Avis dearly loved her sister, but many times, she acted like a spoiled brat. This was one such time.
"Please Avis," she begged. "You have to do this for me!"
Avis looked at Erin the way she always did when she made that kind of comment, with a look that would wither plants. "Oh no, I don't," Avis answered with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Just why is it you can't go on this date with Cole in the first place?"
Avis' sister was very much the kind of girl who wants the see what the grass is like on the other side of the fence. It came as no surprise to Avis when Erin said "Daniel wants to take me to a concert tonight and he's really hot. He's a big shot in the music business; maybe he could introduce me to some rock stars. Come on Avis, do this for me. I'll even pay you and let you wear anything you like from my closet."
Okay, that was not playing fair. Erin was a buyer for a large department store chain and had a closet of clothes to die for. Avis loved about 95% of everything in her sister's closet.
"You don't think he'll notice I'm, like, 4 years older than you and 3 inches taller?" Avis asked her, trying to be rational about all of this.
"It's our first date, we've never met in person," Erin told her older sister. Avis knew only the barest fats about Cole. He was in his late 40's, successful and her sister had met him during a business conference over the Internet and they had hit it off. "Maybe he won't remember me describing how tall I am but I don't want him being stood up. You think on your feet. Can't you think of something to tell him? Tell him I was fudging some details or something. If Danny doesn't work out, I can apologize to Cole, no harm, no foul."
THAT was Avis' sister in a nutshell. She expected people to forgive her for any little slight because she was cute and pretty. She wasn't at all considerate of anyone's feelings, save for her own. Avis loved her because she did have some good qualities -- hard pressed as she might be to think of them at that moment -- but she didn't always
like
Erin very much.
Still, there were three things making Avis consider helping her out. One was a cute red blouse and skirt she had been dying to wear, although the skirt would barely cover her rump. Two was the fact that Cole was considerably older than she was and Avis had always been attracted to older men. Her most recent boyfriend had been 15 years her senior. Three was Avis' recent split from that selfsame boyfriend, so recent she didn't even have her own apartment yet. Avis guessed that she owed Erin for the free rent the past month, so she agreed to her scheme. Erin spent the next several hours filling Avis in on Cole and the more she talked, the more Avis thought she was nuts for skipping out on the date. He really sounded like a winner. Tall, gorgeous, intelligent, funny and he owned his own business. He was well-read and articulate and interested in sex. In other words, everything Avis' jock ex was not. The only book Gary ever picked up was the
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit
issue and he'd even skip the articles in there. Avis still had no idea why she agreed to go out with him in the first place, let alone live with him for two years. Then, she remembered. He was good looking and a strong, long-lasting fucker with a nice-sized cock.
Avid needed a night out and the restaurant where she was to meet Cole was a nice one, so she agreed to the switch. Erin took her sister to her favorite salon and got her all fancied up, she hadn't indulged in pampering for a while and it was kind of nice. When 7 PM rolled around, Avis had to admit that she was really anxious. She hoped he'd like her -- Erin -- whoever she was supposed to be.
Avis walked into the restaurant on 4 inch heels and looked around. If she expected to find some kind of guy who was nothing like he had told Erin he was, she was in for a surprise. Walking towards her was an absolute god.
No kidding, a living god, Apollo or Adonis or someone like that. Tall, wavy blonde hair, good looks, smiling face, buff and broad-shouldered. The kind of man who makes men like Robert Redford at his prime look like a "4". Avis couldn't believe that Cole was twenty years her senior, they appeared to be only a few years apart. He neared Avis and handed her a rose. "You said you were a pretty redhead, so I'm hoping that you're Erin?"
She nearly got lost in the deep blue pools of his eyes but was able to snap back to reality. "Uh yes, I am. Hello Cole, it's nice to finally meet you," Avis said as she extended her hand. He took Avis' hand and led them to a private booth. She was impressed so far, this man had class and he deserved way better than her sister -- me. "Funny," he commented. "I didn't think you'd be this tall."