A night out while his wife’s away becomes a dream come true

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“You aren’t so old, and you’re definitely still handsome” I thought I saw a slight blush spread across Tracy’s features as she looked away from me slightly with these words.

“That means a lot coming from a brilliant young lady like yourself” the blush that was definitely spreading across Tracy’s cheeks accentuated her freckles and made my heart beat a little faster, and the smile that widened across her face made it beat a lot faster.

“Thanks. And thanks for listening to us. Most guys don’t even bother with our names before leering, it gets a bit boring. I mean, I don’t really blame them” She gestured at her friend at the bar, and the obvious stares she was getting in her cherry red dress and ridiculous black heels. “Especially with how ‘Amy’ Amy is, but it’s nice to get to talk for a bit to someone that actually gets what we do, and it’s nice to not feel like I’m a consolation prize for people that didn’t get to talk to her.”

“I smile at her. “I know how you feel, Pete was always the dashing one of us, and I spent most nights out with him being wingmanned by the friends of people that wanted to get him all to themselves.”

Tracy’s laugh was like a cold glass of water after a long workout. “No way. You’re too cute for them to not have wanted you for you.”

“I could say the same for you.” I responded, feeling my face flush red as I saw hers do the same. We both looked bashfully away, attention being paid mostly to our dwindling drinks.

A sudden yelp from the direction of the bar broke us out of whatever thoughts we were thinking, turning we saw Amy pulling away from a pair of cocky young men, Pete advancing on them like a stormcloud. His enraged should cut across the din “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, sunshine?!” Tracy and I slid out of the booth and made a beeline for the bar, noticing Amy’s distressed face and hand holding her dress up as Pete menaced the young men who were starting to puff up again, initial shock at being called out starting to wear off. It didn’t take me long to notice the logos of a local sports team on their shirts, and not much longer to notice that it seemed half the bar were wearing the same logo.

“I think maybe we should go” I tried to deescalate things before Pete started throwing fists. Tracy’s voice in my ear echoing similar sentiments as we saw the bouncers heading over.

“You’re right” Pete spat “these kids have soured my mood. Are you ok?” he asked Amy without turning away from the pair of youths

“Let’s just go” Amy responded, clearly close to tears. We made our way to the relative cool and quiet outside, with Tracy shielding Amy from the crowd as we left.

“Those dickheads undid her dress at the bar,” Pete explained. “What kind of a dickhead does that to a person?”

“Are you OK?” I asked Amy. She nodded, having managed to realign her dress and get everything back into place.

“Damn it.” She said, anger fighting back tears. “I was really looking forward to a night out, but I’m not sure I can deal with people right now.”

A sudden boldness seized me “I have a pretty well-stocked bar at my place, and there’s no one else home, you’re welcome to come for a drink if you’d like.” Amy looked a little taken aback at the request, but after a quick whispered conversation with Tracy both girls nodded.

“Should we call a cab?” Amy asked.

“I’ve got my car here, although it might be a squeeze.” Pete replied, leading us to his mustang and its tiny back seat.

Amy laughed and pointed at her heels. “There’s no way in hell I can climb in to the back seat in these”

“I’m happy to sit in the back” I offered, folding myself into the tight space before there were any objections.

“Me too,” Tracy offered.

As she clambered into the tight space with me, I got an incredible view of the curves her emerald green dress barely covered, and I could feel the strength in her hands as she grabbed on to me for leverage, eventually making it into a seated position pressed up against me as Amy and Pete more elegantly climbed in to the comfortable and spacious front seats. I could feel Amy pressing into me as we accelerated out of the parking lot, her body against mine a lot more than seemed absolutely necessary as her hand found mine. I was startled when she grabbed it and put it firmly on to her bare knee, sending me a smile before leaning in and whispering “Now. I really know what it means when a man not wearing his ring invites someone over for drinks, and I promise I still won’t tell.”

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