This is the second story in the "BFF's BF" series. I mention two other characters in this post – Tom (my husband) and Carl (my lover). If you are interested in Carl, you should scan the "Husband's Co-Worker" series. You do not need to read the others stories to enjoy this one, but they may provide some context.
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Hey kid, can you get free Wednesday night?"
I loved when he called me kid! "Maybe, it kind of depends. What are you thinking?"
"What am I thinking? I'm thinking of bending you over a couch and fucking you until you beg me to stop. And when you do, I won't. Now can you get that sweet ass to the bar Wednesday night?"
"You know I can't be seen, right?"
"Yep. You won't be seen. Not you. Now say yes, and tell me you'll bring your 'bad girl' clothes and attitude with you."
"Yes. Yes, absolutely."
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Well, my week just got more interesting! It did not, thankfully, get more challenging. I wouldn't need an excuse to be out of the house. And I wouldn't be expecting any visitors here! In fact, beginning in May and ending in August, Wednesday nights are perfect for me. My husband (Tom) and my lover (Carl) play softball together those nights. I was worried about this at first, for obvious reasons, but Carl is careful and I have grown comfortable with the complexities of our relationships.
Larry, because I caught him (see my posting 'Entrapment'), has become at least as careful as Carl. I don't get the chance to visit Larry that often, as my time is often spoken for and Larry's time is usually spent with Jessica. When we have had time for each other, it has typically been on Wednesdays and at the hotel where he works.
This arrangement works well. There are many entrances, so I can usually find my way into the hotel without being seen. Larry seems to have his pick of rooms, so we aren't limited by space. It can be difficult to time things properly, but as long as he isn't working alone, he can normally sneak away from the bar long enough to give me the room card.
I enjoy having the room to myself at the beginning and end of our dates. This allows me to visually transform myself from my real life to my fantasy life persona, and then later, to shower and slip comfortably back into reality.
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My pre-love attire this week was designed to attract as little attention as possible, or rather, to direct as little attention to my identity as possible. Dressing out of character, I wore a long green tie-dye hippy dress with earthy high-heeled sandals. I covered my shoulders with a white-cropped sweater jacket and pulled my hair back tightly under a matching white floppy hat. I wore no make-up and hid my eyes behind an oversized pair of white-rimmed sunglasses. I carried what I needed in an oversized white dome bag. I looked like someone, I am sure, but I did not look like myself!
Larry met me at the entrance. The politeness he displayed during our first meeting has faded into playfulness, and sometimes that playfulness is coarse.
"Well, just *who* the fuck are you?"
"Just give me the key card, hun. You know I need to be careful."
"Take it. I left you a note - read it before you do anything stupid, ok?" I agreed, took the card, found the room number, and - leaving Larry behind - made my way into the hotel. There are 14 floors here, so I have become familiar with the elevators. But this time my trip would take me past them, not into them.
I found, and then quickly entered, the first floor room. A large bathroom was immediately off to the left, and a short corridor led me past the bedroom into a sitting area. The room was beautiful, albeit dark due to the curtains being drawn. Larry's note was on the table in the sitting area.
"Hey kid. I can't wait for tonight! You're in a special room. The curtain hides patio doors that lead into the pool area. The doors also lead to the bar. If you open the curtain you can see me at work. If the lights are on I will be able to see you. But IF you leave the lights off, then you can see out and no one can see in. Turn off the lights, open the curtain, and call me."
This was interesting! I peeked through the curtains and I could see the bar, and the pool, and a fair number of people enjoying a Wednesday evening. Larry was working the bar with another bartender and the two of the seemed to be chatting while filling orders. I turned out the lights, called Larry, and watched him answer his phone.
"Hey hun!"
"Hey Kid. Like the room?"
"Totally! I'm going to open the curtains. Hold on."
"Alright."
"Well - can you see me?!"
"Very funny. You know I can't. I can't talk now - look at the end of the bar. I'll be visiting a few times. Be ready."
And with that he hung up, poured a glass of white wine, and brought it to the end of the bar. And that's when it clicked. Larry just poured a glass of wine for *Jessica*. I didn't expect to see Larry's girlfriend, and my good friend tonight. In fact, I hadn't thought about Jessica at all.
But Larry must have, and I think I understood his plan now.