"I don't think it is a good relationship, you know. I know Lisa and Al are friends, but you going out alone with Lisa is not helping her drinking problem. You are kidding yourself."
"Well, you don't know that. I like her and the others like her but won't go places with her. We have a good time. And I like going out with her. And since you had your affair, I am going to have a little fun once in a while, not hang around the house doing housework!"
Jill Kelly felt completely vindicated by this argument. She continued getting ready for Lisa to pick her up for a night at a club or two. She snapped the brassiere and tugged it around her waist, then pulled it up over her shoulders and settled her heavy breasts into the cups, leaning toward the mirror.
The pantyhose, she secretly knew, were a safety garment to help ward off errant men's hands in case they became too forward. In the bars of course, something like that could happen even if she did not encourage it at all. Her plan was simply to listen to the music, share complaints with her friend, have a few drinks and come home. The problem could sometimes be having too many drinks, but she did not let that thought linger.
Lisa rang the doorbell and Jill hurried to button the black dress and put on lipstick.
"Al's out of town, who knows where. I don't. He doesn't tell me shit, Ben, you know that!" She had a deep laugh but her blue eyes didn't laugh with it. "How have you been? How come you aren't out of town too?"
"Next week, Lisa, next week I am in Boston. You two will be careful, right? And don't forget you have to drive."
"Who knows, Ben, maybe we'll get lucky. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't say that, should I?"
Ben thought ruefully that she might just mean it, though.
Jill came down the stairs in a cloud of perfume. They were quite a pair. Both attractive, one brunette and the other blond with her hair up on top of her head showgirl style. Both dressed stylishly in black dresses that showed their impressive shapes. Jewelry sparkled here and there. Their high heels clicked through the hall and out the door.
"We won't be late! Make sure Jeffrey does his homework."
Ben knew they would in fact be quite late and probably quite tipsy, if not drunk. He could only hope for the best.
#
"Where is Al?"
"How would I know? He doesn't tell me anything! Well, maybe Atlanta, he might have mentioned it. I don't give a crap. Let's go to Johnnie's and dance a little."
"OK. I should be home before midnight, Lisa. Right?"
"Right."
They pulled into the parking lot that swung all the way around the low flat roof building with the tall sign announcing "Johnnie's Pastime Club in red neon script.
Their heels made a scrunching noise until it turned from gravel to pavement near the entrance.
"Wouldn't you think they could pave the damned parking lot?" Lisa grumbled. "They charge enough for the drinks."
"No cover charge ladies, it's Ladies Night" Chet was a familiar face and didn't charge these two at any time.
"Oh, Chet, you are so sweet! It's always ladies night, isn't it?"
"Yes for you two it is always ladies night. How are you Jill?"
"I'm fine. Nice to see you. Are there any seats left?"
"Plenty, if you can?t find one, come back and I will find you one."
They entered under the neon lights of the front and stopped a minute to let their eyes become accustomed to the darkness of the large bar and dance floor.
"Over there?"
"Yes."
Jill followed Lisa among the tables as she said an occasional hello or patted someone on the shoulder.
Lisa ordered a screwdriver and Jill ordered a Manhattan cocktail on the rocks. "Don't let me drink these all night!" she urged the waitress. "They make me crazy!"
"This is a nice band, eh?"
"Yes. Nice." Jill replied.
They put their heads together to talk above the crowd noise. Lisa complained about her husband and trouble with the children at school. She had been called to the school for her oldest not attending again. She really was a caring and concerned parent, but her demeanor and language was a bit of a put-off to many of Jill's friends.
Jill was a sympathetic listener and so after the second round of drinks, they were deep into commiserating.
"Can we join you ladies?"
Lisa smiled at the two men and motioned them to sit down.
Jill was not always comfortable with Lisa's easy ways but did not protest. She was the friendly outgoing person in her family. When she was out with her husband, she was always a little afraid of strangers approaching because Ben came across as not very friendly to strangers. Usually he was not in the mood for the small talk it required.
But Jill herself was at home with strangers and very engaging with small talk needed in a bar setting.
Jill switched to white wine when the waitress came back. They had a third round with Bill and Kyle and Bill asked her to dance. They all got up and went to the dance floor. Bill was a good dancer it turned out and they fell easily into step on the swingy country song being played. She was soon laughing at his jokes and teases and having a good time. She was feeling very happy and feeling the alcohol. She was a bit wary, but having a good time. They were becoming friends.
The music slowed and they stayed on the dance floor. Jill felt his prick bumping into her tummy. She was sure she should back away... But they were being friendly and she relaxed against him. It was just enough that she was aware of it as their bodies moved together with just a little movement side to side. She could feel it slide slightly against the dress and the pantyhose underneath it. Just a nice pressure. What is he thinking? She wondered. Was he thinking about the feel of the dress against the nylon underneath, or was he not aware of that at all? She was not naive, but she always had a positive thought about things like that.
"Like the music, Jill?" he asked, turning his face so that she would hear.
"Yes, I love it, don't you?" she replied, aware that she was probably blowing in his ear. He pressed his cheek against hers and pulled her just a little closer. She felt the warmth of his prick, which seemed to be getting firmer... warmer. Jill pressed her tummy against it... just a little. After all, that's natural when you dance.
"That's a pretty perfume." He said.
"Thank you! Not too heavy, is it"?"
He took a deep breath with his nose nuzzling her hair. "Mmmm, perfect."
