"I'm really hungry," I told Teresa, "Would you mind if we went to lunch before we started shopping?"
Teresa was in town to do some shopping and then have a girl's night out with me. My eight-year-old daughter was spending the weekend with a friend and my husband had to work overtime all weekend. He never liked it when Teresa and I would get together. He said that he was sure that we acted like whores when we were out alone. Sometimes, he was right.
Teresa has been living with a guy for ten years and they have two kids together. When she called to plan this, she told me she had a man friend and wanted me to "get someone" too.
I explained that I have this friend that I've grown to like but he'd never be able to get away from his wife for a Saturday night. "So I'll just come along for part of it and then leave you and whomever. I might be a loose woman, but I'm not one to screw just anything!" I reminded her. "I also have a jealous husband to deal with!"
We've been best friends for years and long ago, partied on the edge with some motorcycle-riding guys in some pretty bad situations. Somehow, we'd been able to go to these bars, tease and torment a few guys then slip away without getting nailed.
We went to Applebee's and after ordering our food, Teresa said, "Now, I don't want you answer this right away." She continued, "When we meet up with Jeff, we could rock his world!"
"No!" I snapped, as soon as I figured out that she wanted the two of us to jump into bed with her friend.
"Think about how much fun we could have," she pleaded. "It would have to be just for him. You and I can't do anything together. I'm not bi-sexual!"
"I don't even know this guy! How do you know he'd want this and that he'd want to do it with me?" I argued.
"I'll let it drop for now," Teresa summed it up, "But I'll not take no for an answer."
We went from store to store. Teresa wanted a red bra and panties. She couldn't seem to find the exact thing she wanted so she bought a purple set that was just the style she'd been looking for. She kept saying, "We've got to find something naughty for you."
I said, "No!" and we continued shopping. I love shopping, especially for clothes for me, so I gathered up some bargains along the way including a nearly back-less sweater that I thought might make taking my jacket off at work, more interesting.
Throughout the day, Teresa would bring up the subject again and again. "He's handsome, has broad shoulders and big hands." She stressed all the things she knows I think are sexy in a man. "I know he'd love you!"
It was after eight when we got to her house, about an hour's drive from mine. We teased about what might happen and I still said that I wouldn't screw her boyfriend. As she put on her new purple bra and panties, I said, "When the time comes, I'll just slip away."
"Just wait until you meet him," Teresa explained, "He's six, one and 220 pounds. He's a roofer so he got the broad shoulders you love..."
We clowned around, had a little something to eat; my stomach was doing flip-flops, worried about how this might go.
We walked into The Office Bar, around ten. I noticed several men watching us as we worked our way through the crowd to a small table off towards the back.
Teresa was wearing black short-shorts and a black tank top. I had on my short jean shorts and my camo-colored, floral tank top.
"Hi," a man got up and greeted us.
"Tonia, this is Jeff." Teresa made the introduction.
We sat down, Jeff in the middle, and ordered drinks. There was a karaoke going and a couple of horrible sounding drunks singing songs I didn't recognize.
The more we drank, the funnier the singers seemed. Jeff would let his hand drop from the table onto my bare thigh and, if I didn't push it away, he slipped it higher.
I glanced at Teresa and Jeff must have been feeling her up to, by the look in her eyes.
As my glass would get close to being empty, Teresa would dump the rest of hers in mine and order another round. "You've got to stop that!" I objected. "I'm going to get so drunk I can't drive home."
I kept drinking, even though I knew I was having too much. I did not want to do what Teresa had suggested. I started saying, "I'm going to have to head on home."
"You're not going home yet," Teresa would smile and I knew what she meant.
As the drinks continued, and his fingers persisted, my resistance waned. Jeff was looking better to me with every sip. I kept drinking.
"I need to get going," I repeated.
"You're not going anywhere," Teresa said sternly. "You don't need to leave tonight."
Suddenly a much different look came over Jeff's face. He realized what Teresa was saying. "No, Tonia," he grinned from ear to ear, "You don't need to leave tonight." His hand gripped my thigh firmly.
Teresa suggested we leave and go to his apartment. I had enough to drink that I didn't say anything, just went along.
We walked to the apartment complex, next door and Jeff showed us inside. I couldn't help but notice that the guy had a big bulge in his tight jeans.
We sat on the couch, one on each side of him, of course. Some giggling started and soon he put his hands between our legs and rubbed the insides of our thighs.
"In case you have any doubt," Teresa stuck her tongue in his ear, "Tonia and I are here to rock your world! We are going to fuck you until you can't fuck anymore!"
