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Peter came to the house. It was our annual holiday party with about 20-30 friends and neighbors. Always a good time with lots of drinks, lots of laughs, and usually a memorable moment or two throughout the night that would give us something to talk about until the next December party came around. Usually nothing bad or torrid but always something "on the edge" of decorum.
Peter brought a friend, Paul and they both mixed in with the rest of the party perfectly.
It was quite an evening. The wine, beer, scotch, and frozen mudslides flowed freely, the music got louder throughout the night, and people we're having a great time.
Deb and I were working the party hard. Keeping glasses filled and making sure the food trays were fresh. Doing a bit of cleaning here and there to stay ahead of it. But we were also freely partaking in the festivities and by 11:00 our partying overtook the hosting and it started to be really fun.
Peter and Paul stayed late and actually started ramping it up the later it got. I spent a long time partying with Paul. He was a riot and we matched each other drink for drink, laughing hysterically most of the time. Like Peter, he was tall, lean, muscular, handsome, and easy to get along with. The only major difference I could find was that Paul was black and shaved his head bald and really neither of those differences mattered much.
While Paul and I got to be fast friends, Debbie spent most of the night talking with Peter. They weren't drinking nearly as much as Paul and me, but lots of laughing going on with those two. I had had a feeling the two of them would get along great given a good opportunity to cha and that was proving to be the case tonight. While not jealous, I definitely felt Peter's comments about "taking it easy on her" sitting in the back of my mind as I watched them interact. I have to admit, it was exciting to watch Peter interact with Debbie. Nothing obvious was going on though, so it was probably just my over active imagination getting the best of me again.
When things finally did settle down around 2:00 am, it was the four of us left hanging out, chatting and laughing away. I was on one end of the couch, Peter was on the other. Paul was in the recliner next to Peter, and Deb was across from the couch on our ladder backed chair. We had all had our fair share of liquor by this point so the conversation was pretty open with respect to topics.
"So Peter. Did you see any married women you liked tonight? Any new targets?" Debbie teased.
"Oh come on, I'm not that bad" Peter laughingly replied. "Although...." He continued with a devious smile.
"Although what!?!?"
"Although, there was one... But I shouldn't really say anything." He kept going. Still with the sheepish smile.
"You are so bad!" Debbie clearly couldn't stand not knowing. But Peter didn't budge he just smiled knowingly.
Paul suggested that he and I make a final batch of drinks before we call it a night. Not that we needed anymore drinks but, at that point judgement wasn't our best virtue, so the two of us proceeded to high five our way into the kitchen to hit the liquor cabinet one last time.
As soon as I got up, Debbie took my seat next to Peter on the couch saying she was going to get to the bottom of who Peter's married target might be. And while Paul and I worked on drinks, Debbie was going to grill Peter for the information.
Even though it was just the four of us, it was still pretty noisy with music playing and our voices still in party mode. Paul and I snuck in a shot of tequila while we were mixing drinks (bartender privileges!) and we were laughing up a storm when things suddenly got just a bit quieter. Not quiet. Just not quite as loud. That's when we noticed we were the only ones left talking. We could no longer hear Debbie and Peter. So, we grabbed the drinks and stumbled back into the living room to see if we could get the conversation going again.
I can say that while what we saw wasn't a complete surprise to me considering the conversation Debbie and I had had during sex the previous weekend, it was still a shock to see in person. Paul on the other hand didn't seem phased by it at all as a big grin spread across his face.