My wife, Marie, and I were invited to an out of town wedding recently. We didn't know many of the guests, and like most weddings of this type, were seated with other out of town guests. After the usual introductions, friends of the bride or groom questions, comments on the meal (usually chicken!), and the like, we sat and socialized with the couple next to us. They were an African American couple, Greg and LaTonya, both around our age. As we talked, we discovered that we had much in common, though we knew the bride, and they knew the groom. The talk flowed easily through dinner and continued during the dessert course. By the time the bar reopened and the band started up, we were pretty much spending the rest of the reception with this couple. LaTonya wanted to dance, and as Greg and I weren't much of dancers, Marie and LaTonya went out to tear up the dance floor. They were quite good dancers, and as Greg and I both agreed on, both were nice eye candy.
Marie was wearing the standard black dress, black stockings, and nice heels. LaTonya had on a understated blouse and slacks with heels. After a several dances, the girls came back a bit winded and in need of a drink, nothing that a few rum and cokes couldn't quench. A few drinks later the conversation come around to that LaTonya and Marie were to two best dressed and best looking women there. Giggling, they went back to the dance floor and spent most of the reception dancing, returning fairly often to refill drinks. As the reception was winding down, LaTonya suggested that we continue this party at their hotel room upstairs from the reception. She asked if we would be interested in smoking some pot, as she was a smoker, but Greg was not. I do not smoke, but Marie used to smoke in college. I had to warn them that she gets very horny when high, but LaTonya laughed and said that she hoped so, as she also got very horny when high.
