I woke up mildly hung over and tired from last night with Sara. I decided to relax around the house most of Saturday. Melissa, a coworker, had invited me over for dinner but I was noncommittal. Her friend (another coworker) Marie was coming also. Sounded pretty boring to me. I needed to get out after an afternoon of aimless channel surfing so I decided to go. They both had been cool to me since I started working at the college as a computer guy. It was better than nothing to do.
Melissa lived in a small two level apartment not far from my house. She had made a nice home made lasagna dinner and Marie had bought some really tasty red wine to go with it. They were both much older than me in my twenties, Marie, a Latina, in her late forties and Melissa pushing sixty with short, silver and black hair. They were both big ladies. Plus size would be an understatement. The apartment was bigger than my house. The dining room was a part of the living room and there was a swinging door leading into the kitchen. The radio was set on the classic rock station, not too loud. The overhead chandelier was dimmed but not too much. Older or not, they sure knew how to laugh and joke! They made me feel like an old friend, not a coworker. We had a nice dinner and I was starting to think about what I was going to do later, a nice motorcycle ride, go to the only bar in town or go home and sleep early? They had taken some of the dishes into the kitchen and I felt bad not helping out. I grabbed plate and half empty wine glass and walked in.
Oh Shit, They were making out by the sink! I had never really thought of them sexually before. Not that they were bad looking. I froze, unsure if I should leave, make a noise or dissolve into the floor. Marie saw me and backed away giggling. Melissa looked horrified!
"Don't stop on my account!" I said. "I can go."
"Please don't go," Melissa said. "Isn't he handsome, Marie?"
"Yes, he is; young, fit and such a nice tan," she answered.
"And I love his short hair," Melissa added gesturing me to come over.