Vicky
My girlfriend, Gen, had a flat in Northland that she shared with two guys and a girl named Vicky. I can't recall the guy's names but one of them kept cans of baked beans, a can opener, and a spoon under his bed in case he got hungry in the night. Perhaps that's why?
The flat was a two level dwelling and had most of the "house" on the upper floor and a basement with two large bedrooms and an ensuite. The two guys had the bedrooms on the upper floor. Probably because they were closer to the food areas up there but the flat was in the baked beans guy's name so...
Gen and I worked in radio and that involved shiftwork. We were always pleased to get time off together and often planned little events when we knew we might also get some "alone time". It was a Saturday and neither of us had to work. Gen had a 9 am start on Sunday and I had all of Sunday off. The guys were away for the weekend and Vicky would be with her boyfriend Peter as usual. We had a great day at the beach and came home for an even better night. We had the house to ourselves so we had a nice steak meal with mashed potato and salad. Desert was a nice bottle of white wine and cuddles on the couch.
We'd finished the dishes and poured our first glasses of dessert. I put some soft music on the stereo and was about to invite Gen onto the couch when we both heard footsteps coming up the hall. Vicky walked into the lounge with a bottle of red wine in her hand. She walked over to the cupboard, took out a glass and filled it from the already open bottle.
"I heard the music," said Vicky, "and figured you guys would be here. My dad said only alcoholics drink on their own so I'm glad to find you guys here so I can drink in company".
I guess she noticed Gen and I exchange a slightly puzzled look because she continued, " Bloody Peter and his motorbike mates have decided to go up north for a boy's camping trip. Told me I'd be in the way... Shithead."
I looked at her and then her bottle on the bench. "And you're going to get blotto on one bottle of red?," I said. " You're a cheap date".
"I've got a couple more in the hall", she smiled as she walked to the door and fetched another two bottles. "I thought you might be the boys and I didn't want to share with them".
"We've got our own anyway", said Gen, " and we've got enough spare to get drunk... or drunk enough anyway."
Gen smiled at me as she continued, "We could all get drunk together".
We sat and sipped our wines and chatted about the nothings and everythings that friends chat about while getting slightly merry. The music we were playing was slow, sort of romantic music with reasonable rhythm. The record on the turntable finished so I got up to put on another. Vicky got up as well and came up beside me. She put her arm around my shoulders and looked over the record selection. "Put something slow we can dance to," she said.
So I did and Vicky asked me to dance with her as she started to shuffle and sway to the music. She took my hand and pulled me into the room a little. I looked over at Gen but she just smiled as she stood and slowly danced over to Vicky and me. Just as she got to us Vicky slipped her arms around my neck pressed most of her body against mine and then twirled and danced across the room to where her glass was.
Gen sidled up to me and we bumped hips and held nearside hands while we both watched Vicky take a fair slug from her wine glass and refill it. She danced like she was feeling the music but with her back to us for a few seconds before turning around and dancing back across the room. I do not remember Gen dropping my hand and moving away slightly but I distinctly remember thinking "My god Vicky can dance sexy". There was nothing overtly rude about it but the way she danced back toward me looked sexy and inviting. As she approached I spread my arms ready to dance properly with her, or at least hold her, remembering that she had put her arms around my neck a short while ago.
But Vicky danced right up to me and bumped her chest against mine. She raised her face to mine and ever so gently brushed my lips with hers. Just as I began to close my arms around her I felt her hand appear at my crotch and... zip,.. my fly was undone. With that Vicky turned about and danced away back across the room. I almost, but not quite got to feel her breast as she turned and left.
Now I'm not stupid... really I'm not...but I was a bit of an idiot back then. I think they call it naive. Anyway I zipped up my pants, turned around and got a hug and a kiss from Gen, wondered, "what was that for?" took a small gulp of wine and turned around to see Vicky empty her glass before looking at me and starting her dance back.. I remember thinking as I looked at Vicky's smile that she was going to do it again wasn't she? I'm sure of this memory because I also remember that Roger Ramrod decided to react.
Vicky seemed to pause a little longer. I'm sure she noticed my beginning erection but all she really did was unzip my fly again and escape just before I could get to feel anything for certain other than her blouse flapping past my not quite fast enough hand.