I had been invited to a friend's birthday dinner party that had been organised by her newly wed husband Ben. Evie was a quiet girl, she had a small circle of friends, worked hard, in her spare time up cycled furniture and decorated the various rooms in hers and Ben's home. Ben and Evie had recently bought a new home, there were no plans to have children or start a family; or at least none that I had heard of. The house was a beautifully designed modern building with large surface areas of oak flooring and daringly bold colours on the walls. There were three floors of exquisitely built staircases and huge picture frames of original paintings. Ben was an Art dealer, so it stood to reason that there were big expensive paintings all over the home. There was a mysterious part of the house that no one had seen except through pictures and that was before the decorating had begun. When asked about what had become of it there was a shadiness in their response, and you could tell that there was an awkward pause while they tried to search for the words.
Tonight, was Evie's thirtieth birthday and I had been invited for dinner to celebrate with them. I arrived at their house and was met by the couple who had both spruced up for the occasion. Ben was not entirely unfortunate looking, in fact, who am I kidding, he was the hottest thing this world had ever seen! He was six-foot-tall, with dark brown hair that was always set into the rough rugged look and stubble. He had the widest shoulders and big broad muscly chest and the biceps to match. Tonight, he had chosen to go smart casual, he had a dark pair of jeans that accented all his best features and a shirt that was almost skin-tight. I had a struggle to appear completely undistracted. Evie was constantly making comments as to how hot he was and how lovely it was, do not get me wrong it was nice to hear but there was an air of smugness to it and it definitely inflated his ego. Evie had chosen a simple dress that fitted her perfect shape. She had the silkiest waistline that dipped perfectly to give her an authentic hourglass shape. Evie was a leggy brunette. She was only five foot five and I swear the length of her legs were most of that. Evie and Ben were in fact and appeared to be the perfect couple.
I was instantly offered a drink. Evie had prepared our favourite drink by the pitcher and was busy topping up my glass every sip I took; Ben was enjoying his usual beer. Tonight was obviously a special night because Ben had hired a chef and servers so that we could all be together and not have to worry about the boring part of dinner parties. We drank and enjoyed nibbles and chatted the early evening away, talking about Ben's new promotion and Evie's latest fall out with her manager; the conversation then quickly diverted onto our favourite subject, sex. We were coming out with the latest innuendos and comical jokes. Sex was not a taboo subject within our friendship and did not create any uneasiness between us or distrust. The only thing I felt I had to offer in any conversation was the latest notch to my bed post and so as always I gave all the intimate details; Evie would inevitably want to know more and Ben would join in with the questions too.