Introduction
A little insight into my naivety and a friend of mine might help for the story. Sherry and I work for a company that has over eight hundred employees just in the main office alone. We are interracial in employee mix but Sherry and I never socialized outside of our white mid-western upbringing. In fact, we never even discussed interracial relationships.
Our group consists of ten women taking orders and processing them after we have cleared the credit hurdles for the customers, etc. The age of the group spans fifty-five to twenty one. Sherry and I are both twenty-eight. We both started to work together the same day and have become close friends. She is married but suspects her husband is cheating. I am single. Sherry has black hair and the greenest eyes. She weighs maybe one-hundred and ten pounds soaking wet and maybe reaches five-feet five inches. On the other hand, I am 120 pounds at five-foot seven inches, with naturally light blond hair and blue eyes, because of my Scandinavian ancestry.
Her "B" cups make her look like she has a lot for the guys because of her frame compared to my "C" cup.
We both play in summer league volleyball and winter league bowling. We both party after the games. By partying, I mean pizza, beer and dancing. I do not have a study boyfriend so sleep around when the urge takes over.
It was early September. On a Tuesday morning, we all had invitations by inter-office e-mail to watch a team that a fellow employee was a member of, compete for the local cricket championship.
The fellow extending the invitation was black and worked in the engineering group. His name is Charles. Charles is a good-looking guy showing no signs of the beer gut. I guess he keeps in shape playing sports. Sherry and I talked it about it at lunch and decided why not. We knew nothing about the game cricket. The weather forecast was for it to be a great weekend and we had no other plans. Her hubby was supposed to be fishing with some buddies.
The story:
Sherry and I went to the park at 10:00 AM to watch the game. There must have been two-hundred people there to watch. We had no idea the game was so popular.
Both teams were interracial but the black males outnumbered the white about 2-1.
We knew nothing of the game and listened as people spoke to pickup on the logistics of the game. We soon understood most of it. The fellow co-worker's team won the championship.
As we were leaving the park, Charles came rushing up and said, "I was sure glad seeing some of the office staff here watching the game. Here is a special invitation for you both to a party for the team. The directions are in the envelope. It will be an outdoor Barbeque with a rock and roll band and some island music also. Hope you two can make it." We thanked Charles and congratulated him on making some scores.
As we were walking to the car, we chatted about the invitation. We looked at the map and saw that the party was going to be at a house, on a lake, where the real estate lots start at a million dollars. We decided it probably would be our only chance in a lifetime to see how some people live.
Since we did not know the area, we drove to a hotel in the area and then took a cab so as not to get lost.
When we were in the vicinity, we could see cars parked on the street from the overflow. The drive was clear so the cab pulled up to the front door using the circular drive. Our mouths hung open from the size of the mansion. The door opened and a white hand extended itself from one side and a black hand from the other side to help us out of the cab. We were asked for the invitations. We thrashed and found them stuffed in our little purses. The white guy, dressed in a butler suit asked the cabby driver how much. The cab fare was then paid by the white guy. Both Sherry and I looked at each other in shock. We felt out of place being in jeans and just a halter-top. However looking around, others were walking up the drive dressed as us so we relaxed.
The black guy pointed us to the door and escorted us. Upon reaching the door, we were offered wine or colas. The female servers, a mix of white and black females, were dressed in very skimpy, black and white uniforms. Some might call them Apron Baby Doll uniforms. There was lots of cleavage, a black G-string so butt cheeks showed and then a white see through apron letting one know that the mound was covered in black material. Sherry and I smiled at each other. After taking the wine, we were pointed in the direction of the back yard. As we walked, we kept saying to each other, "Wow, look at that or look at this." The home, lavishly decorated, even smelled of money.
The food displayed on a table for self-service, looked so inviting and luscious. The band was into full swing. Charles walked up with a big grin, thanked us for coming, and then said, "Let me introduce you to the host."
In the few minutes it took to reach the host, Charles asked us what we thought about the game and asked if we were hooked enough to watch next season games. We giggled and smiled.
The hosts were a couple in their mid-40, so it appeared. He was a lawyer and went by John and she was an interior designer going with Heather. He was black and she was white. My heart skipped a beat seeing how handsome he was and thinking about him doing her. After some idle chat, some other players brought up guest to be introduced so Charles excused us and we headed for more wine and dancing. For some reason I was feeling this glow that I have never experienced before with wine and assumed it was the warm afternoon. Some people were swimming in the huge outdoor pool. I tested the water and it was so nice. I wish they had mentioned a suit.
Sherry and I danced with so many fellows, both black and white. Our feet were so sore that we took our shoes off. We commented to each other often of how great the party was. When they played island music, the black guys would grab us and teach us the wiggles. We had enough wine in us we just enjoyed.
During a break, Heather saw Sherry and me sitting and walked over to us to ask how we were enjoying ourselves and if we needed anything. With my big mouth I said, "I sure wish I had known about the pool. That water is so inviting."
"Come with me, we are about the same size. Let me fix you up with a suit. Do you want a suit also, Sherry?"
