Amy and Jennifer had known each other for years. They had been the best of friends since junior high school. They were both cheerleaders, both in drama club, both in honor society, both lived on the same street for most of their lives. They over the years, became, inseparable. Together all the time. Where you would find one, you'd find the other. They were simply, the best of friends.
During college, which they attended and roomed together, they decided to give into forbidden curiosities and experiment with each other. These fantasies and feelings had been kept hidden and were pushed down deep through the years. Both felt it was not an acceptable temptation. Both had steady boyfriends. Neither considered themselves to be gay or bi-sexual. They just enjoyed how they made each other feel. Physically and emotionally. So at times, they would give in to this and have a secret moment of bliss.
After college, Jennifer moved some distance apart. Each having to move on with their own life and career. They got together as frequently as possible to chat, have dinner, and catch up on all the changes in their lives. But it wasn't the same. Time and distance had placed a wedge in between them. They were still friends, just not as close. That bond had been a little strained.
One fourth of July weekend, Amy decided to visit Jennifer in the city. Jennifer was an ad executive at a large company. She lived in an apartment in one of the high rise buildings. The ones with tons of glass windows and swanky furnishings. All sleek and modern looking. Jennifer was happy to see Amy as always.
That evening they went out to dinner and then went walking in the city. Taking in the air and doing some window shopping. Then Jennifer had an idea. She knew that Amy had stayed back in their small hometown. Amy worked as a free-lance photographer. Doing weddings, events, and natural landscape photography. There wasn't much to do there. In the little town back home, football games on Friday nights were about it. And she was past the age to want to go watch high school football.
So Jennifer asked Amy if she would like to go to a bar later that night. Just to have a few drinks and unwind. Catch up. And get some of the nightlife she'd been missing. Amy agreed, excited at the prospect of dressing up and hitting the town.
The bar was called StillWell's. It was a small quaint place, about three blocks from Jennifer's apartment. Safe walking distance for them should they imbibe a bit much. The inside walls were pinkish/brown brick. The floor was a glossy oak hardwood. There were black leather booths w/black marble tops. A huge oak bar was in the corner of the room. Stools covered in black leather lined up along it on all sides but one. There was a live band playing. They covered an eclectic array of tunes from the 70's to present. In the back area of the bar was a pool table. The women were shown to a booth and placed an order for drinks.. Both having long island ice tea. Then they got up to go to the powder room to freshen up.
Both stood in front of the mirror and looked at their reflections. Jennifer was statuesque. Tall at 5ft 10 inches without heels, with a lithe sporty body. Dark brown hair w/golden highlights fell around her shoulders. Smokey blue eyes, framed with thick lashes. She applied more gloss to her lips. Her skin tone was golden year round. Amy was the complete opposite. At only 5ft 4inches tall she was the odd one out. She had blond hair that curled and waved in a wild halo about her head, ample curves, had porcelain skin, full lips, and jade eyes. She applied more powder to her face.
The ladies returned to their booth and their drinks and began to sip as they slipped back into an old familiar friendship. They discussed work projects, family members, changes back home, changes in the city w/Jennifer. They finished the first drink and ordered another round. Both knew that alcohol went straight to their heads, so they decided not to go past three of these tonight. Neither wanted to wake sick in the morning. They had done enough of that in college.
When they began sipping their third drink the door to the bar opened and a group of men came in. All seemed to be in their late 20's or early 30's. They were joking and laughing. Heading to the pool table in the back. The last one to come through the door was sinfully handsome. Tall, with black hair, emerald eyes, a killer smile flashed at the ladies showing straight white teeth. His lips were full but masculine. He nodded to the women and followed his buddies to the table.
The two women watched as inconspicuous as they could as the men played pool. Both talking about how hot the one guy was. Throwing out the inappropriate comment here and there about what they'd like to do to him. Or have done to them. When Amy looked toward the table for the hundredth time, Mr. Sexy was looking right back at her. It was someone else's turn to play so he stood against the wall waiting. Watching her. Nervously she smiled and looked back at her drink.