Sometimes the world seems a dull old place, thought Renny, as she contemplated the gray, overcast Michigan sky through her apartment window one Wednesday afternoon. Her mood was as cheerless as the weather. What you need girl, she said to herself, is something to lift your spirits…
thinks
…what haven't I done for ages that might do the trick? I know! I'll invite Amy and Sue over, get in plenty of good wine and we'll have a girls' night in.
Now, Renny, Amy and Sue had been the closest of friends for years. There's nothing they didn't share with one another; they trusted each other implicitly. It was in their teens that the 'terrible trio' (as they were then known) first became inseparable. Over the subsequent two decades, the bond between them had only grown stronger. They had rejoiced in one another's triumphs and consoled one another in times of heartache or anguish.
Renny phoned Amy then Sue and was elated to hear that they were both up for it and that all three had no other commitments that Friday night. Over the years, their 'girls' nights in' had become something of a ritual or institution, generally taking place every two months of so. But since Sue's marriage to Mike (who seemed to resent his wife having such close, longstanding ties with the two women, and who knew they did not care much for him), their girly get-togethers had become less frequent; the last one had been as long as six months ago.
* * *
The thought of Friday night acted like a tonic on Renny, though her improved mood was not matched by any improvement in the weather. But the dreary, leaden sky no longer reflected her own feelings. She simply couldn't wait to see the girls. She loved the way that, as the wine loosened their tongues, the talk invariably turned to sex. Amy was the most daring and outrageous of the three in sexual matters; she delighted in giving graphic descriptions of her latest sexual shenanigans and indiscretions about whom she'd paired off with and how they'd performed. These lurid accounts of her hectic sex life were arousing, hilarious and shocking by turns, and made the other girls feel readier to share their own sexual experiences, especially Sue, always a little shy in sexual matters.
* * *
Amy arrived first, bearing two bottles of red wine and a bag that she held out to Renny saying "Present!" Renny hugged her, stretched up to kiss her cheek and said, "Oh Amy, you shouldn't have. If I'd known I'd've got you something."
"Nonsense!" said Amy, a tall woman of strong opinions forthrightly expressed. "Your hospitality for the night is gift enough. Well don't just stand there girl, open it." Renny snapped open the bag and, with a sharp intake of breath, drew from it and held up a black, silk basque, elaborately decorated with red lace. This, as Amy well knew, was just the kind of sexy, alluring garment that Renny loved. She kissed Amy again and led her through to the lounge. Renny laid out the basque on the back of the sofa and poured them both a drink.
Just then, the ring of the doorbell announced Sue's arrival and, shortly after, Renny ushered the third friend into the lounge. Sue too had brought a couple of bottles of wine with her. Amy got up and embraced Sue, greeting her as always as, "Sue the mouse. Great to see you, little Sue. The mouse is in the house and now we are three!" Sue smiled weakly and even fabricated a little laugh but she looked wan and dejected.
Renny poured her a drink. "Everything alright babes?"
"Fine," said Sue. "Everything's fine."
Renny and Amy exchanged concerned glances. Renny silently mouthed the word "Later" at Amy, tilting her head sideways to indicate Sue. Amy nodded agreement. They would get to the bottom of Sue's unhappiness later, when she'd got some drink down her and loosened up a bit.
"Well Sue," said Renny, brightening things up, "It's been six months and we've missed you. It's a real treat to see you at last and have the old triumvirate back together again." She poured and distributed more drinks, raised her own glass and said, "Here's to the three of us!"
"The three of us," echoed Amy and Sue.
"Thanks Renny," said Sue. "I've really missed you too, both of you. But the pair of you still get together regularly don't you? Just like we always did?"
"True," said Amy, "But it's just not the same without you Sue, without the three of us. Not a proper girls' night in." Amy could and should have left it there, but didn't. "I mean, that selfish fuck of a husband of yours, how dare he stop you seeing your two best friends in the world. You ought to stand up to him, girl, before he-"
"How's work, Sue?" interrupted Renny, noting how Amy's clumsy outburst caused Sue to frown sadly.
Amy's tactlessness for once embarrassed her into silence. She poured and passed round more wine and for half an hour or so, the women talked about their jobs, the comings and goings of mutual friends, movies and concerts they'd seen and, before long, a modicum of cheerfulness was restored. During a lull in the conversation, Sue pointed to the back of the sofa and said, "What's that?"
"That? It's a basque," Renny told her, holding it up and displaying it to her. Amy bought it for me. Lovely isn't it? Here, have a feel of it," she said, passing it to her.
"It's beautiful," trilled Sue, caressing the garment. "The material feels…gorgeous."
"Ren, why not try it on?" suggested Amy.
"What, now?" queried Renny.
"Yes now," replied Amy, "See if it's your size. If not I'll change it tomorrow."
Amy's words caused the merest tingle of excitement in Renny's stomach. She'd wanted to try it on ever since she'd first seen it. She couldn't wait to find out how sexy and sensual she would look and feel in it. "Hmm," she sighed and smiled slyly at Amy. "I've got just the stockings and panties to go with this; they'll match it a treat. You two just talk among yourselves while I go and slip them on."
She soon collected the items from her bedroom drawer but, in the mischief of her excitement, as she undressed and put them on, she decided to go further and give herself an erotic makeover to do justice to the basque.
After some time, Renny re-entered the lounge. Sue emitted a startled little squeak when she saw her, while Amy just said "Wow!" as a lascivious grin spread over her face. For Renny had returned wearing black silk stockings and suspenders, a bright red thong and stiletto heels and, oh yes, a large pair of silver earrings. Her lipstick matched the bright red of her thongs and she had added rouge and mascara. She had also applied a few dabs of her favorite perfume. She was topless, her nipples hard and jutting.
"You gonna help me on with this basque, girl?" she asked Amy. "Tie me at the back?"
"Sure," grinned Amy, getting up. "Be delighted."
Renny knocked back a large swig of wine and said, "I'll just lose the suspender belt." Once this was discarded and tossed on the sofa, Amy stood behind her and placed the basque around her torso. "Tell me if I tie too tight," she said as she fastened the criss-crossing series of stays at the back. "Gotta say Ren, it looks like a good fit." Renny meanwhile attached the clips hanging down to her stocking tops.
When the job was done, Amy turned Renny to face her and stood back, looking her up and down. She gave a long whistle and said "My god, Ren. You sure make a real classy tart. I swear no whore ever looked so fucking stylish! When I saw it I thought 'Ren'll just love this'. And I just knew you'd look fabulous in it."
"Well thank you for the compliment, darling," said Renny, "And most of all thank you for the wonderful gift. It fits perfectly, feels fantastic and, yes Amy, I do enjoying dressing to please. I shall wear it next time I mean to give a lover an extra special treat." With studied nonchalance, Renny turned her back to the girls, bent forward and poured them all another drink and sat down, excited at having given them an exhibitionist little display of her rear-end. "What d'you think, Sue?" Sue just gazed at her in wonder. All she could say was, "You look incredible, Renny. So sexy!"
Amy said, "You know what, Sue? Ren's just loving sitting there with us gawping at her dressed as Miss Fucking Sex Fantasy. And as for that ass-wiggling little display a moment ago, she knows we've both got a bit of bi in us and she's teasing us."
"I beg your pardon, Amy," protested Renny. "
You
bought me this and, may I remind you, it was your idea I try it on. So don't complain if it turns me into a total sexpot. And, I might add," she added, "I'm not changing out of it now I've put it on. I'm staying like this for the rest of the evening, so deal with it!"
"Hark at her, Sue," countered Amy. "She's tormenting us and loving it and getting hot making us drool. Bet you 50-1 that her cunt's moist and getting wetter by the minute."
Renny, who was quite used to this kind of talk from Amy, took her friend's profanity in her stride. "I won't deny, Amy darling, that I'm a little damp between the legs. Before sleep tonight, I shall retire to my boudoir and make full use of my number one."
Amy tipped back her head and hooted with laughter at this. Sue looked puzzled. "What's your number one?" she asked.
"It's my favorite vibrator, honey," explained Renny. "I've collected seven or eight over the years. But there's one that gives me more pleasure, more easily, than all the others. And so I call it my number one."
* * *
Sensing that Sue felt relaxed among friends now, and seeing that she was indeed a bit drunk, Renny decided to broach the ticklish subject of whether she'd found happiness with Mike. "Listen Sue," she began cautiously, "Along with Amy, I'm your oldest friend and, because I see so little of you these days, I'm concerned about how happy you are in your marriage. I know Amy would say the same." Amy nodded. "So we only as this because we care about you, because we give a damn. Are you finding much satisfaction, much happiness, in married life? If you don't mind me asking?"
Sue sighed heavily. "No Renny," she said, "In fact I'm relieved you have asked. If your question is meant sexually, then I'm afraid Mike and I are a complete disaster. Sex, more or less since the honeymoon, is a total no-no."
"Surely not!" said Renny, shocked. She went over, put her arms around Sue and sat down on the beanbag beside her.
