I had been trying to get home to LA, for a visit. But, circumstances continued to conspire against me, and I had to put my trip off repeatedly. To my delight, one of my oldest friends was going to be coming to my new city! She is an actor in LA and she was coming to Vancouver, because her new boy-toy was from here and wanted to show her around his hometown. They were staying at one of the better hotels down town and we met for drinks after they checked in. After Cassinia and I greeted each other with enthusiastic hugs and kisses, "Cassie! I'm so glad to see you, I've missed you so much!" I said happily.
"Ronnie!!" she yelled. "Oh my GOD, you look HOT!" We just stood there and grinned at each other.
We are almost complete opposites in appearance and demeanor. But we think very much alike, and have had some intense life changing experiences that bond us very closely. At 5' 4", Cassie has always envied my height of 5"9". But, I have always admired her luxurious, butt-length raven ringlets. She is of Black Irish decent with large dark eyes and beautiful skin having a slight olive cast. People tend to forget her actual height as they are bowled over by her gorgeousness and enthusiasm. She was looking hot herself in black leather jeans, high heels and a silver halter top that clung in a sexy, almost liquid way, to her firm 34C breasts.
I must admit though, that I was looking pretty good. I had dressed to go dancing and was wearing tight, candy apple-red shiny vinyl pants, and a black top that had only three skinny leather straps across the back. The top showed off my 36DD breasts and the pants exaggerated the length of my legs and toned butt. In contrast to Cassinia, I have hair that changes color with my mood, currently being flaming red and big, bright green eyes. My skin is very pale and I often wear black to emphasize the contrast
Cassinia and I met at a boarding school, and throughout the years, I had heard many versions of Cassie's feelings about her sexuality. At this point, she is "mostly" hetero. I have always been very heterosexual. Several years ago, we had an intense conversation about the fact that, if I ever wanted to experiment, she wanted to be first in line. I was flattered, and told her that although, I was pretty sure I never would if ever the issue came up, I'd let her know. Now, in my late twenties, I was feeling that I had spent all my youth working hard and not playing enough. And this particular night, I was feeling reckless.
After a second, she glanced behind her and gestured, "This is my boyfriend, Jeff and his friends Christophe and Matt" I looked to the three guys behind her to see three Hollywood pretty boys. All tanned skin and chiseled physiques with faces that were beautiful and totally masculine. Turned out in the latest LA styles, they were a remarkable sight. Inwardly, I groaned, thinking, "There goes any hope of intelligent conversation...I hate actors...." My thoughts must have telegraphed across my face because Cassie grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear "Oh they're not that bad, and one of them can even spell his own name!" We giggled and started toward the bar arms wrapped around each other, leaving the boys to follow.
"Oh well," I thought, "if I'm going to be bored, I might as well drink." As we reached the bar, I caught the eye of the handsome bartender and asked for "A double black Russian, please." He merely arched a brow and began to pour my drink. Cassinia was drinking martinis with her harem and we chitchatted about the differences between Vancouver and LA.
Before long, we all had nice buzzes going and I suggested we move to the club. Everyone agreed, and we hailed a cab to one of the downtown dance clubs. Cassinia and I love to dance and we usually end up with an audience. The boys were good dancers and we had a great time dancing and drinking the night away. As the night grew later, the sexual tension was snapping amongst us. We stumbled back to the hotel and sprawled all over Cassie's room. To continue the festive mood, someone opened the bottle of Champagne the management had sent in homage to Cassinia's minor celebrity status.
Between the booze and the sexual electricity, we had all gotten pretty friendly and were draped over one another carelessly. Cassinia and I were entwined on the love seat with her boy friend Jeff next to us, on the floor. Christophe was hogging the bed and Matt was trying to find glasses for the Champagne. Cassie said "Hurry up! I'm thirsty!" and then just grabbed the bottle from his hand and began to drink. She drank too much, too quickly and the Champagne began to spill everywhere as she laughed. "Cassie!" I began disapprovingly, but then we caught each other's eyes. Holding my stare, she dared "Well, then help me clean it up." I felt a corner of my mouth lift in response to her challenge, leaned forward, and began to lick the Champagne from her cleavage.