Anna and Tom arrived right on time and I greeted them at the door with a pitcher of martinis and a smile. They both complemented me on my appearance and I felt Tom’s eyes soak up every detail as they traveled over me, head to toe. You know, its kind of fun being admired by a male. It makes all of the time and fuss worthwhile.
We joined Linda on the patio and enjoyed casual conversation. All of the time I was treated as just one of the ladies as we shared our latest shopping tales. Tom was feeling left out as he was the only ‘male’ in the group. That was somewhat weird I thought. Usually I am the one feeling left out.
When I went to get the steaks, I put on a cute pink apron that really complimented my dress. I was the picture of perfection; the cute hostess, all dressed in pink. As I cooked the steaks, I refreshed drinks and went to get the rest of the dinner items. When I stood up from getting the salads out of the refrigerator, I was surprised to find Tom standing there.
“I just came in to see if you needed any help carrying anything. I must say,
I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled, leaned over and gave him a peck on the check (such a feminine thing to do). I handed him two bowls to carry out and we headed back to the patio. I didn’t tell Tom that my kiss had left a nice pink lipstick imprint on his cheek, but Linda and Anna noticed it immediately and teased Tom, asking him what we had been doing in the kitchen. He blushed as I said, “We’re not telling.”
The rest of the evening was relaxed and enjoyable. At one point Linda mentioned that she was expecting a call from Darryl, which was followed by Tom giving me a quick glance to gauge my reaction. I sat silently, giving no indication that it affected me. Anna asked Linda what he was calling about and Linda answered that she wasn’t sure.
“You will have to tell me about it at work tomorrow,” Anna replied.
Fortunately, our guest left soon after, before the call came so I was spared that embarrassment. I was cleaning up the remains of dinner and washing dishes when the call came. Linda called out from the living room, “I’ve got it.” I waited silently for a minute, trying to catch anything being said, but all I heard was the door to our bedroom closing. Linda had moved to the bedroom to have her privacy while she talked with Darryl.
My work was done and I wanted to turn in for the night, but I knew better than to go into the bedroom and interrupt their phone conversation. Plus, I really didn’t want to see what Linda might be doing as she spoke to Darryl. Once before I had heard her moans of pleasure through the bedroom door while they had phone sex. I really didn’t want to go through that again.
It was an hour later when I heard the bedroom door open as I laid restlessly on the sofa, waiting to go to bed.
“You can come in now. We’re done,” Linda spoke softly. She was in the bathroom when I came into the bedroom. I was sure that she was ‘making herself presentable’ for me. She came to bed wearing a nightshirt, her face freshly washed. She kissed me quickly, then turned off the light beside the bed. She didn’t say anything to me. She was waiting for me to ask about the call.
“How’s Darryl?” I finally gave in.
“He’s fine,” is all Linda replied. Oh, she was going to play it coy.
“What did he have to say,” I inquired calmly. Two can play this game.
“Not much,” replied the master of the game.
Finally, I gave in. “What was the call about?”
“Oh, this and that. Mostly we just talked about things in general,” she parried. “Oh, he did say that he will be back here in a week or two and wanted to know if he could stay with us for a few days. I told him that it would be all right. You don’t mind, do you?”
I knew that I really had no say in the matter and I had better not complain or object. So I replied that it was fine with me.
“Anything else?” I inquired.
“He did bring up the tattoo idea again and that I should see what’s available in this area. Would you look into that for me tomorrow? Find out what are the most reputable places,” she stated. She has a way of giving me instructions, orders really, without them sounding like orders. But I knew that I had better do it or I would be suffering the consequences.
“Are you really going to get a tattoo? I didn’t think you liked tattoos. Did he give any indication as to what kind of tattoo or where it would be placed?” I inquired.
“I’m not really in favor of tattoos, but I may not be given a choice. As to what and where, well, that’s a surprise,” she said softly.
Even in the dark I could tell she had mixed emotions about it. She didn’t want a tattoo but she might be willing to get one for Darryl. That really worried me. And as for it being a surprise, I wondered, “a surprise for who… her or me?”
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.