"Everything is arranged," Veronica says.
She sits down at our table, sips her coffee, smiles at me.
I'm uneasy. It's a hot idea, but I'm really not that adventurous. No, this idea isn't just hot, it's wild. Crazy wild.
"Veronica, are you sure about this?"
"I thought we agreed. You're not backing out, are you?"
"No."
"Good. It's all set up. They have the room number and they said she'll be there at nine sharp. Her name is Maria."
Last week the idea seemed like a marvelous lark. We would have an "escort" service send a girl to us in a hotel. A few wild hours to celebrate the beginning of our third year together. Everyone says the average lesbian relationship lasts two years, but we're starting our third. Veronica thought of a way to celebrate, and last week the idea did excite me.
But now I don't know. Yes, I do know -- I'm still excited, but I'm uncertain about it. Uncertain about what? I don't really know. Anyway, it's too late, the arrangements have been made. I agreed, didn't I?
Veronica and I leave the restaurant and walk the two blocks to the hotel where we've reserved a room. I'm sorry about the hotel now, because I think I'd be more comfortable in our apartment. But Veronica insisted on the hotel room. She never likes strangers coming to our place. Silly, isn't it? I wouldn't mind it at home at all.
It's a good hotel, not cheap. Veronica never likes anything cheap. We ride the elevator to the sixteenth floor, and once we're inside the large luxuriously appointed room I feel much better.
Veronica kisses my lips lightly, her fingers pinching one of my nipples through my blouse. "Why don't the two of us stay the night here afterwards? We'll have room service bring us breakfast in bed."
I tell her I'd love it. What a marvelous idea!
Precisely at nine o'clock, someone knocks on the door. Veronica goes to the door, opens it, and a tall brunette walks in smiling at us.
"Hi, I'm Maria. I'm not late, am I?"
She's stunning, maybe twenty-five, long dark hair, dark eyes, a willowy figure in a tight red dress, sheer dark hose and strap sandals with stiletto heels.
Now it's Veronica who is not so confident. Maria is more than we expected. Much more. I actually thought we might have a bubble-gum chewing bimbo on our hands, but this is something else.
Veronica introduces us. Maria smiles, looks at us warmly. "If you have something to drink, I'd love it."
"Scotch? There should be some in that little bar."
"That's fine." She puts her purse down on the dresser, and she walks to the window to look at the lights of the city. "Nice view, isn't it?"
The view I'm looking at is nice also. What I'm looking at is her round ass. Her dress is so tight the curve of each cheek is visible. Her legs are lovely too, with full calves and slender ankles.
Veronica brings each of us a drink, and then she returns with her own.
Maria lifts her glass and says: "I can see you're both nervous. But just relax and we'll have a great time."
Veronica has recovered some of her poise. "Do you often get two...?
"Two women?"