Sara and Andrea had been friends since High School, right through college but hadn't seen each other in several years. In the meantime, Sara had gotten married to Jeff. Andrea hadn't met Jeff and Jeff was looking forward to meeting the woman whom Sara had described as her closest friend, someone she'd been able to share anything with.
Andrea showed up about 20 minutes early for their dinner get together. She apologized when Sara met her at the door and said she hoped it wasn't a problem.
"Hell no, don't worry about it, come in here," said Sara as they embraced, telling each other how much they had missed each other. Sara showed Andrea to the couch and called out to Jeff who was upstairs finishing getting dressed. It was unusual that Sara was ready before him, but it had worked out ok.
Jeff came downstairs once he had finished dressing. As he walked into the room, he smiled and held out his hand to Andrea. They shook hands as Sara introduced them. Andrea's hand was larger than many of the women's hands he had held, but the skin was very soft and Jeff noticed that her palm was just a bit moist. He got a couple of butterflies in his stomach when he realized that he was attracted to her. She had an amazingly pretty face, not glamour girl pretty, basic, girl next door pretty, much like Sara. Her smile was warm and friendly and he found himself mesmerized by her eyes. He had to shake himself back before Sara would notice his reaction, which he KNEW she would.
"Hi, I've heard a lot of good things about you," he said, somewhat awkwardly, withdrawing his hand while he still could. "Same here," said Andrea.
"Why don't we sit and have a glass of wine before we go out," suggested Sara, noting that the dinner reservations weren't until 8 pm and it was only 6:30. Andrea and Jeff agreed, but Jeff insisted that he get the wine while Sara and Andrea got caught up.
As he opened the wine and got the glasses, Jeff was starting to get a headache. He couldn't believe how attracted he was to Andrea. He thought that, even though he didn't feel she came even close to his wife in absolute beauty, she was very soft on the eyes and he was fighting back his amorous thoughts because he could feel a tingling in his groin.
"Great this is all I need," he thought. "This whole night is going to be freaking uncomfortable as hell. I can't bow out of dinner but if I go, I'll probably embarrass myself by staring at Andrea, Oh well, I'll just think baseball, isn't that what we've always been told to do? Damn."
He poured the wine and brought out some cheese and crackers as well which helped to delay his reentry into the living room. He took a deep breath and went back in.
Funny enough, as he entered, his eyes focused on Sara first and he realized how much he really loved her and just how gorgeous she really was. He felt relief at this, thinking maybe the lust that had started to build for Andrea had passed.
About an hour later after some small talk, much of which left Jeff feeling out of place, Sara noticed the time and off they went to the restaurant. Jeff, though still attracted to Andrea felt quite confident that he would get through this nicely and maybe, JUST MAYBE, Sara wouldn't catch on to how he had almost wet his pants when he and Andrea had shaken hands.
At the restaurant, things had gone very well, Jeff and Andrea got along quite well, which pleased Sara since she did NOT want Jeff to feel like a third wheel. They laughed and talked and Jeff even got lost in his meal at one point (the house specialty which Jeff had often compared to great sex), not even caring that the girls were even there. Andrea got a chuckle out of that. Jeff felt much better now. Oh sure, he knew that at some point in the next few days he'd probably have a masturbatory fantasy over Andrea, but that was as far as it was going to go. Sara had NOT been replaced or even had her place threatened. Jeff sighed aloud at the thought causing Sara and Andrea to laugh thinking that he was reacting to his meal.
Back at the house, Sara and Andrea got comfortable on the couch while Jeff went for some more wine. He was in one of the best moods of his life and NOTHING was going to ruin it. He could hear the girls talking in low tones and giggling in the other room and it pleased him. He was so glad his wife and her friend were together. He figured that he'd just sit for a few and then excuse himself to go upstairs and let them chat.
When he came out, the girls suddenly sat upright as if caught in the act and started to giggle again. "What are you two up to?" he asked.
"Nothing," they replied coyly in unison, and giggled again. He started to laugh too and sat down.
After about 20 minutes of drinking and chatting, (not once did the girls let on as to what was so funny.) the three of them were feeling quite mellow. Jeff was having a wonderful time and didn't really want to leave, but he felt it was the "gentlemanly thing to do" and he excused himself.
"You girls are wearing me out and I know you have lots to talk about, so, please excuse me, I'm going to upstairs and get ready for bed, maybe watch the news." Jeff stood to leave and gave each a little hug and kiss on the cheek.
Once upstairs, he felt a little saddened at having left, but he would be strong and just watch the news and relax. He had brought a glass of wine up with him. He stripped down to his briefs and stretched out on the bed.