I don't like going to weddings and I hate going to one alone, but Paul and Caitlyn are good friends and my date cancelled at the last minute, so there I was, listening to the orchestra (better than I expected). The dinner and speeches and toasts were over, the obligatory bride-groom, bride-dads, groom-moms dances were over and I was looking for someone who looked like she wanted a partner. Then I saw her across the room, scanning the crowd and looking like she had misplaced her boyfriend.
She was definitely an eyeful. Tall. In those 5" heels she would almost be able to look me straight in the eye. Slender with gorgeous legs that predicted a beautiful bottom, lovely breasts, somewhere between "nice" and "outstanding" with pokey nipples, and a face that 300 years ago would have had men fighting duels. Peaches and cream complexion, auburn hair down below her shoulders, and a mouth that the pervert in me couldn't take his eyes off. She was wearing a gold halter dress made of some kind of slinky material that hugged her like a lover, with a back bare almost down to her rear cleavage, and a simple gold chain around her neck.
If she had been with someone I would have silently congratulated her date on how lucky he was and moved on, but she was standing there alone looking lonely and maybe a bit miffed so I walked over and said Hi.
"Hi," I said. "Would you like to dance."
"I'd love to but my date will be back in a minute. I hope. And, you know..."
"I understand, but" I grinned, "if he doesn't come back I'll be happy to take his place."
She gave me a smile to melt my heart. I turned around and walked over to the bar.
"Club soda rocks with lime," I said.
When I turned back around to watch the dancers she was nowhere to be seen. "Lucky bastard," I thought, when I heard someone behind me say "I think I've been stood up. Is the offer of a dance still good?"
"How could I say no to the most beautiful woman in the room?" I said. I reached behind me, set my drink down, took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. She came into my arms like a long-lost lover, her superb frontage ironing out the wrinkles in my shirt.
"You exaggerate," she said. "Cait is the most beautiful woman in the room but thank you. You can tell me that over and over and I'll never tire of hearing it."
"I guess you're on the bride's side. Or did I read that wrong?"
"Yes, bride's, and you're on the groom's?"
"Paul and I are old friends. We lost touch for a while but reconnected when I went to work at the company where he works. How do you know Cait?"
"We slept together for three years until Paul came along and took her away from me," she said, with a Cheshire Cat grin. Fortunately, I was holding her tightly or I would have tripped over my own shoes. She felt me stumble and giggled.
"We went to the same college. Freshman year we were shared a dorm room. We pledged to the same sorority but there was no room in the sorority house so we stayed in the dorm for that year. When we went back for sophomore year a room opened up in the sorority house so we moved in together. The room we were assigned already had a double bed left behind when the previous residents graduated and it seemed silly to buy a pair of twins, so we shared. She met Paul at the end of our junior year and moved in with him when we came back for senior, so strictly speaking we only slept together for two years. Is that too much information?"
"Um, no," I said. "You threw me a curve. When you said you "slept together" I thought you meant...."
