Friday finally arrived and Paula was pumped. It was months since the girls had got together and tonight was going to be fun. You know the thing, like it was only yesterday you last chatted and carry on from where you left off, practically carrying on the same conversation, but only feeling that way when you got together and the intervening period was a massive gap up to the moment you reunited.
Tonight started on the way home for Paula. She ended her shift at the surgery and got battered sausage and chips on the way home, scoffed them as soon as she was home, showered, applied a little warpaint and a little black dress with three inch heeled court shoes. Her hair was good from the cut and blow dry the day before and anyone would think she was going out on the pull.
As she entered the wine bar there were her four friends at a table with a fifth glass fully loaded with white wine. Hugs, kisses and greetings were fantastic and the old gang was whole once more. All veterans of the same college where they became nurses. The love was palpable.
A few hours later and they were about caught up when Allison commented;
"So Paula, who is he then?"
"What? Who?" she answered, stunned. "Who's who?"
"Oh come on woman, you're so bouncy you must be getting some somewhere. Who's playing in your playpen?" Allison responded, grinning.
"Don't know what you mean." Paula said, not convincing anybody.
With the subject broached they all saw it, that lightness of spirit and the confident movement. She was 'getting some'.
"Right," said Marie, unofficial leader of the posse, "unless you fess up we start chanting 'Who's porking Paula, who's porking Paula' quite loudly, ready ladies!"
As the count down reached one, she gave in, blushing hugely and said she would tell after one more drink. It arrived quickly.
"He's how old?" Queried Susan. "How tall?" asked Eileen disbelieving.
"At the clinic? DIRTY girl!" Exclaimed Marie.
Paula was both mortified and proud, beaming and blushing at the same time. She was then threatened with public nudity and physical harm if the details were not forthcoming most immediately. She had no choice.
Nurse Paula's story (Parts one and two) was relayed in full, at least as much as was possible from the slightly blurry parts. The girls lapped it up. Even, or was it especially, the three married nurses present. Eileen had to ask.
"So you're calling him then? Tonight, when he gets off work. Your getting some tonight, yes?"
There was some low level cheering from the group and Eileen, (single, fifty two,) asked, "Has he got a friend?" Which garnered some ribald sniggering from the married three.
Marie slyly picked up Paula's unlocked mobile and casually looked through the numbers list. Vince was in there. She typed, hit send and replaced the phone just as Paula noticed her movements.
"What the bloody hell have you done Mrs, I don't trust you."
"Who me? What would I do?" Marie said innocently.
Paula picked up her phone and noticed Marie had locked it. "Oh you cow, wait till I find out what you've been up to." She warned, lovingly.
As it unlocked so it chimed. A text had arrived. "You bitch. Marie you Bitch" Paula said through an embarrassed grin, "Cow, Oh fuck!"
The rest had to know. Marie had invited Vince over to Paula's using her phone, address included and almost begging him to fuck her. He had replied, "See you just after 2.am." Marie snatched the phone back to stop Paula responding.
The squeal of shock, delight and friendly evilness that erupted around the group got a lot of looks from all around. It was decided that more wine was needed, and it flowed until closing time at 1.am.
Paula stepped inside her hallway and leaned against the closed door. She was terrified. She was excited. She was horny. What should she do? Remove the tights, they just get in the way. No, that's just slutty, no. Leave the door on the latch and go sit... No, even more slutty. No, what I need to do, she thought...
'Oh wow.' Vince thought, 'Just come right in and take me, leave me no option, please please say you'll be over.' He quoted the text in his head. She must be pissed but then, was it too good to miss? He was going and she would have to convince him not to, maybe she was just damn horny. He worked quickly once he answered the text.
Twenty two minutes later, or twenty seconds in Paula's head, there was a knock at the door. Vince heard the squeal through the door, excited he decided. Several moments later the door opened.
Taking a deep breath Vince launched into the hallway and executed his plan.
Paula was frozen with emotions. She felt strong hands lift her by the waist
and propel her backward. Vince had seen a table through the doorway at the far end of the hall which perfectly suited his intention.