Sitting in the restaurant you can feel the stares from some of the diners there. Sipping your wine you thank the self confidence you feel and the internal comfort you have thanks to your partner. With their love and guidance you've been able to heal the emotional scars that plagued you several years ago. Before this relationship you could never have been as comfortable and confident as you are now. Your pale pink nail polish glints off the glass of wine as you set it back down on the table. Looking to one side you wink at one of the men looking at you. His embarrassment is seen by his date.
"He'll have some explaining to do!" you whisper to yourself as you smirk.
Closing your eyes and crossing your legs you inhale deeply and relax in the moment. Thinking of how exciting this night is the hours of preparation have been well worth the effort. Just two hours ago you were soaking in the oversized tub up to your neck in perfumed water and inhaling the smell of scented candles. By the time you were finally ready to step out your muscles were so relaxed it was actually hard to stand. After wrapping yourself in your plush white terry robe and walking into the bedroom it was tough to find the perfect nail polish.
"I think I chose a good color," you say looking at your extended fingers as you debate taking a warm breadstick from the table, "It is my favorite."
The pale pink nail polish was applied with great care to both your fingers and toenails. It seems silly now, coordinating your colors like that, but it's the little things that let someone know how special they are. Pulling a compact out of your purse you check your pale pink lipstick. Despite leaving some on the glass it still is perfectly in place.
"Why am I always early?" you ask yourself looking at your watch.
It would still be another 10 minutes before your date arrives. Sitting up straight in the chair and adjusting the bustier you are wearing you think back to your excitement when you were getting dressed. Everything tonight just had to be perfect. It is such an important milestone after all of the hurdles in your life. The silver and black satin and lace bustier was the obvious choice. The silver portions on the front cuts from just outside your breasts downward in a V making your already trim figure look even thinner. The push up cups and lace trim over your breasts is accented by the lace along the bottom of the bustier and the small silver satin thong. Both make you feel feminine and sexy.
"I'll see you soon," you say into the cell phone, "I love you too."
These words come easily to many people but how many really mean it? Before this relationship you were positive that you had known what true love really was. Since this relationship you are positive that you had been incorrect in the past. Being together has allowed you the inner strength you've never known before. Checking your face one more time and smoothing your shirt you giggle about the decision to wear it. Some time ago as a kind of joke or even a dare you had bought yourself a man's two piece suit, shirt and tie. All were a little too big but that's half of the fun of the outfit. Trying to button the buttons on the wrong side of the shirt had been a new twist when you pulled it on earlier. The collar is easily 3" too big and even with the blue paisley tie cinched up it hangs loosely around your neck. The navy blue pleated pants, while they are the right length, hang loosely as well around your waist. Of course that alone offers the wonderful excuse to wear the matching tan and blue suspenders that frame your breasts through the shirt. The cuffs hang perfectly around your low heels thanks to the little old tailor you had visited. The looks he had given you were beyond priceless! Finally the entire outfit is topped off with a double breasted navy blue jacket that sits just a little too big on your shoulders.
"Lonnie will certainly be surprised when she sees me in this," you say nervously fidgeting in the chair as you see just her head over by the hostess station, "Considering she'd never thought I'd ever wear it in public."
As she walks towards you your eyes meet. As always whenever your eyes meet your heart skips a beat. Tonight, seeing how she is dressed, it skips twice. Her body like yours is tall and toned. She carries her jacket over her arm as she walks towards you with her typical deliberate stride. Her dress is stunning showing a flash of her left bare silken leg with each step. The halter keyhole front accents her strong shoulders that have supported you for so long and shows just a bit of her cleavage. Wearing her hair up and back only add to her amazing look and give her neck amazing length. The full length satin dress is black with a symmetrical band of white around the top.
"You wore the suit!" She says flashing the smile that warms you to your toes.
"You look amazing as well," you say standing to greet her, "that dress is stunning."
"You haven't seen the best part yet!" She says turning around slowly revealing the low cut back with three buttons at the bottom fitting it to her body. "What do you think?"
"Lonnie you're going to make everyone here jealous," you say leaning forward and kissing her lips lightly, "the men for not being with you and the women too."
"Thank you," she says sitting next to you at the table still holding your hand, "I can't get over how great you look in that suit! And where did you get the hat?"
"It was an impulse buy a couple of days ago," you say tugging the front of the blue fedora that holds your hair neatly inside, "it just seems to fit the rest of the outfit so well. Although tucking my hair into it certainly wasn't as easy as I initially thought."
"How long did it take the waiter to figure out that you weren't a guy?" She asks smiling brightly.
"I'm sure it was well before he saw the lipstick on my wine glass," you say smiling back and staring into her deep blue eyes, "Would you like some?"
As you pour her a glass of wine the rest of the restaurant disappears. It is now just the two of you. You hold hands like anxious teenagers on a date discovering love for the first time. The only interruption is the waiter who knowing intrudes as little as possible. Even with all of the time spent together your body twitters at her touch.
"You know," she says pulling your hand to her mouth and lightly touching your fingers with her lips, "This place has a dance floor."
"Well," you say emboldened by her mere presence, "I think we should don't you?"
Her reply is a simple smile as you stand and walk behind her chair. Pulling her chair out and taking her hand. Holding her fingertips in yours the two of you weave through the tables to the dance floor. Several more traditional couples are dancing slowly to the music as the two of you make your way to the middle of the floor. As you turn your right hand moves around her tiny waist and onto her bare back. Her left hand clutches your shoulder as your bodies move together with the music. Your bodies sway and move together as your left hand holds your right tight to your chest. You aren't sure if it's the fact that you are lost in the moment or that you simply don't care but for whatever reason you can not see beyond her. Lonnie lowers her head to your shoulder causing her hair to tickle your ear as your head leans towards hers. This isn't the first time you feel lost in her arms as she holds you tightly. Your heart pounds against her arm as the song softly ends.
As you walk slowly back to the table still holding her hand some of the faces of the other patrons come into view. Amazingly they are not the judgmental faces of the narrow minded but faces or warmth and approval. Can they possibly know how much Lonnie means to you? How much she has changed and bettered your life? Maybe it shows in the way you touch, in the look on your faces as you do, who knows what it is they see but this is certainly the first time you have felt comfortable being a same sex couple out with mixed sex couples. Your friends eventually learned to accept it. For the most part it was the changes they saw in you, your elevated confidence, and the return of your smile that clued them in and made them accept Lonnie and more importantly your relationship.
The two of you sit and enjoy your quiet meal making small talk and in general just enjoying being together. When dessert comes the two of you share a chocolate brownie covered in whipped cream and warm chocolate sauce. As the time comes to leave the two of you stand and as Lonnie takes your arm you walk out together. Her hand is warm against your right elbow and you can not help but smile as you pass by people who all of a sudden realize that you are not a man in that suit. By the time you walk out the front door the two of you are giggling uncontrollably.
You escort Lonnie to your car and open the door for her holding her hand as she settles into the seat. The slit in the front of her dress rides up even further showing even more of her leg. Your eyes follow the dress as is rides up until she catches your eyes with hers.
"Want to know what else I'm wearing besides the dress Lisa?" She asks with a smirk and a wink.
"If you want to tell me," you say trying not to blush too deeply, "But you know I'd love to hear."
"Just a pair of shoes," she says smiling wide and playfully pulling the dress up a little more, "And some perfume of course."
Your smile is too big to even consider hiding as you close her door staring at the gleam in her eye. The faint click of your heels follows you around the car and your smile is still very present as you sit in the driver's seat. The two of you exchange a quick look and giggle as you start the car and pull out of the parking space. As you place your hand on top of hers the connection and electricity between you two is undeniable. The drive home is almost a blur as you can only think of what is to come. By the time you pull back into the driveway both of your nipples are so hard they ache slightly and the small satin thong you are wearing is soaked. The two of you meet in front of the car and walk arm in arm into your home.
The desire to tear Lonnie's dress off as you close the front door behind you is almost too much. She walks up to you and embraces you tightly pulling your body to hers. Her kiss is soft and tender in stark contrast to the pull of her hands and arms. Your tongue pushes between your lips and glances against hers.
"Hold that thought lover," she says looking into your eyes, "this is a night to celebrate and you need champagne to celebrate. Have a seat, I'll get it."
You reluctantly break your embrace and walk over to the couch as Lonnie turns towards the kitchen. "Oh," she says as she looks over her shoulder at you, "and don't take off anything. I want to do that myself!"
Luckily you are almost on the couch as her words and look make you feel weak in the knees. Trying to regain your bearing you sit on the couch in a "guy-like" pose with your right ankle over your left thigh showing the matching trouser socks below the cuffed heel of your pants. Lonnie returns shortly afterwards with champagne in a bucket of ice and two glasses in one hand and two three wick candles in the other. As she walks into the living room she lowers the lights. She leans forward placing it on the table in front of you and showing just a bit more of her cleavage through the keyhole opening of her dress. Lonnie places the candles on the table and lights them placing them off to the sides of the bucket. Looking up she winks at you as she catches you staring at her breasts. Even though you have lavished those breasts dozens of times with your hands and mouths being caught staring at them now causes you to blush slightly. The pop of the champagne bottle snaps you back to reality. Lonnie pours you each a stemmed glass of champagne and hands one to you as she sits down next to you. The warmth of her leg can be felt against yours as she holds her champagne glass up.
