Any and all sex in this fictional story occurs between humans over the age of 18 years.
Thank you, as ever, to
@kenjisato
for his thoughtful and thorough editing.
Coby, Part 3
Although we kept touch occasionally via text, it was several months before Coby and I connected again in person. Called me out of the blue one Sunday afternoon. He was in the city and asked if I had any time to see him. Apparently he had a surprise for me. Luckily I didn't have much going on, other than practising, which I could pick up later - I'd already gotten a decent couple of hours in. And, who doesn't like surprises?! So I suggested we meet at a little restaurant downtown in an hour or so. He was cool with that so it was set.
Got to the restaurant and spotted him immediately on the small sidewalk patio. He was sitting with a young woman. Hmmm, who could this be?! Maybe the evening has just grown wings.
We performed the obligatory "bro-hug" [see Coby 1 for context on hugs] and he introduced me to Alessia. His girlfriend, no less!
Like Coby, Alessia seemed a pretty typical young, mixed-race suburbanite. Where Coby is South-Asian and Central-European, she is Caribbean and Wasp. Gorgeous young woman, nicely dressed - i.e. not the typical teen uniform - and she had the brightest, liveliest eyes. Nineteen, as is Coby. The two of them were downtown shopping. In testament to which, as I sat down I noticed, the 4th seat was stacked with bags.
"Wow, impressive haul!"
Alessia giggled and Coby tried to frown, probably to avoid looking sheepish.
"Hey happy belated birthday, btw, dude. Sorry I missed it."
"No worries - I got your text. Didn't really do much." He looked sidelong at Alessia as he said it, suppressing a smile.
"So, you two: same school?"
"Yeah. Only ever had one class together, I think, but, same crowd."
Coby and I ordered beers and Alessia a screwdriver. Then I suggested shots, to get the evening going, to which they enthusiastically agreed. Tequila all 'round!
I waited for a moment when Alessia seemed engrossed in the menu, and leaned over to whisper in Coby's ear,
"So, does she know, you know, about Cobita...?!"
Coby gave me a pretty convincing sphinx-face, mouthing, "Later." Enigmatically. Maddeningly.
We had a delicious dinner together and a lovely time. Alessia had similar interests to Coby, which is to say, happily, a step above the usual cultural fare for kids from the extreme 'burbs. I mean: extreme 'burbs. So conversation was lively.
Apparently they recently saw Hamilton (and thereafter obsessively re-listened/re-watched-ad-nauseum) leading them to read up on United-States history, specifically its omnipresent white-supremacism. Ooo, maybe they were starting to get political, I thought. Yesss, I could work with that!
After dinner we took the party back to mine. The proximity of the restaurant to my flat had, naturally, played no part in my choice of restaurant. A mere 15 minute walk. 'Twas a super, warm, calm evening. The little city parks along the way were filled with families, and buskers.
Back at mine, I cracked open some wine and we were soon ensconced in my living room with drinks and tunes flowing.
I was feeling no pain, hence, not actively overseeing my inner-smartass: "Hey why don't you give us a fashion show. You know, with what you've bought today."
Alessia and Coby exchanged a look, both smiling tentatively.
Alessia, "Well, some of it is kind of, 'bedroom,' *cocks head and winks* I'm not sure if we're there yet in our relationship!"
"Fair enough."
"But there are a couple of outfits I could show you - in fact, *turns to Coby* we, could show you."
"Awesome! Bring it on! Bedroom's that way."
Alessia came right over to me, bent over and actually rubbed noses with me, "You know, I think we're going to get along..."
Random...
We all clinked glasses, for no special reason. Then Alessia went over to her collection of bags in the hallway, selected a couple, and vanished 'round the corner.
I looked over to Coby who was smiling, only because he couldn't entirely suppress the full-on grin his body was trying to impose on his face. He stayed mum. So I decided to just sit back and listen, until Alessia came back. The Black Saint and The Sinner Lady - intense but so what, brilliant! Mingus, baby.
Actually while I'm at it, The Black Saint and The Sinner Lady would be awesome sex-music. Hmmm, yeah, it'd have to be wild, intense, crazy sex. Worth trying, if you dare. Fair warning though: Ravel's Bolero it is not!
Alessia was soon back, strutting 'round the corner into the room wearing a fabulous skirt/jacket combo, a medium charcoal with subtle specks in the weave, almost power-suit-ish but way more chic, stockings, and gorgeous, grey swede pumps that had column-like heels. No top though, under the blazer. Needless to say she was showing lots of décolletage. Looked amazing, svelte, sophisticated, also very very sexy. She executed a lovely double-pirouette - the skirt was form-fitting, so no panty flashes (sorry, pervs). She then did a slower turn, allowing us the time to appreciate all 360 degrees of her.
Coby, "Love it Lessi. You gonna wear it to work like that...?!"
"Du-uh." Teen-snark par-excellence.
"Actually I was originally going to just put it on over the top I was wearing, even though it didn't match. But I tried it, and I just couldn't do it: looked awful. 'Pretty lame, right... but it was gross. So I tested the blazer, like this *looked down*, and figured I'm not showing much, so what the hell."
I couldn't resist, "What the hell, indeed. You know, you're probably right about the office, but you could totally wear it like that, socially."
