"Please Sis! You know I would do it for you!"
"Bullshit. Remember Tommy Johnson?"
"Yeah, but he was a total asshole. You and I both know it." I couldn't argue with that. But this was different.
"But what if she wants to kiss me or something?" I loved my sister but come on, there were some lines I couldn't cross.
Trinity laughed, then coughed, almost hacking up a lung. "So, what if she does? You get a free meal, you get a kiss, you drive home. Come on, Dee. Please?" I hated when she did that. Trinity looked so pathetic that I had to say yes.
Even though we were twins and looked so much alike that even our parents were fooled sometimes, there was one major difference between us. Trinity was a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian and I was straight as an arrow. Of course, I was the only one she confessed that to.
We'd moved out of our parent's home and into an apartment in the city as we were both attending the same university. We were lucky as daddy said he would pay for everything, even our utilities, as long as we kept our grades up.
Trin and I still were the best of friends and often confided in each other. I was between boyfriends as she was right about Tommy. He had been an asshole, trying his best to get me and my sister in bed together with him to fulfill some idiotic fantasy. Even if I had been into girls, there is no way I would sleep with my sister.
I sighed. "Fine. But you owe me like super big for this." Trinity squealed and tried to hug me but I held her off. "Don't...don't get me sick." I said, backing away a little.
"Oh yeah. Sorry." Trin replied, blushing. "But thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said with all the enthusiasm she could muster. She and this mystery chick had been talking on some site for about a month now. The woman, who's name was Ashley, had agreed to have a nice sit-down meal at Sensuelle's, a fancy French restaurant. It was all that Trinity had been talking about. Then she got sick.
Instead of cancelling and rescheduling like a normal person, my sister was desperately trying to convince me to go in her stead. I said yes because I really did love my sister and I also love French cooking. Besides, how hard could it be, I rationalized to myself. Just go, make small talk, eat your dinner and drive home. Alone. Sexually frustrated.
I shook my head at the thoughts entering my brain about the last time I'd gotten laid and drove to my sister's, well my, appointment. If there was one good thing about Trin getting sick was that at least she had the good grace to do it before her hair, makeup, and mani-pedi appointments. I have to admit that it did feel good getting pampered like this. Focusing on the pleasure of being dolled up instead of the date tonight let me relax and enjoy myself.
When everything was finished, I looked freaking fantastic. Trinity and I had been blessed with good genes from our NFL football playing father and our NFL cheerleader mother so to say I turned more that a few heads strutting back to my car, putting a little swagger in my step, made me feel a little bratty and a lot like a tease.
"Ah, you bitch! You look fantastic!" Trinity exclaimed when I walked in and showed her my new makeover. I smiled at the compliment but then softly said that it would be her turn to look this great next time.
When it was time to get dressed, I put on my sexiest lingerie; a black lacy satin bra which on could clearly see my nipples and a pair of matching thong panties in which one could clearly see that I kept my pussy devoid of hair.
"Geez, Sis!" I exclaimed when Trinity showed me the little black dress that she'd picked to wear. After donning it, I shot my sister a scathing glance as the dress showed a ton of cleavage, barely containing my breasts, and ended well above mid-thigh. Black stiletto heels and a matching Versace purse completed the ensemble. If I was going out on a date with a dude, he would be putty in my hands, I thought to myself as I did a pirouette, checking myself out from all angles.
"You owe me, Trinity." I said, right before heading out to the car.
"Uh huh. Have fun Duella." Trin replied, looking forlornly at me. I sighed, realizing how much this meant to her and how very disappointed she wasn't the one going.
"Don't worry, Sis." I said, clutching my purse. "I'll make a great impression for you. And I promise I won't have a good time." Trinity smiled a little sadly then let out a massive sneeze before groaning and climbing back into her bed.
When I arrived, the valet took my keys to park my Audi, getting an eyeful as I exited the car. I'd arrived a little late, traffic being somewhat heavy. Crossing the threshold, I was immediately impressed. I'd been to many fancy restaurants in my time but this one had been carefully designed to give the diners a measure of privacy while looking open and airy and not the least bit ostentatious.
The hostess was a rather dignified older woman who smiled warmly while also checking me out. After giving my name, she led me through the dining hall to a rather secluded table in near the back. Thanking the hostess, I approached the figure that was already seated. When I got close, the woman I assumed was Ashley stood up, smiling, and took my hands, touching my cheeks to hers.
I tried to be smooth and confident but honestly, I was speechless and stunned. Ashley was one of the most beautiful women I'd met. My only thought was "No wonder why Trin is upset!"
"You look amazing, Trinity. The pictures you sent me don't do you justice!" Ashley's voice cut through the fog in my brain.
