Dee and I have been friends for several years. Her daughter is two weeks younger than my son, and we got together several times a week to have coffee and play dates for the kids from the time they were both about two years old.
After a year or two of doing this, she shared with me that she'd been having an affair with a married man, starting shortly after she'd had her daughter. She was excited, because unlike so many married men who wanted to have their cake and eat it to, he had actually taken the plunge and left his wife to be with her.
She wanted him to meet me, and as I am the better cook, I offered to make dinner for them and the kids. I enjoy cooking, and am always glad to have someone eat my creations that will actually enjoy them!
That weekend, I tidied up the house, and started preparing a simple steak meal, with baked potatoes and salad. I bought some wine and chilled it, along with some grape juice so that the kids wouldn't feel left out. The table was set with care, with wine glasses at every setting. All that was left, was to grill the steaks, so I went to get myself ready.
I showered quickly, then blow dried my long brown hair into soft curls. I've been accused of having 80's hair in the recent past, but I refused to be insulted by this. I love my hair. It is a rich chestnut brown, the exact color of my eyes, which to me, was my best feature. Aside from my wide, full mouth and bright white teeth.
I dressed with care, choosing a pair of skin tight black jeans, and a loose gypsy blouse of pink and white, with long flowing sleeves. I artfully applied the barest of make up, accenting my eyes, and down playing my mouth. As I gave a quick gloss to my naked lips, I heard the doorbell ring. I unbuttoned two buttons from the blouse, showing just a hint of cleavage.
I nervously went to answer the door, almost feeling as if this were a blind date. I'm always self conscious when first meeting someone new, as I am not a little girl. Yes, I am BBW. Full figured, fat. Whatever you want to call it, I am it. This is not to say that I am shy, or frigid, or even scared to get naked with a man. Far from it. It is just the initial first meeting of someone new.
I opened the door, and was engulfed in a huge hug by the sexiest man I've ever seen in my life! Dee introduced us officially, and Jay, her boyfriend then shook my hand.
"I've heard so much about you already, I feel like I know you! And you have the most precious little boy I've ever met." his hand held mine for a fraction of a second longer than was appropriate. My heart rate jumped a bit, as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. His dark hair was cut short, and combed much in the style of Christopher Reeve's as Superman. His glasses gave him a Clark Kent nerdy look, which did nothing to disguise his utter beauty.
My eyebrows rose slightly, as I was not aware that Jay had met my son. Dee and I frequently babysat for one another, so I assumed that that is how he met my baby boy.
Katy met Isaiah in the hall, and they ran off to play in his room. They were both four years old at this point.
I led the way through the house to the living room, and offered them a seat. They settled on the loveseat, and Dee leaned into him. I couldn't blame the girl. I'd stake claim on him too, if he were my man!
I asked if they would like wine now, or with dinner. They both wanted some now, so I went to get the glasses from the table, and poured us all a glass. We sat and talked for a while, and after the second glass of wine, it was almost as if we had all known one another for years.
After one particularly bawdy joke, I laughingly stood, and excused myself to throw the steaks on the barbeque. It was properly warmed up, and the steaks were sizzling as soon as they landed on the grill. I lightly salted and peppered them, then replaced the lid. I took the opportunity to have a quick smoke, as I don't smoke in my home for my son's health.
I heard the slider open, and Jay stepped out onto the patio. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." I watched as he pulled a camel from its pack and lit up. He looked at me as he took that first drag. His eyes smiled.
"Dee told me you were beautiful, but not how beautiful."
I felt my face warm up, and gave a little smile. "That's sweet of you. Thank you." "Just the truth, Darlin. You are gorgeous." He took another drag on his cigarette, but I was saved from making another comment when Dee came out to join us.
"So?? Didn't I tell you he was so cute??" Dee gushed. I laughed, and looked at him again.
"You seem to leave out the "How" part of your descriptions Dee!"