God I really hope you like it. It took a lot of effort on my part! This story is dedicated to a very good friend. If it wasn't for him, I would've never written this story. Please leave comments whether or not you like it, or if there is anything you think I should change. Enjoy.
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They've been a trio since college. They kept in contact even after they graduated; making a ritual of seeing each other. A girls night out, is a sacred tradition among women. It was something they all needed once in a while. A break from the mundane lives they lived from their 9-5 jobs and whatever boyfriends they had at the time.
Stacy adjusted her skin tight, light blue halter top, over her firm generously sized breasts. Fishing in her purse for money for the taxi driver, she handed him the money, while pulling down her mid-thigh black skirt over her shapely legs. Her high heeled, black shoes, made an echoing tap sound on the pavement in front of the neon lighted bar they were to meet at. Taking out her lip gloss from her bag, she applied a thin layer to her full mouth, making her upturned parted lips glisten in the light. Pushing her straight, shoulder length blonde hair out of her face, she pulled the door open to the busy bar/restaurant.
The place was called Mccann's, a place they all loved throughout college. She knew the waiter Drew fairly well, along with Frank the owner, they all did. Waving hello to Frank at the bar, she started scanning the big room with her bright blue eyes. She didn't see either of her friends yet, so she sat down at a table in the far corner of the room. Crossing her creamy, smooth legs, she ordered her drink from the waiter and got comfortable in one of the high backed chairs. Stacy glanced down at her slim wrist to her watch, noting the time; she looked around the crowded room, waiting for a sign of her friends.
Stacy thought pretty highly of herself. She was the type you could tell she thought as much, in how she walked, talked, even looked at you, that she was better than you were. The most popular throughout high school and college for being the prettiest and the sluttish, there wasn't a doubt in her mind, it was just fact. Because of her popular status, she never lacked friends. But keeping their pact of girls' night out was merely amusing for Stacy. She lived off of gossip. Smiling and nodding, making the right remarks, at the right times during conversations, all the while in her mind she was saying 'what a pathetic little creature you are' made it all the more worthwhile. Drew came with her drink just as Emily and Samantha walked in arm in arm. "Let the night begin." Stacy thought smugly.
Emily felt nauseous, she hated these get togethers. She'd much rather be at home, spending time with a good book and her cat than here with Stacy. The women made her physically ill she was so superficial. Of course she'd never say that out loud, to the Barbie slut. Sam liked being around Stacy, so Emily tolerated her, to be around Sam. Moving her purse strap higher on her shoulder, she moved in step with Sam toward Stacy. "Just look at her!" Emily thought to herself. "Can her skirt get any shorter?" Planting a smile on her face, she hugged Stacy around her middle. Then sitting in a chair across from Sam, she crossed her long legs, while Sam gave their friend an affectionate hug.
Emily was beautiful in her own way. She had long dark brown hair that curled wildly around her oval face. Her hazel eyes were her best feature, they could be soft when in a good mood or dark when angered. She was a little shorter than Stacy's 5'6 but had a shapely figure. Her figure was nothing like Stacy's, but firm from daily running. She wasn't one for wearing short skirts like Stacy, but kept to full length skirts or dress pants, they made her look great anyway, she just didn't know it. Tonight she chose tight black dress pants, that hugged her curvy hips, and a red satin top that tied in the back, which accentuated her flat stomach and firm B, sized breasts.
Drew came over to take the new arrivals order. "Hello ladies." Drew said sweetly.
His dark eyes locked with each of the girls. "Hi Drew" replied Samantha with a returning smile.
They all knew Drew had a secret affection for Sam, but she never returned it. He would subtly hint to her to get a few drinks of their own on occasion, but every time Sam would politely refuse. Drew was a tall but muscular guy, who never seemed to push hard enough for what he really wanted. He had short dark blonde hair and an easy smile, but he was always the quiet type. He was never one for being obnoxious, like most of his friends were, just watched the world with his dark brown eyes. He felt you learned more about people that way. Drew had plenty of patience. Normally getting what he wanted in the long run was something regular for him. He knew that he would get Sam one day, he just didn't know when.
Samantha, or Sam for short, was the kind of chic that everyone liked. Young and old, popular and unpopular, she made friends wherever she went. She had a laid back manner, and always seemed to be happy and laughing about something. Her personality made her gorgeous. She had mid-back length, bright red curly hair, laughing bright green eyes, and a glowing complexion. She was the same height as Stacy, and had Emily's build. She was shapely, firm and gently muscular. She wore a simple, strapless black sundress, that seemed to flow and sway around her frame. She was the kind of girl that had legs to her eyes, and looked amazing in dresses. She was far from conceited but didn't have a low self esteem either. Samantha liked everyone, she knew that Emily didn't have the same affection she did for Stacy, but appreciated her all the more for these get togethers. Sam knew that Stacy had that bitch streak in her, but she also knew that underneath it all there was a sweet, caring, wounded girl there. That was the only reason she stayed friends with her for so long.
"So, you have to tell me about how things are working out with Adam!" Stacy said eagerly to Samantha. "Isn't he everything I told you he would be?" She said happily.
"We broke up two weeks ago." Sam replied sadly.
"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that!" Emily said to her friend with heartache.
"It's alright, it would've never worked anyway, and he travels for work a lot." Sam said while Drew put down their drinks in front of Emily and her. "I had a little problem with him sleeping with his secretary too." Sam laughed.
With a look of shock, which an actress could have died for, Stacy said "No! He couldn't have!"
Emily just rolled her eyes. "Well sounds like you're better off then." She said with a sigh.
"I've never been better." Sam smiled. "I just started a new job, and it looks promising, so I couldn't be better!" She lied.
"That's great! Where are you at now?" Emily asked.
"I'm at a local gym as a trainer. It's pretty good pay, and I get to work out for free." Sam replied.
While signaling to Drew for more drinks Stacy said "Well that's just great for you!"
"I have to admit to you guys though; Adam was really good in bed!" Sam blushingly stated.
"Oh I know! Or at least, I mean, I've heard." Stacy stammered while looking down.
"I bet." Emily scoffed.
"Tell me how the family is Emily!" Sam excitedly asked.
Drew came with their drinks; he intentionally leaned over Samantha to place hers in front of her, brushing her back as he did so. Sam just looked up at him with a smile on her face. Drew winked back, giving her a slow smile.
The night carried on with the girls recapping what was currently going on in their individual lives. Once intoxicated they would reminisce about the good ole days back in high school and college. They wished for the better years when life was nothing but parties and books.
"I need to pee." Stacy said as she stumbled up from the table.
"Hey sweetie, how are you holding' up?" Sam slurred out to Emily.
"It's ok; she doesn't bother me no more!" Emily drunkenly laughed.
"Good for you! I know how you don't really want to be at these things but I'm glad you're here." Sam smiled to Emily.
"I am too, I like hanging' out with you Sam, always did, makes it worth it." Emily bashfully said smiling.
"What's taking Stacy so long to just pee?" Sam thought out loud. "Don't know." Emily shrugged.
"I'll be right back; you stay and watch the drinks?" Sam asked.
