Alix said she and Chris would be by around 7, and at exactly 7, my phone vibrated. I buzzed the front door and stepped outside my apartment door to wave them in.
She came up the stairs, stepping carefully in her heels, and handed me a grocery bag as she kissed my cheek. "This is Chris," she said. It took me a minute - when we'd spoken earlier, I thought she was bringing a girlfriend.
When he stepped into the apartment ahead of us, I pointed and mouthed "your boyfriend?" She shook her head and said out loud "No, Chris is my buddy from home. My boyfriend is out with his friends tonight." Chris laughed "I managed to spring her loose tonight. We're going to get crazy! I haven't seen Alix in almost three years."
They were in high spirits and full of energy. We moved to the kitchen and I unpacked the bag - a combination of veggies, hummus, what looked like baking materials, and a butane torch. I fired up the torch and looked at Alix. "Creme brule" she said.
"I wanted real downtown pizza" said Chris.
"No pizza for me, when I'm headed for Cancun in 10 days." Alix turned around and acted for a moment like she was going to flip up her skirt. It took me by surprise. What a sweet little rear end.
"You can give me a piece of that," laughed Chris.
"No I can't." She ran her hands over her skirt, smoothing it down.
I'd never made creme brule before, but it turned out well. Alix had a thousand things to say. I'm not even sure if she ate. "First ever - carrots, beer and creme brule," I said as we cleared the dessert from the table.
"Alright - then no beer for you," she teased.
"Well I'm empty - Chris help me out." He went to the fridge, but she blocked him on the way back, taking the beer from his hand.
"You've gotta win it the old fashioned way," she said, taking a pack of red solo cups from the bag, and lining them up across the far end of my small table.
I've always been bad at beer pong. The balls never bounce my way. Alix missed too. Chris hit one and handed the cup to Alix. "Too full" she said, taking a sip.
It was two more rounds before I finally got a ball in the cup. "I'll save you since you're still working on the first one," I said, grabbing a cup from the table and passing it to Chris. He gave it the old college treatment, downing the cup, but shook his head after. "I'm going to spread these out a little more." He opened two of the bottles and poured them across a row of cups.
Chris took his position at the table, hit his pong shot again, and pointed to Alix. "You drink it," she said, swirling a stacked cup in her hand.
"You don't have to drink it if I get another prize," he said, reaching for the hem of her short skirt. She laughed and slapped his hand.
"I'll take my shoes off." She grabbed my arm to steady herself and undid her heels. "Wow - I'm short now," she stood close and used her hand to measure her new height against me.
I felt her breasts tough my chest, and my heart skipped a beat. She's so soft. Smells so good. I wonder if the boyfriend thing is off.
Chris was clearly after her, too, and he saw that the game was going in a direction that might mean she was going to lose more clothes. But on his next shot, she stood behind him and held his shoulders. "I'm allowed to distract you, to keep you from making it. This is good defense." It was. He missed his shot.
