This story is a work of fiction, and simply a fantasy for your pleasure (Billy if you really are out there I want to know..LOL!). I love to hear from my readers. It is so great to get feedback and connect with people with like interests of all genders. Enjoy!
Mary came into my office and said, "Come on sad sack tonight we are going out on the town. I need a wing-man and you need to get a life!"
She was right. Mary has been my friend since art school. In fact she got me this job at the magazine as staff photographer. She knew I had been down in the dumps since my break-up with my old girl friend, Lauren. Lauren had been my first true relationship since my divorce, and at 38 I was starting to think I was a completely hopeless.
So I agreed and we met at a little bistro for a quick bite before we headed out for the evening. Mary is my best friend, we can talk about anything, and because she is a Lesbian there is no sexual tension between us. We are both interested in girls and she brings a female perspective to the situation. She had not been in a relationship for several months and she made it clear that tonight she intended to "get-some." My wing-man position tonight was clear, but I was happy to tag along and have a few drinks. I wasn't expecting much out of the nights activities.
The first bar we went to was in a word "lame." It was a mellow acoustic music place, people sitting in small groups, sipping white wine. We had a drink and listened to a couple of songs. It was approaching 11:00 pm when Mary said, "let's get out of here before they start to serve the milk and cookies."
We hopped into a cab and Mary told the driver, "5280 Club, please"
I had never heard of the place but I figured Mary knew what she was doing and anything was better than the last club. We arrived at a large black warehouse with an awning in front and two bouncers, a large man and a large woman. The awning simply had the numbers "5280" on the front. There was a line of people waiting to get in but Mary simply walked up to the large woman and gave her a hug and whispered something in her ear. The large woman bouncer laughed and unhooked the velvet rope and let us in. Mary is amazing that way, she knows everybody and the people she doesn't know she can charm.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior. There was the deep bass pulse of house music and a DJ commanded the dance floor from a raised stage. Through out the multi-tiered space dance areas were punctuated by low couches around large round coffee tables, platforms really, and pillars with scantily clad men and women dancers. A large bar ran along one wall and that's where we headed.
It didn't take long to notice that most of the people in the club were in same-sex groups. I squeezed into a spot along the bar and ordered drinks. What I thought was a very tall black woman turned and accidentally bumped into me. Upon seeing her face I noticed that she was not a woman at all but a man in drag. She gave me a smile and a wink and went about her way.
Mary squeezed my arm and gave me a smile. "Careful, Mary said, she would eat you alive."
We both laughed and I bought us a round. We toasted and then like a good wing-man I began to scope out the crowd for Mary. We discussed the merits of different pick-up techniques and the differences between the les and the hetero approaches. We were both having a good time when all of a sudden I heard a scream of delight. Mary was hugging a woman and they were both jumping up and down.
The woman was tall about 5'10" and had long straight blonde hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a red riding jacket like English ladies wear hunting, and tight tan jodhpurs, those stretch riding pants. Mary and this woman hugged and squealed. When they final ended their embrace Mary introduced her friend.
"This is Emma. She is one of my oldest friends and I haven't scene her in at least 7 years. Emma, this is my good friend and art school chum, Dre."
We extended handshakes and hellos and Emma asked, "so hmmm, are you two a couple?"
"Heavens NO!" exclaimed Mary. "I'm not even interested in men, I've come out Em. Dre is just a good friend and my wing-man tonight."
I could see a little sparkle in Emma's eyes, as she took hold of both Mary's hands and put them against her chest and looking at Mary said, "well then we have a lot in common, and so much to talk about. Oh! But first I want to introduce you to Billy!"
I could see Mary sink a bit as she forced a grin. Emma moved back through the crowd and emerged with a figure also dressed in very tight jodhpurs as well. When they came closer it was difficult to tell the gender of the androgynous figure. Billy, was wearing a puffy white shirt with long sleeves much like you'd see on an 18th century gentleman but more feminine, his hair was long and blond and cut in kind of a layered mop. He had full lips that were shiny with pink lip-gloss, he had on perfectly applied eye makeup, and he wore a black leather choker that matched his black leather riding boots.
Mary grabbed him by the arm and pushed him forward and said, "This is my wing... um...um... boy, Billy. We have been best friends forever even though Billy is so much prettier than me and I get's me sooo mad!"
We all chuckled and as I shook Billy's hand I couldn't help but notice how soft it was. Billy was truly beautiful in a non-gender-specific way. Looking at him created the same kind of feelings I had when looking at a beautiful woman.
"What's with the riding out fits?" Questioned Mary.
Billy said, "We're fox hunters, get it? FOX HUNTERS...? Oh well anyway let's get a drink and find a couch."
We all laughed and after some searching we found a couch and chatted about Mary and Emma and how they had been friends in high school. We also chatted about their coming out and how their life experiences were so similar. Billy was also adding his experience to the story and I for the most part just listened.
After a bit, Billy put his hand on my knee and said, "And poor Dre has been completely left out! Sorry sweetie. Well girls let's get this sexy guy on the dance floor so I don't look like a total loser, and Dre doesn't die of boredom!"
We all headed toward the pulsing music coming from the dance floor. The scene was quiet erotic. On the edge of the floor two women were kissing in the most gentle yet sensual way, their scantily clad bodies glistening with sweat. All possible combinations of people were enjoying the throb of the base and the deft touch of the DJ.
At first we all danced together, but it was obvious that Mary and Emma were interested in each other. Soon they were dancing like a couple, Mary's hands on Em's hips and Em's arms around Mary's shoulders.
