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Due to some piss-poor planning on my part and that of my roommate, Rob, I had to make a quick run over to the convenience store a couple of blocks from our house. We were having a party and had neglected to pick up ice and mixers, so I was overpaying for orange juice, cranberry juice and club soda. I guess, actually, I was paying extra for "convenience," hence the name. As it turned out, though, my run over there ended up being extremely fortuitous. As I was walking out the door with my purchases, a very attractive woman around my age was walking toward me. Despite being loaded down, I held the door for her and, just as she was thanking me, I realized that I knew her.
"Bob?" I asked. That stopped her in her tracks because it was a nickname I'd used as far back as middle school for a girl I'd been friends with but who I hadn't seen in a few years. She turned back and broke into a smile.
"Charlotte!" she replied, using the nickname she'd used for me.
I set the ice down and gave her a one-armed hug then we stepped out of the doorway. We started catching up a little as my bag of ice proceeded to begin melting when I had an idea that made a lot more sense.
"I'm here picking up supplies for a party," I told her, "why don't you come by? I'm roommates with Robbie."
"Get the hell out!" she replied, "I'm roommates with Bev!"
"Well bring her along," I suggested, "We live right there."
From the front of the store, you could see the house we were renting two blocks away, so I just pointed it out.
"No way," Robyn replied, "We live right over there."
She pointed to an apartment complex nearby. We'd been living within a few blocks of each other and just hadn't known it.
"Well, if you want," I said, "come over a bit early and the four of us can catch up before the party really gets started."
We exchanged phone numbers, hugged again then I headed on my way while she continued into the convenience store. Rob found it pretty cool that I'd run into her and that she and Bev lived nearby. He was glad I'd invited them to come by. As I'd suggested, they came by early and we had a nice little reunion as we finished up our last-minute preparations for the party. They both looked great; Robyn was still a thin brunette but with a bit more curves to her than back when I'd been inspired to call her Bob and Bev, who'd always been just a bit curvier, still wore her naturally blonde hair long. As our other guests arrived, there were quite a few who knew both Robyn and Bev so there was a lot of catching up going on. It was a great night and led to Rob and me hanging out with Robyn and Bev quite a bit from that point forward.
Initially, it was nothing more than the four of us hanging out occasionally, going to a bar, or catching a movie or hooking up with some other friends. It was purely platonic, though I certainly had my fair share of thoughts about what it might be like if it wasn't. I didn't want to mess up a good thing, though, and was content to see how things played out. Neither of them had boyfriends and neither Rob nor I had a girlfriend, so I knew there was potential, especially if a bit of alcohol was involved, which it often was. The first time anything really happened, though, there was actually no alcohol being consumed. Whether it was Robyn trying to initiate something or just a natural turn of events ultimately didn't matter to me because I was more than pleased with the way things went that evening.
It was after work on a Tuesday evening when Robyn called to see what we were up to but Rob was taking a night school class so I was on my own for the night. Robyn was calling because Bev was out for the night, too, so I asked what she wanted to do. Rather than going out, she was up for just sitting around at my place watching some TV. I'd left the door unlocked and was in the recliner in front of the TV when she arrived, so I just yelled for her to come on in. It was warm enough that she'd walked over wearing shorts that really showed off her long, thin legs which I knew my attention would be drawn to so I was going to have to be careful. She didn't make it any easier on me when she decided to join me in the recliner rather than taking another seat. It wasn't exactly made for two people, but we were both thin enough, though we did end up with one of her legs draped over one of mine. We watched and chatted for a while before I reached down to touch her calf because it looked so smooth.
"Wow," I said, turning to face her, "did you shave your legs just for me?"