"Oh God Janey, you know how I hate the blind date thing," I groaned into the phone as my best friend tried to convince me yet again to double date with her and her boyfriend Chris.
"But Maia, it wouldn't really be a date. His friend Andrew is coming in from the east coast and he promised to show him around L.A., take him out and get him drunk, you know, typical guy stuff. I don't wanna be the only woman there in that sea of testosterone," she laughed, hoping to cajole me into joining the three of them for what promised to be a wild night of partying.
I sighed heavily. "OK fine, but you owe me…again," I said, rolling my eyes but smiling.
"You're the best! By the way, I asked Chris if this guy is hot and he said 'chicks seem to like him,' so who knows, maybe you'll actually have a good time," she said teasingly.
"Yeah, yeah, like I said, you owe me. So I'll see you when, around 8?"
"Yeah, we'll come by and pick you up. See you then!"
I sighed again to myself, wondering why I let Janey talk me into these things. Actually, I had one pretty good reason – I had had something of a crush on her since we met while working in the same office building about 6 months before. She's nothing less than a knockout: 5' 8", long wavy red hair and a voluptuous hourglass figure with full DD breasts, a trim waist, a perfectly round ass and legs that go on forever. I would often fantasize about the two of us together, how her body would contrast with mine since I'm on the shorter side – about 5' 4" – slim, with long dark hair and small breasts. I'm bisexual –I never came out and asked her if she was too, but there were times when I swore she was looking at me with just a little more than friendly intentions. I supposed that someday I would get the nerve to ask her if she was interested in being more than just friends, but for now I just kept my fantasies a secret, only letting them out when I was laying in bed at night with a vibrator pressed to my clit, imagining what it would be like to dive into that sweet pussy that I knew she must have. Feeling my own pussy tingling just at the beginnings of these thoughts, I shook off them off and got ready for my big night out.
Chris's BMW glided down the street and stopped in front of my apartment at a few minutes after 8. I heard the horn honk and came out, walking at a moderate pace since I had chosen my particularly high heels for the occasion along with my trusty black minidress, the one that I know I always look good in. Of course, I always think Janey outshines me with her ample boobs and mile long legs, but I work with what I've got. As I approached the car, I saw who I assumed to be Andrew lean over and open the back door for me. I slid into the back seat next to him and my breath caught for a minute when I glimpsed his face…oh yeah, I could see why Chris said the women liked him, he was amazing looking: short light brown curly hair, brilliant blue eyes, goatee, strong jaw, and from what I could tell a pretty damn hot body as well. We made our introductions and then settled into the backseat as Chris drove us to the restaurant/club where we would be spending the evening. This might be more fun than I thought!
***
"So, you guys about ready to head out?" Janey asked.
I glanced at my watch and was startled to see that it was already after 1:00 am. The night had flown by and I didn't want it to end yet. Andrew and I had totally clicked and the sexual tension had been high all night. I'm not the type to fuck on the first date, but I was seriously considering making an exception to that rule. Janey had noticed the chemistry too and I could see the gears turning in her head on how she was going to make sure the night didn't end too early.
"Wow, I had no idea it was so late already," I said, playing the good girl role as I do so well.
"Late? It's only 1:00…why don't we all go back to my place and hang out?" She shot me a wicked glance and at that moment I was in total agreement.
"Sounds good to me," Andrew agreed, smiling at me.
Janey grabbed Chris and we all headed back to the car and then back to Janey's place. Once there, we settled ourselves into her plush couches as she went into the kitchen to get a bottle of wine and some glasses. We were all a little tipsy already, with the exception of Chris, who, as designated driver, was drinking club soda. As usual, Janey looked amazing in her tight black tshirt, low rise jeans and high heeled sandles, her lush red hair falling loose to the middle of her back. Chris caught me staring at her ass as she swayed into the kitchen.
"Nice, isn't it?" he said.
