he could. "He'd love to. Uh, I'd love to. I mean, sure. Yea, I don't mind." He stammered.
Samantha could hear the nervousness in his voice. She was used to this reaction from men and would often prey on them by flirting and teasing.
Ben gave his wife a kiss and left for their bedroom.
"Make sure Tom has a blanket and all that please!" Ben shouted from their bathroom.
The living room filled up with an awkward silence for several seconds.
"Sooo, what are we gonna watch?" Sam said with excitement.
The football game was officially over and Tom nervously began flipping channels. "Uhhh, I dunno." Tom replied.
"Can you help me with this?" Sam asked.
Tom looked over the couch behind him to see Samantha in the kitchen pointing towards their upper cabinets. Tom promptly stood up and walked over to her.
"Can you lift me up?" She asked.
Tom seemed hesitant and slightly confused. Samantha was wearing a small kimono that barely made it to her mid thigh and seductive black nylons that left him curious about what type of hosiery she was actually wearing. The silk kimono draped over her shoulders so casually it appeared as if it might slip off any second. Tom tried not to stare too hard but it was obvious her lack of clothing had an affect on him. He did his best to act calm.
"Uh, ok." Tom stuttered.
"I'm afraid I'll slip if I try to climb the counter in these heels." She said. She tapped her heel on the tile showing off her favorite pumps. Tom was hypnotized and simply nodded in agreement. She turned around and braced herself for him to pick her up.
Tom wasn't quite sure how to handle her. The only safe place for his hands were around her waist. He picked her up and gently placed her petite body on the countertop with ease.
"Thank you." She said.
Sam reached for a pair of wine glasses from the top shelf. The hem of her kimono rose up slightly, revealing the edge of her lace stocking tops. Tom took full advantage of the view, admiring every inch of her gorgeous nylon covered legs. Even though Tom was mere inches away from her ass, he wasn't daring enough to peek further under her kimono.
"Um, what kind of club were you planning on going to?" Tom asked referring to her scandalous outfit.
"Oh! Haha, no. I wasn't going to wear this out. I was waiting on my friend to tell me what color she was wearing before I picked out a dress." She replied.
Sam got the two wine glasses she needed and closed the cabinet door. "They didn't make this kitchen for short girls like me." She said.
"Well, that's why you have a helpful husband like Ben." Tom added.
"Or a gentleman like you around!" She smiled.
There it was. The killer smile he memorized from her photograph.
She stepped to the edge of the counter. Tom reached up and grabbed her waist, lowering her down. "Wow, your hands are big." She said. Tom smiled.
Samantha was hoping that she would be pressed up against him but Tom was strong enough to literally hold her like a ballerina. The tense moment quickly subsided and left Sam somewhat disappointed.
"Do you like wine?" She asked.
Before Tom had a chance to reply, Sam interjected.
"Doesn't matter. You're drinking with me anyway." She said as she popped open a bottle and poured him a glass.
Sam handed Tom his glass. "Bottoms up!" She said giggling.
Sam sipped her wine. Tom gulped his down not realizing what he was doing.
"Haha, I wasn't serious silly!" She laughed.
Tom felt the embarrassment that he feared earlier. Sam poured him another glass.
"C'mon, let's go sit outside." She ordered.
Sam lead the way to their patio and Tom followed behind like a puppy, staring at her legs the whole time.
