A Perfect Night

SKYE BLUE

Ladies, picture it.

There you are lying a top your CBM (current bed mate) basking in the afterglow of a magically delicious round of sex, when he says:

‘Hey, my friend is throwing a party for his girl next weekend. You wanna come with?’

His words were spoken with such nonchalance, that as you lay there in your ‘blissed out’ post orgasmic state, you almost miss the magnitude of what he’s said. But eventually it hits you…

HOLY SHIT! He wants me to meet his friends!

‘Uhhmm…No pressure, eh? Just thought that since we’re hanging out so much, it would probably be good for you to…to meet my friends,’ CBM adds, apparently unnerved by your silence.

You lift your head off his chest and gaze into his eyes. ‘It would be great to meet them. I’d love to go with you,’ you blurt, hoping to reassure him.

CBM smiles and then plants the softest of kisses on your lips. ‘Cool.’

You smile back. Indeed.

A few nights later, as he wheels his car into a parking spot outside the bar where the birthday bash is being held, you feel butterflies in your stomach and you have to remind yourself to breathe. Oh God. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. What if his friend’s don’t like me? What if I don’t like them?

CBM opens the car door for you and as you step out into the cool night air, he pulls you close. ‘Don’t worry they’re going to love you. How could they not? You look beautiful tonight.’

You feel your face flush and instinctively raise a hand to your cheek. How is it that he already knows me so well? ‘Thanks I needed to hear that.’

He smiles down at you and kisses your forehead. ‘Come on. Let’s get out of the cold.’

Moments later, the two of you enter the crowded bar.

“Hi. Pleasure to meet you” you say over and over again, until it feels as if your smile is frozen in place. It seems that CBM is determined to personally introduce you to everyone he knows – including the very drunk birthday girl.

‘Happy Birthday. It’s wonderful to finally meet you,’ you say, offering her your hand.

‘Ahh Hahhh. You’re the reason my man has lost his best friend aren’t you?’ Her eyes travel from the top of your head to your toes and back again, as she squeezes your hand in hers. ‘Well, you’re absolutely gorgeous. It’s a wonder he came up for air long enough to make it out tonight. Do you know you’re all he talks abo—’

That’s when her boyfriend jumps in. ‘Babe, look. More guests have arrived. We should go greet them,’ he says, shooting CBM an apologetic look as he hauls her away.

CBM’s face is bright red when you turn to look at him, but you pretend not to notice.  ‘Come on, let me buy you a drink,’ you say, turning to head towards the bar.

After you get a few beers in him it appears that CBM has all but forgotten the birthday girl’s comments. The two of you spend the duration of the night playing pool, talking with his friends, and stealing kisses when you think no one is watching. At the end of the evening, after saying your goodbyes, the two of you head for the door and you say:

‘I can’t believe how welcoming all your friends are. Thanks again for inviting me. I’m really glad I came.’

CBM grins and takes your hand in his. ‘Me too.’

Then the two of you stroll towards his car in silence, each of you lost in your own thoughts, as you bask in the afterglow of a perfect night.

FIN.

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