I was surprised when my co-worker Hank invited me to happy hour one day as we were leaving the office. "Is your wife going to join us?" I asked.
"Not this time, johnnie. One day, maybe, that is if you're good." He laughed when he said that and so did I.
I was 37, single, no girlfriend, no social life, and to be truthful, was a bit socially awkward.
Hank had decided that I was to be his project. Although almost 12 years my junior, Hank had way more experience out in the world than I. Having been in the military, he'd seen plenty. Now married to a beautiful woman, Hank would stop by my office to share stories of his service, his weekend, or just random stuff.
When one day I asked him why he chose me to be his office buddy, he told me he knew I was shy, a loner, and he was determined to break me out of my shell.
About me; I'm rather a diminutive sort. At 5' 5", I never made much of an impression on the ladies. Years of office work and lack of exercise resulted in my fanny being larger than my petite frame. My hips are wide than my shoulders, my legs slender, kind of shapely. my hands blessed with long delicate fingers. A natural red head, I come with that full package; pale skin, and freckles splashed across my cheeks and nose. I probably should have kept my hair cut lots shorter than I do. Long and wavy, I wear it like one of the Grateful Dead band members; down to my shoulders.
The women all said I was cute. The guys thought I was a homo. It was a lonely existence. So it was when Hank decided I needed a friend, I was more than happy to join him.
Hank's a nice guy. Tall, robust with an easy manner, and a magnetic charisma, he is everything I'm not. People gravitated towards him. Guys liked to shoot the shit. Women liked to imagine what he must be like in bed. Either way, when he entered a room, all eyes seemed to turn his way.
It was not different when he took me to his favorite bar. He held the door open allowing me to step in first. The regular customers looked to see who was entering their domain. They saw it was me and almost went back to their conversations. However, when Hank followed close behind me, it was like a scene out of the old TV show Cheers. Hank seemed to know everyone and everyone seemed to know him.
All the attention Hank received didn't bother him. He was used to it. I was not. A few of the people he knew would stop by our table to say hi and then make a remark about Hank's pretty date. At first it made me uncomfortable. But when Hank told me I should take those comments as compliments, I began to feel better about their words and myself. I was, after all, unprepared for socializing.
I wasn't much for drinking wither. After only a couple of Cosmopolitans that Hank ordered for me, I was toasted. I started getting all giggly for some reason. Hank said I shouldn't worry, he'd see me home and I should relax and enjoy myself.
I had another drink and had to pee. The place was crowded by then and I worked my way through the throngs of near inebriated people, all of whom were talking and laughing.
The hand that squeezed my bottom and quickly let go made me yelp and jump a little. I turned to see who it was but whomever did that remains a mystery to this day.
Upon making my way back to Hank, another man grabbed me. He put one of his hands around my waist and took my hand and held it way out like we were dancing. He spun us around a couple times to some unheard tune before laughing and letting me go. "Thank you for the dance, Miss."
Being somewhat high, I curtsied and smiled, "It was my pleasure kind sir.," I giggled.
Hank had seen what occurred while I was returning and had a big smile on his face. "See? I told you you'd have a great time."
"You're right Hank. Thank you so much for bringing me with you."
"Sure. Anytime, baby."
"Oh, Hank. I'm not your baby. You have a wife, remember?"
"Is that the only reason, johnnie?"
As tipsy as I was, I still knew that Hank was hitting on me. Loosened by my consumption of alcohol, I decided to play along with him. "Now Hank, I think you're very handsome and very nice but yes, your bride stands in our way of us being more than friends."
We both laughed and it felt good to share time with someone other than my TV. And, regardless what anyone thinks, a little affection is better than none at all.
With his hand in the small of my back, Hank led me out of the bar. Opening the passenger door, he waited until I was seated before closing the door.
"Nice house," he said as we pulled up to my place.
Like the gentleman his is, Hank walked me to the door. I fumbled with my keys for a minute before getting the door unlocked.
"Would you like to come in for a drink?"
"Maybe some other time, sweetheart. Gotta get home to the Mrs."
I relived the evening including the impromptu dance. It made me feel good all over, including my dick.
I microwaved a TV dinner and went to bed early.
In the morning as I readied myself for work, I once again remembered how much fun I had the night before and wondered if Hank was going to ask me out again. No, it didn't seem strange to me that I was wondering if a guy was going to ask me on a date again. It felt good to be in his company and I hoped he would ask.
I brushed my hair and even though it was last night, I could still see the twinkle in my green eyes. Smiling to myself, I headed for the bus stop and went to work.
"Hey, johnnie. How ya feelin this morning?"
"Good morning, Hank. I feel great. You?"
"Shoot. Got home and got laid. I'm doing great.
"I'm happy for you," I smiled meaning every bit of it. "So, what's up?"
Hank came in, closed the door and sat on the small sofa in my office. Patting the seat cushion beside him, he invited me to join him.
I sat beside him very much aware of the differences in our sizes. "What's up, Hank?"
Smiling at me, Hank said that he'd gotten a couple phone calls and some texts about who he was with last night.
"But you were with me."
"Yes baby. That's right. I was and guys noticed you. They want to know who that pretty lady is that I was with."
"But why?" I asked totally in the dark.
"Why?" Hank smiled. "Why is because they want to get to know you and more."
It dawned on me that they thought I was a girl.
"Yeah, no. Did you tell them I'm not a woman?"
His hand rested on my thigh in his easy manner. "I did. It only mattered to one guy. The others, well, that made them want to know you all that much more."
His hand began to move up and down, slowly, gently. "Have you ever been with a woman, johnnie?"
'Um, no," I said feeling the hint of an erection growing.
"A man?"
"No. Hank. What are you implying?"
"Look, johnnie. You're too sexy to be a man. I mean a real man."
As he was telling me this, his hand crept up and under my balls. Cradling them, he told me that they felt a bit too small to be a man's testicles.
"Please stop," I groaned taking hold of his wrist
