He was standing in a dark hallway, lit only by the light from the street lamp coming through the window, and a light frame around the door to the master bedroom. It was surreal, as if there was another world behind that door. He inched his way towards it, hearing his own heart beat, his eyes getting more and more accustomed to the darkness of the house. He knew what was behind that door; it was actually his plan, his dream, his fantasy. The closer he got the louder and faster his pulse got. He could hear her. Her, his wife of short 3 years. He loved her from the moment he met her, and now she was with someone else. And it was his idea. What was he thinking?
They met in their late twenties, both good looking people, both from different worlds and backgrounds. He, Phillip, was born in Canada and came to California as a youngster with his parents, who moved with the company his dad was working for. Always an athlete, Phillip was well built, 6'4", and all the muscle he could put on during his high school and college years, playing any and all sport possible. He never had a problem with the ladies, his looks and personality made sure of that, he enjoyed the sun and parties as any other male does in that part of their lives. She, Maya, was born in Japan, to a mixed couple of white business man and Japanese beauty. She moved to California to go to college. Her dad, now back in the US after divorcing her mom few years after she was born, feeling guilty somewhat, made sure she was taken care of, and attended the best schools in the state. Now a doctor, Maya was working for hospital in a major city, being independent and proud of it. The mix of races did wonders with her body and personality. At 5'4", 100 lbs, long dark hair, slightly slant eyes, beautiful face and body to die for, she never had a problem attracting attention by anybody that passed her. Both men and women took a second look at her, women mostly in envy, even though some lusted for her just as the men did. Her personality was a great mixture as well, friendly and pleasant, yet guarded and shy.
Their first meeting was strange for both of them. They were both extremely attractive and yet both had a hard time finding partners. Not just some good fuck, but partners for life. Both occupied with their work, Maya in the hospital and Phillip with his own construction company neither had the time nor the energy to look for that special someone. It all started with Cindy, who knew Phillip from her college days, always having a crush on him, but got pregnant and married before she could pursue it any further. And now she worked with Maya in the hospital as a head nurse in her department, and since they were the same age, soon they became good friends. She ran into Phillip one day at the bank and got an idea, after finding out that he was single and available.
"You have to meet my friend I think you will really like her!" She said as they stood in line.
"I don't know I'm not into blind dates much." Yet another fix-up.
"No I'm dead serious, you have to meet this girl, trust me." Cindy insisted.
Phillip took a long look at Cindy. She was very pretty, just as he remembered. He was a little sorry he never went out with her, but before he could make a move, she was married. What a shame.
"I don't know C, I don't have time to experiment." He hoped this will work, but new better.
"Nonsense, give me your card, I'll call you later and set it up." She stood in front of him, looking up in his eyes, her hand extended waiting for the card.
He looked down in her blue eye, smiled lightly as he fished a card from his shirt pocket. She took the card and put it in her purse. They stood in the line just thinking for a while.
"So what is she like?" Phillip broke the silence.
Cindy smiled and looked up again: "Can't tell you, you have to experience her, it's not just her looks." She looked past him for a little while and added:
"I'll tell you one thing. I'm in love with her and I'm not into women." Her face was flush and she wasn't smiling. The realization hit her more than it him.
She isn't joking, Phillip thought. This just might be interesting.
They said their good byes and went their separate way. Phillip was almost ran over, as he stepped into the street just thinking about his conversation with Cindy, was she for real?
Meanwhile, Cindy got back to the hospital, and met Maya at the front door coming back from lunch.
"Do I have a dessert for you." Cindy beamed.
"What did you do this time," said Maya, remembering the time, when Cindy openly flashed her panties to a table full of guys opposite to theirs. Dessert in Cindy's dictionary meant something crazy and usually, it had to do something with sex.
"No, not me but you might soon." Cindy smiled as she related her conversation with Phillip to Maya.
"You are out of your fucking mind, there is no way I'm going on a blind date. Who is this guy anyway?"
Cindy described Phillip to her, his looks, his company, everything she new and some she didn't. The approach to pursue them was very different. Phillip had to be kept in dark, let his imagination do the job for her, and Maya had to be convinced with details. Funny how that works.
"Come on it's only a dinner, you need a night off anyway, and you just might have a good time." Cindy was looking at her with a wicked smile.
"I guess you're right, it's not like we're getting married."
"Yet!" Cindy pitched in with a smile which earned her a smack in a shoulder from Maya.
"So when it's good for you?" Cindy asked as they got out of the elevator.
"Oh, I don't know, next year?" It was Maya's turn for a smack in a shoulder.
After a further exchange Maya agreed on Saturday night dinner. She still wasn't sure about that, but Cindy was right, she needed a night out and some company other than her cat. Cindy called Phillip and gave him the date specs, which he accepted with a grunt. He told her what restaurant he had in mind and Cindy told him to be there at seven sharp. Phillip wanted to know about her a little more but hit a dry well. He will just have to see.
"Ok, bye Phee, you guys will be great together."
"If you say so. Hey wait, what's her name?" He almost forgot about that.
"Oh yea, that might help, her name is Maya."
"Maya, hmm, well thanks I guess." Why was he going through with this? Maybe he hoped Cindy's friend would look as good as Cindy did.
Saturday came slowly for both of them, but it was time to go and so they did, Phillip wondering about his mysterious date and Maya hoping that at least half of what Cindy said about Phillip was true.
He got to the restaurant five minutes early and made sure, they would bring his date to his table when she arrives. He sat down and ordered Jack Daniels straight, to kill the time.
Maya was ten minutes late. Not that she wanted to make an entrance or anything; the traffic was a killer, so she stepped in to the restaurant and looked for a single guy standing around. Maybe he left. She didn't know if she should be happy about that idea or sad. She really looked forward to a night out.
Phillip sat at his table, sipping the bourbon, looking for a desperate woman that might be his date. All of a sudden an angel came in. Dark hair, beautiful as waterfall at night, elegant, and radiant. He sat there, his mouth half open with his glass half way to his mouth, stuck like a statue of adoring lover. He froze in time, until she looked at him, more his direction that is, but their eyes met. Second maybe less, but it sure felt like everything stopped around them. Phillip closed his eyes and whispered to himself. 'God, please, let it be here.' He opened his eyes and saw her talking to the front desk waiter. 'Oh and God, make her smart too.' He was down this road before. He dated some beautiful women and girls, but aside from sex, there was nothing he could talk to them about. He knew a lot of guys like that, too, but he wasn't dating guys so that didn't bother him. He didn't want to just fuck somebody; he wanted a relationship, friendship, partnership. Sure real beauty is on the inside but if you can't get it up, it can go only so far.
'That must be the guy.' She thought as she looked him briefly in the eyes, he was as good looking as Cindy promised, no better, because Maya didn't believe her. She painted a different picture in her mind, probably to avoid disappointment. 'God, please, let it be him.' She turned to the waiter, who just finished talking with some other customer. She glanced back at the man. 'Oh and God, please make him look in my eyes.' She has been down This road before. What is it with man and their fascination with women breasts? Not that she had too much in that department, but they were nice and round and matched her small form. All the guys she went out with thought with their dicks or something. Yes there were exceptions, of course, but they were either 20 years older or turned out to be gay.
"Hi, I'm meeting a friend for dinner tonight, and I'm a little late." She smiled at the waiter.
"Let's see, do you know his name?" The waiter greeted her tits with smile. 'Seeeee!'
"Phillip."
"Phillip....?"
"I don't know his last name." Maya said blushing.
"Oh, well what's your name then?"
"Maya Smith."
"Yea, Maya, here Mr. Johnson's table. Please, follow me."
They made their way to his table. Yes, God does exist, at least partly for now. And sure enough, they stopped at his table. Phillip stood and extended his right hand. She took it and smiled.
"Hi, glad to meet you, I'm Phillip."
"Hi, Maya."
The waiter adjusted the seat for her and looked one more time down her blouse before walking off.
'Dipshit,' Phillip thought as he looked at Maya. She was so pretty. Her green eyes looked almost unreal. There was a little uncomfortable silence before Phillip said:
"Cindy sure was right."
"How is that?"
"She didn't tell me anything about you. She said it wouldn't do you justice that I need to experience you." He smiled.
