Note to the readers:
This is the first story posted to lit. It actually goes way toward the end of the Cheryl series. (Think of it as being like Star Wars or something).
Also note, this is the next logical chapter after the surprise visit and BEFORE the New Years Party.
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The room was dark, but it started coming into focus as my eyes slowly fluttered open. The room was dimly light by the flashing light from the VCR clock which had not been reset after a recent power outage.
I found myself squinting, looking at the glowing green clock, trying to make out the time, in spite of the fact that it was flashing a continuous 12:30 for the last two days, and figure out just exactly where I was.
At some point I must have nodded off to sleep during the movie we had been watching. The TV had long ago been shut off, leaving my husband and myself, snuggled together on the floor with another couple and a single young black gentleman who was close friends with my husbands sister (Tammy). We all wound up having to spend the night on that cold and stormy December night.
The storm had blown up almost out of nowhere and without warning on the night that we went to visit Tammy and her family. Coincidentally, they were having a small party for her husband's work at their house that night, and several other couples also happened to be there.
As evening approached, four inches of snow had fallen within a half an hour and the winds had picked up, making the roads rather quickly turn to a drifted danger zone. Most of the couples started to leave early, but it became apparent that those of us who had traveled much of a distance might have to consider staying.
Our hosts cordially offered my husband, myself, another couple and Bob the comfort of their living room furniture and floor as refuge from the mounting blizzard outside. It had gotten later, conversations had dwindled down, and a perfectly forgettable movie with Clint Eastwood was put on to help us all get to sleep.
As I lay there awake, trying to remember just where in the world I was, it occurred to me that I was suddenly wide awake -- and going straight back to sleep would likely prove hopeless.
As I lay there, I commanded my body to go back to sleep, but it simply wasn't listening. So I lay there trying to remember exactly when, during the movie, I had fallen asleep. I was actually laying on the couch asleep, and my husband was slumped over in the old brown recliner.
Teresa and Bob were snoozing on the floor with a blanket over them. Slightly separated from the couple, lay Tyrone, tightly zipped up in a sleeping bag, and sleeping soundly.
The kitchen light was still on and I could see that we had actually left the living room in a bit of a mess. We had made daiquiris throughout the evening, and I could make out the empty bottle of Tequila laying over on the floor next to the chair where my husband Chris lay gently snoring.
As I struggled to remember when I had fallen asleep, my mind jumped back to some of the crazy things that had happened earlier in the evening.
Even though we were visiting his sister and attending a small Christmas party, Chris had practically begged me to dress a bit sexy that night. I reluctantly agreed to allow him to pick out my outfit for me that night, as long as he didn't take it too far overboard.
I pretty much knew what he would pick for me to wear before he even did it anyway. Chris always loved when I would wear stockings and garter belts, normally a fairly low-cut blouse, high heels, and somewhat short miniskirts. I have a fairly new outfit just like this that is both his an my favorite. However, it is normally more for a night out on the town -- alone together -- than in a room full of strangers!
I have to admit I was reluctant, and nervous, but Chris talked me into it when he told me his sister and their friends were not exactly overly conservative and that I certainly would NOT stand out in the crowd. I told him he better not be lying to me and that if I looked like a call girl on display amongst a room full of conservative old cronies that he would be sleeping on the couch. Little did I know, I would end up being the conservative one! (and ironically enough, sleeping on the couch myself!)
I did look pretty sexy that night, and it did not seem to escape the attention of many of the men at the party. Almost everyone at the party was a couple, with the exception of Tyrone. Not only was Tyrone the only black person at this party, but he stood out in many ways from the rest of the group. For one thing, he was at least a good foot to foot and a half taller than everyone in the room. And he wasn't just tall. He was a very large and muscular man. I found out sometime, during the course of the evening that he also played linebacker in a semi-professional football league back where he came from. And not only was he large, but he was also extremely attractive and had a wonderful personality and sense of humor to boot. So, needless to say, he seemed to capture and hold the center of attention from nearly everyone at the party that night.
Another person who seemed to capture the attention of the entire room was the wife of another of Tammy's friends. Her name was Teresa. All of my feelings of insecurity at what I had chosen to wear had melted away at the sight of this hot young blonde. She wore an outfit similar to mine, but it definitely pushed the limits more in every way than mine. She had on a low-cut blouse, a shorter than short black skirt that showed off her black stockings. I suspect she ALSO was wearing garters. This girl was a total fearless social flirt as well. Her husband didn't seem to mind at all either, even though she spent much of the night openly and obviously flirting with Tyrone!
Myself, I tried to stick pretty close to my husband and blend! There were times during this evening where that would become rather difficult to do. In addition, there would be things I would learn about my husband, as well as myself that night! (Not to mention some fairly amazing things about Teresa and her husband!)
The snow had just started falling, and the party was at it's height, with roughly about 25 different couples milling throughout the house. I had met Tammy and her husband a couple of other times during the few short months Chris and I had been married. They were very nice people, great hosts, and threw a wonderful party.
The men at the party definitely noticed my outfit. On several occasions, when a wife wasn't looking, I caught guys trying to look down my top or checking out my legs. I have to admit it was a bit un-nerving to me, but I suspected that Chris was loving every minute of it! Wherever I went ---as long as Teresa wasn't in the same room, I found men staring. Teresa tended to be a bit of a show stealer though. I noticed that she had a bit of a large and fairly well defined bubble butt. This seemed to hypnotize guys wherever she went! I also noticed that Tyrone seemed to stick close by her and her husband as well. Like glue! I could tell, just from what I had seen so far that he was definitely infatuated with her! Her taking the limelight did not bother me at all. In fact, it was a bit of a relief. But when I did venture away from her, I was forever feeling the men of the rooms stares. At some point during the night, Tammy found me talking with a few couples in the living room. She came up & whispered to me:
"I think we're almost completely out of ice. Would you do me a huge favor and run down to the basement and grab a few bags & bring them up for me?"
"Sure, no problem. Are they in that large deep freeze down there?"
