Violet was frantic. Since she was planning on telling Paul she had decided to be in an exclusive girlfriend/boyfriend relationship and intending to have sex with him tonight, she wanted to look perfect for this evening. She'd taken out several outfits and had tried them on to no avail. She wasn't satisfied. She checked the clock: it was 6:10 pm, she had to get going. Luckily she'd already done her hair and make up the clothes were the final piece of the puzzle. She pulled back some items in her closet to reveal a bright red wrap dress she'd bought a few months ago but had never worn. It was some kind of clingy fabric with a deep v-neck and skirt that swung around her thighs. Well, she thought it looked good when she tried it on in the store, let's see if I can handle it tonight. She put it on and decided she did look really good in the dress. Everything was where it was supposed to be and she'd bought a black lace bra and matching black lace thong that went well under this sexy dress. Her breasts were at attention and looking gorgeous and, well, her butt as usual was any man's dream, she thought: nice, high and round. She pulled out a pair of black strappy Manolo Blahnik sandals that looked perfect with the outfit and a black wrap.
She heard the doorbell ring. She looked at her self in the mirror and said, "Violet, this is your night. Your man and you better enjoy it." She picked up her purse and headed downstairs.
She walked down the steps to the front door. She could see Paul's head through the windows at the top of the door. She opened it and almost fell dead. When does this man ever stop looking devastatingly sexy and handsome? Paul was wearing a pair of black slacks, a black fitted turtleneck sweater with a light charcoal gray jacket over it and black Italian loafers. He looked good in black.
Paul looked at her in that red dress and thought 'wow'. He wanted to peel it right off of her and take her standing in the doorway. She was pure enticing sex and he wanted some of it, right now.
"Hi Paul," she said, smiling up at him.
"Hello Violet, you look amazing," he complimented her.
Violet still wasn't used to compliments from him so she looked down and said, "thank you, you don't look bad yourself. I really like your sweater."
"Thanks. It's cashmere. You can touch if you want." He said teasingly.
"That's okay," she said, but she did want to touch it and touch him without it on. She was dying to touch him without any clothes on.
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips gently. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah. Did you get a chance to map out Pam's address?"
"Oh that's okay, I have a navigator in the car and I programmed it in so we should be fine."
"Oh." Violet turned and locked her door and Paul looked down at her luscious rump encased in that red slip of nothing. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but the gentlemen in him was calling him to be respectful.
She turned and he took her hand as they walked to the car.
"Oh wow, you brought out the Fastback" she said excitedly.
"Yeah, I brought out the Fastback. I relish any chance I can get to drive it. Would you like to drive it?"
"Are you joking? Don't play with me like that, Paul."
He laughed, "No I'm not joking, you can drive it. You have as much respect for this automobile as I do so I trust you." He handed her the keys.
If Violet hadn't been in those spike heeled sandals she would have jumped up down and done cartwheels on the sidewalk.
She eased in behind the wheel as Paul got in on the passenger's side and leaned back. Violet noticed he seemed awfully relaxed for a man who was about to put his prized automobile in the hands of woman he didn't know especially well, although they had been getting to know each other. She turned and looked at him for a moment. "Are you sure about this?" she asked again.
"Yes, Violet, I am 100 percent sure. I know you know how to drive a sensitive sports car and I trust you behind the wheel of my automobile."
"I'm glad you do, because I wouldn't trust anyone to drive my Corvette."
He leaned over the center console and said, "Well, maybe someday as we get closer, you'll trust me to drive it." Then he put his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a warm, passionate kiss.
Violet let her hands roam up his sturdy arms to grasp him tightly and allowed her tongue to dance in his mouth. He kissed her with a smooth abandon, his arms coming down to take her and draw her closer, he felt her lips soft against his and her tongue swirling within the cavern of his mouth. She was kissing him like a woman on the verge of starving for his kisses he had been thinking about this all day but was surprised that this lustful display was happening so soon, he'd been planning on wooing her later when they got back to his house. He didn't want to stop but he knew if they didn't they would be late for Pam's dinner party or not make it at all. He let his hands glide down her arms to her hands and held them and decreased the pressure of his mouth on hers. As he pulled back so they situated themselves in the seats to get ready to actually leave his eyes opened and he saw a look of wholesale passion on her face. He hadn't been sure about whether she would give their possible relationship a chance but in her face he saw it: the hope to be loved by him, the hope to be happy, and he wanted to make sure he didn't ever let her down.
She opened her beautiful, soulful brown eyes and looked at him and said, "Let's get over to Pam's, sweetheart."
Paul smiled. That was her first time using a term of endearment for him. He liked it and he liked having a new girlfriend.
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As usual, Pam's house was the liveliest place on her block even with eight people. Pam lived in a 60's style, brick ranch with rows of windows on the back that looked out onto Lake Washington. Her dining room and living room area sat at the back of the house by the windows with the view of the lake. In the background, Brazilian samba was playing and they were relaxing and enjoying a dinner of Asian and Argentine fusion, the majority prepared by Alejandro. He was the most wonderful cook in the world and Pam's absolute heart but she didn't always show it. Alejandro was 6 ft tall, black curly hair cut short, a muscular body and hairy as the sasquatch. Tonight he had on sandals, khaki pants and some kind of shirt in light blue that looked native to Argentina. Pam was wearing a black cocktail dress with a fringe on the bottom. She did have on pair of low black mules but those had been tossed to the side for bare feet about half way through dinner. They were a cute couple but the fights they had were the best: two passionate people (one was a lawyer) and a disagreement, it was great to watch. Once Violet had to leave a bar they were arguing so loud, they soon were tossed out themselves for being too rowdy.
Nedra and Damien were in love even after 10 years of marriage and 7 year old twin boys. They sat at the table hugged up closely as the conversation kicked into high gear. Damien was bald as a cue ball with huge dimples and had skin the color of butterscotch. He was very handsome and Violet had envied the love shared between him and her best friend when they first married but now she was just happy that they were so happy. Damien treated Nedra like a queen. He'd just bought her a new car for her birthday and not a mini-van either, a Lexus. They looked wonderful this evening. Nedra had found a pair of wide leg white linen pants with a matching white linen chemise. She and Damien had decided to at least match in color because he was wearing a pair of white jeans, white t-shirt and white jean jacket. It was almost too sickening for Violet to look at she giggled to herself.
Leonard had shown up with someone new named Oleg who looked Arabic. He was lot taller, thinner, better looking and younger than Leonard. Leonard was such a sugar daddy, but he looked good. He was an immaculate dresser when it came to times like these: three piece slate gray suit, hot pink shirt and a pink and yellow bow tie. You had to admire Leonard's mode of dress. Oleg was just in black skinny jeans, one of those multi-colored button down shirts and some black dress shoes.
Everyone was having a rousing and wonderful time, food was being eaten slowly but surely and it was delicious. Pam and Alejandro were telling wonderful stories of their trip to Argentina to meet his parents, who had not been fans of Argentina's President Fujimora or Pam, since she was Japanese too. The wine was flowing, they were on their fifth bottle and the laughter was getting raucous. Paul had decided to forgo drinking for the evening because of the way Violet felt about drunk driving.
"Oh Paul, you're a newcomer here, so you have to get used to us." Pam told him sympathetically.
"It's okay, I think I'm already used to you guys," he reassured her.
"As I was saying, my mother was eyeing Pam the whole meal and Pam doesn't speak Spanish so I could hear my mother and my sister Bianca talking in the kitchen. I was terrified because it wasn't nice at all." Alejandro said laughing.
"Yeah, later Alejandro told me they were calling me names, saying my butt was flat and I looked pasty. I was horrified."
"The worse part is my father kept laughing at the things they said, he couldn't stop laughing. I was so upset. I was going to break down and say something but Pam did it first." Everyone looked at Pam. They all knew she had a big mouth and didn't hold her tongue for anyone.
