by Lexi Archer
"You're right that we're playing with fire and you've done so much more than I ever would've imagined," I said. I put a hand under her chin and smiled down at her. "I want you to know how much that means to me, how much you mean to me."
"Really?"
"Really. Do I want you to go out and have fun like last night? Hell yes. But I also want you comfortable with this. I want you to go as slow or as fast as you need to," I said.
Laura rolled her eyes but she was smiling. She wasn't yelling at me or telling me there wasn't a chance in hell anything was happening which is what I was used to getting whenever we had a conversation like this. There was a definite twinkle to her eye now that I'd admitted she was right. Mostly right.
"Right, and what if some guy wants to take me back to his room tonight to have his way with me? Would you be cool with your hall pass then?" she asked.
I held my hands up in a defensive gesture and tried not to let on just how wonderful that impossible scenario would be if it actually happened. “Hey, I’m just saying go out and have a good time with your friend. Have a few drinks. See where the night takes you. And fill me in on all the details whatever happens.”
Laura leaned in closer pressing her body against me. I took in a sharp breath as my cock grew rock hard. As she looked up at me with a sweet and innocent expression that was a sharp contrast to her suddenly seductive voice.
“Is that what you really want?” she asked.
I swallowed. Suddenly I felt nervous now that she was playing along. Sure I knew in the back of my head that she was probably just yanking my chain, but hearing those words even if it was a gag suddenly made this feel very real as far as my brain and cock were concerned.
“Um, yeah!” I said. "What have I been telling you these past few years?"
Laura reached down and ran her hand along my cock which was twitching on the edge of inevitability under her seductive attention. “You want your wife to go out and find some random guy? You want me to fulfill your fantasy tonight and tell you all about it?”
I swallowed again. I searched her eyes for some hint that she was bullshitting me. She had to be bullshitting me. Especially considering how annoyed she'd been this morning. Usually I could read her pretty well, but right now I couldn't tell if she was serious or just playing along with his fantasy. That uncertainty was driving me wild, but I was going to play along with it as though it was the real deal.
“You just do whatever seems right tonight honey,” I said.
“What if what seems right involves letting some guy fuck your wife? What if I decide I don't want baby steps? That I want to jump in right along with you?”
What the hell had prompted this incredible transformation? I was speechless. “I… uh…”
Laura leaned up on her tiptoes and pecked me on the lips, then patted my cheek with a giggle. “You just think about that, about whether I'm joking or being serious, while you’re back in the hotel all alone and I’m out getting drunk with my friend.”
And she left me like that. I smiled to myself as she walked away. That little display probably was concentrated bullshit, but it felt real enough that I didn't care if the line between fantasy and reality were blurring just a little.
11: Girls' Night
Laura smiled at me as she walked back over from Dave.
"Okay!" I said. "Now that we've dropped the husband where should we go?"
"I don't know. This place is lousy with bars. Pick one."
That would be easy enough. This place catered to three major demographics: racing fans, bikers, and drunk college students. None of those groups particularly cared about much aside from cheap drinks, and the local economy was more than happy to oblige.
"I want to avoid some crappy chain restaurant," I said. "The last thing we need is to go drinking someplace we can visit back home."
"Are you sure about that? Some of the places we've passed look a little rough."
"I'm positive. We're on vacation and it's time to have a little adventure!"
"A little adventure" ended up being a place right on the main ocean drag that looked the same as every other theme restaurant on the main ocean drag. Okay, so maybe we were going to have a hard time having an authentic experience in a tourist trap like this. Unless maybe we got away from the main drag and went to a biker bar or some drunken Nascar joint. No thanks on that count.
Whatever. A place to get a drink right by the ocean would do just as well. The college kids moving in and out of this bar told me this was the kind of place where I could have a good time. More importantly it seemed like the kind of place where Laura might be able to have a little fun which was suddenly obsessing me more than was probably healthy. Sure it was "something we could find back home," then but that'd probably make Laura more likely to go for the place rather than less.
The place looked exactly the same as every other place we'd passed with a tropical theme designed to lure in college kids. Flashing neon signs advertised various cheap brands that catered to the poor college student demographic, and there were two big display windows along the front containing various pieces of beach memorabilia. It was clear which of the three main tourist groups this place catered to: college students who were so poor that they didn’t even qualify as being on a budget. I figured with the money I made from my job I’d feel positively rich in one of these dives.
A couple of frat types walked past us as we stood at the bar entrance. I saw one of them giving Laura and me an eyeful and I couldn’t help but blush. It was nice to know that I still had it a few years out of college, that they could still mistake me for a college girl. Particularly after everything that had happened with Mike just before we came down here. I glanced to Laura to see if she noticed, but if she did she was pretending she didn't. It was clear she didn't have any intention of actually winding up with a guy from this place tonight despite all of that teasing she did with Dave earlier that I totally wasn't supposed to be listening in on.
"This place looks awesome" I said.
"I don't know. What about that biker bar we passed a few blocks back?"
Laura was being sarcastic but I decided to ignore it. "A biker bar? No way. I want to feel like I’m in college again! Now come on, let’s go have that adventure."
I looked down at my outfit, my figure, and not for the first time I wondered if I still had it. If I'd be able to compete with some of the college girls in there. Sure I wasn't that much older than any of them. Sure I was probably more obsessive about staying in shape than most in there were, but I still occasionally had moments of self-doubt.
Short and petite with my hair down tonight so it fell down past my shoulders, I still had a toned body I'd earned with hours in the gym back in college and a decent upkeep regiment since then. I might not be as toned as I once was, but I still looked damn good. And the outfit I wore didn't leave much to the imagination. Well it left more to the imagination than what I wore on the beach, but whatever. An open mesh shirt covered said bikini top, and even that barely came down to my belly button. Beneath that I had on a pair of shorts so impossibly short that they'd almost look like bikini bottoms themselves if they weren't made out of denim. They also weren't the most comfortable shorts in the world, but another group of delicious looking frat guys walked past and the way they looked me up and down suddenly made those tight shorts feel worth it.
Those guys were also giving Laura the old once over. Not that I could blame them.
Laura's outfit was slightly more modest in comparison to mine, but only slightly. A white halter top that barely covered her tits, no bra underneath since it was built in, and a jean skirt that was almost as short as the shorts I wore. Her outfit also could've been painted on and damn. She did her time in the gym too and she was dressed to show off what she'd earned in the gym even if she tried to act like little miss modesty. She still wore her bikini bottoms underneath and if she turned just right it showed off her ass quite nicely.
In short my best friend looked absolutely
delectably delicious. And I wondered why I was thinking that she looked delicious. That was even crazier than some of the things I'd been thinking about Dave since this vacation started. I just figured it was a sign that I really needed to get laid and get on with the whole rebound thing, and soon!
Not that I figured getting laid would be a problem. Basically we looked like two drunk sorority girls and we were about to walk alone into the beach equivalent of a college meat market. A college bar was, after all, still a college bar even if it did look like a huge tourist trap. The guys in there would be after one thing and one thing only.
Speaking of. Laura had that look on her face that said she was having second thoughts. We weren't going to have any of that! So I didn't give her much time to think about what we were getting into. I pushed open the door, grabbed Laura around the wrist trying to ignore the electric shock that ran through my body where we made contact which was definitely a new development, and pulled her through the door.
The bar's interior looked exactly like what I expected based on the cheerful flashing neon signs outside. College kids everywhere with tight bodies dancing with each other on the floor to a thick beat, trying to get the bartender’s attention, moving around pool tables that dotted the place. Dance music blasted from an insane sound system that permeated the place. A bar ran along the back wall bathed in bright neon lighting in a lame attempt at creating atmosphere.
Tables covered in cheap beer, cheap glasses, and wadded up napkins dotted small round tables in set between pool tables. I immediately felt like I was home. This could’ve been a place back at the university where we spent so much of our time back in the day. Never mind that "back in the day" was really only a few years ago. The place was amazing and it made me feel young and wild in an instant. Not that I ever needed much of an excuse to go a little wild, in counterpoint to my more staid best friend.
It was amazing how working an office job 9-5 could drain all the fun out of your life. Fun I didn’t even realize I was missing until I walked into this reminder of my younger and wilder days that were only a couple of years ago.
I turned and stared at Laura wide-eyed."Oh my God!"
"I know!" she replied. It wasn't a very excited "I know." I could tell I was losing her already and I almost wanted to groan in frustration. Sometimes it got tiring being the fun one trying to show Laura what would inevitably become a good time for her, but I'd keep at it because that was one of my missions in life.
"Can you believe this place?" I asked, trying to drum up some enthusiasm.
"I know. It's totally…"
"Awesome!"
Laura blinked. I could tell that wasn't the word she'd use, but I got there first so whatever. I took her by the wrist again. It was time to be the life of the party until she warmed up to the idea of actually letting loose and having some fun. And with a little luck that might even lead to some of the sort of fun Dave was hoping his wife would enjoy this weekend, but I wasn't holding my breath.
“Come on Laura! Let’s get drunk!”
I let out a wild yell that didn’t feel at all out of place in this joint. Plenty of girls were whooping and generally acting crazy and I was never one to let random drunk girls out-crazy me at a bar. Would it’ve been weird at one of the bars we went to back home? Probably. Those were mostly the professional older crowd now. I’d forgotten what it was like to just let loose and shriek for no reason at all while you were at a bar, so I let loose!
The bar was surprisingly clean and well-maintained considering this was a college place. A woman in a bright purple tank top appeared and looked us over in an appraising way. For a minute I thought she might be seeing through us. For a terrified moment I thought she might tell us to get out because we were too old for the place, no matter how ridiculous that was. But instead she just smiled with a grin.
“What can I get you ladies?” she asked.
"What's good here?" I asked.
"Beer, booze. Most people just want to get drunk cheap,” she said.
"Do you have a drink list?" I asked.
The bartender jerked her head back to the rows of booze on the shelves behind her. Her lips turned up into a wider smile as she saw my eyes running up towards the top. Something told me the drinks up there were pretty dusty in an establishment like this that catered to a more budget-conscious college demographic.
"Do you have any good frozen drinks? Maybe a margarita or daiquiri?"
“Sure do,” the bartender said.
“Two then, with the most expensive rum you have!”
I tossed entirely too much money down on the bar, even considering that this was a tourist place that already charged way too much for their drinks, but whatever. We were on vacation after all. I figured we could let loose a little bit. Besides, unlike most of the college students here we actually had a little money to throw around. One of the advantages of having a few years on the rest of the clientele was a steady job and some disposable income. It was definitely a nice feeling compared to the last time I’d been in a bar like this with barely enough money to scrape together a cheap pitcher of the worst beer imaginable.
The bartender mixed the drinks. I threw down a ten, way too much but the bartender was nice, on the bar and gave a cheerful wave. "Thanks!"
We sat at a round table in the middle of the bar. I could feel guys looking at us even though they were always looking somewhere else by the time I turned in their direction, and why wouldn’t they? Two cute girls in the middle of the bar all alone? That was screaming for some male attention in a place like this. I sat with a stupid grin on my face looking around like a kid visiting a theme park for the first time.
Occasionally I glanced back to Laura. It was like my eyes were drawn to her like an iron filing to a magnet, and every time my eyes ran up and down her body I felt a little thrill run through my own body. I felt like Dave trying to catch a glimpse on the beach yesterday, only I was trying to surreptitiously check out my best friend who I hadn't thought of in that way in years, and even then only for one night that I figured was a definite one-time only thing that stopped before the fun even started.
Only my imagination was going to some very interesting places now every time I looked at her. Every time I appreciated her figure through the view of this strange new desire welling up inside me.
Laura still looked a little less enthusiastic though. She held her drink firmly in one hand and her small purse even more firmly in the other. She was hunched down like she was trying her best not to be any more conspicuous than we already were.
"Okay Kristi," she muttered across the table. "We’re here, now what sort of adventure did you have in mind?"
I scanned the bar. "The only thing we need to make this night perfect is some hot college studs to sweep us off my feet and take us back to their room for the night!"
Laura rolled her eyes. “I’m a married woman Kristi.”
“Oh yeah? And what about Dave's little fantasy? Don't forget you have a hall pass tonight,” I shot back.
Laura sat there with my mouth hanging open working silently. I smiled at her with an innocent smile that was anything but. Was I playing fair? Not exactly. Did I care? Not at all. I figured it was time for some more misdirection. I wanted to keep her moving. The last thing I wanted was to give her some time to think.
"How long has it been since you played a game of pool?" I asked.
Laura blinked. Good. I was keeping her off balance. Just a little.
"It's been a while," she said. “But don’t think that’s getting you out of…”
"Well that settles it," I said. "We need to play a game!"
I glanced around the bar and saw a few open tables. What the hell? We'd been here this long without getting hit on or anything. Maybe the problem was that we were hunched over a table instead of being out there and approachable. Maybe a quick game of pool would encourage one of those hot college studs I mentioned to actually approach us instead of just watching from a distance.
T
he pool tables were pretty nice. Apparently all the bar's profits went into maintaining the tables, because the owner sure as shit wasn't putting much money into the rest of the place. I set some quarters on the table and got out a rack. I felt pretty good doing that. Once again it made me feel like I was back in the old days before I had any responsibility. At least before I had as much responsibility as I did now.
That good feeling lasted right up until the moment I glanced up and saw a hulking drunk mass come up behind Laura and put a hand on her shoulder. Uh-oh.
12: Rescued
I turned and found myself face to chest with the popped collar of some frat guy who was smiling down at me. I wished he wasn’t smiling, because that just opened his mouth enough for his alcohol stained breath to hit my nostrils. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation, let me tell you. It was the sort of sensation that made me wish I'd never agreed to come out to the bar with Kristi in the first place.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Oh you can help me baby,” the guy said in a slurred voice. His hand moved down from my shoulder to my arm, and I noticed that his thumb was brushing ever so slightly against my tit. I tried to pull away from him but he kept my arm firmly in his grip.
"Something wrong here?” Kristi was next to me in a flash and ready to fight. I closed my eyes and prayed we wouldn't end up in a fight or in the local clink because of her temper. So far all the guy had done was act like a jackass grabbing my arm. That wasn’t worth a night spent in jail as far as I was concerned.
Another guy came up beside the first one. He was skinnier with long surfer dude hair down to his shoulders. The two of them stood, skinny and muscular, looking for all the world like some sort of ridiculous frat boy Abbott and Costello.
