I need to say a big thank you to Randi for her wonderful editing, and guidance.
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I couldn't help but sigh. Watching Ali get ready for a party was always fun. She may not be a spectacular supermodel, slash actress, but she was very pretty. Watching her dress when we went out made me wish that were staying home.
I heard her giggle. "Well, are you gonna sit there all night, or are you actually going to put some damn clothes on?"
"If you'd put on something a little less revealing, then I might be able to concentrate."
Her sexy coquettish smile made my heart beat a little faster than usual.
"What, you think this is revealing?" She said with an overstated hint of astonishment. "Really? I thought you liked this dress."
"Honey, I like it, but it's hardly a dress. We have pillow cases with more fabric in them."
She stood with hands on hips and a frown. "Do you want me to change?" She sighed.
"Nope, no damn way. I like it, I was just saying. While you're dressed like that, there's no way I can concentrate on anything."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, you've seen this dress a hundred times."
"Yep, sure have, and I have to say sweetheart, you make it look better every time."
"Phooey, it's old. I should wear something else."
Standing up, I turned away to actually get myself ready. "If you change, you'll spoil the party for all the attending men."
"What in hell's name do you mean by that, Adam?"
"Just that, you know damn well how many erection building stares you're gonna get tonight. Don't spoil their fun."
She shook her head as she went on with getting ready. She might not be a ravishing beauty, but she sure as hell was sexy.
I hated these party's. Jeff had probably invited Brett. I disliked Brett; he was such a big-headed fucker. Brett was a big shot in the movie business, a producer or some shit, and he loved rubbing it everybody's face. Jeff only invited him so he could show him off to everybody. Being Brett's buddy was his thang, he loved it.
Jeff and I went back a long way. We met at college and became firm friends. We had stayed in touch, even after getting married and having kids. His didn't go so well. In fact, he had failed three times at marriage, each one a little more acrimonious than the last.
I considered myself lucky. Ali and I had a good marriage, yeah we had our ups and downs, but it was a good solid marriage. There was no shortage of love, although sometimes we let the pressures of the world get to us. We weren't wealthy, we had our money issues. All in all, though, we had a happy marriage.
As we drove over to Jeff's place. Ali said, "I'm picking Brett's going to be there?"
"I guess so, you know how it works, Jeff likes to show him off. Soak up all that reflected light."
"Uh-huh. Pity he's such a dick, I mean he's nice, but god. He can be a bit overpowering."
"Yeah, you got that right, honey. I'm hearing ya."
It was hard to find a parking space. We had to park way up the street. As we walked up Jeff's driveway, there was Brett's Porsche convertible parked in the prime location.
It was one hell of a car, and as we walked past, Ali ran her hands over the sexy curves. "Hell, this is one beautiful car."
"Panties getting wet are they?"
She gave me a playful nudge. "Might be. Holy shit, babe, imagine what it must be like to drive. I bet it's fast as fuck."
"Oh hell yeah, and it's probably worth at least three-hundred grand."
She grabbed my arm, and squeezed tightly. With that teasing giggle, she whispered wetly in my ear. "Now my panties are wet."
Sure enough, the moment we walked in, we could hear Brett holding center stage. God he could be so obnoxious and loud. Ali gave me a nudge, before saying, "I'm going to get a drink and catch up with the girls."
"Have a fun gossip fest." She gave me an off-hand derogatory wave of her hand as she wandered into the sea of bodies in search of her friends. I wandered off to the bar and picked up a beer. There were plenty of people I knew, With beer in hand, I mingled, chatted and listened to conversation. Jeff was standing with his hanger-on buddies, who were all hanging onto everything Brett said.
I did my best to stay away from that particular group. Listening to Brett tell us how great he was didn't sit high on my priority list. I was already regretting coming. I liked Jeff, we were pals, but when he was with Brett, he could be as insufferable as Brett.
It was on my third trip to the bar that I bumped into Jeff. "Adam, where have you been hiding, pal? I bumped into Ali, earlier."
"With a casual shrug, I replied, "Just talking to folks; you know how it goes."
I flipped the lid off my replacement beer. "Do you want one?"
"Nope, not for me, pal, I'm sticking to the bourbon tonight." I waited for him to drop some ice in his drink and we wandered off together. "Brett's here, come on over and say hi. He asked whether you were going to be here."
I doubted that Brett would ask after me, but I let him lead me over to the group. Brett was, as always, trying to sell his brand of horse shit.
"Look who I found at the bar." Jeff announced to the group. A couple of the guys I recognized, and we shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Brett, though, didn't even stop talking long enough to say hello.
He was going on about his car, and of course all the guys were listening. He sure knew how to pull in a crowd. "I'm telling you, boys, she'll top one hundred and fifty miles an hour."
"Must cost you a fortune in speeding tickets," I threw in sarcastically.
He looked up to see me. "Hey, Adam. Yeah it does earn me a few. It has cost me a few donations to the Policeman's Ball."
Just then, Ali slipped up beside me. "What are you boys bullshitting about?"
Her arms slipped through mine as I replied. "Brett was just telling us about his collection of speeding tickets."
She giggled. "Yeah, you must get a lot. I know if it was my car, I'd have hundreds. It must be fun to drive."
He stared at her with a look I didn't like, hunger, desire. His eyes ran up and down her body, the dress showing off her gorgeous figure. "Can you drive a stick?"
She laughed with a hint of pride, "I love stick; my current car is manual."
He reached into his pocket, and threw her the keys. "Come on then, let's go for a spin."
I thought she was going to faint. "Really?"
"Yeah, it'll be a bit of fun."
She turned, and peeked up at me. "Would you mind, babe?"
"Nah, go for it, but if you lose your license, you'll be bussing it to work. How much have you had to drink?"
