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1. Deedee was brimming over with excitement, and a little trepidation, as she finished her shower and other activities in preparation for getting dressed. She took extra time because she wanted everything to be perfect. Her BFF Mimi was coming over tonight, and they were going to go out to dinner at a restaurant picked by Mimi and then a show Deedee had selected (Kinky Boots). Now, this might not seem so unusual for a couple of BFF girlfriends, but Deedee was a 'special' girl. 'I hope I don't get read!' she worried as she tucked her boy parts away and slipped on a pair of very tight black bikini bottoms to keep everything in place. This was her favorite part of getting ready, putting him away and letting Deedee out to play. 'Mimi says I'm ready, but what if I slip?' Then: 'That might be kind of exciting, though, if I looked just good enough to keep them guessing!' Mimi had long ago pronounced Deedee's physical appearance as 'passable' but she had needed to learn to act like a girl as well. After hours of practice, her friend had decided she was good enough, and awarded her a Bachelorette of Arts degree in 'Girly Studies.' She was still clumsy at makeup, but that was OK; tonight Mimi would do her makeup for her. Her voice was still an issue as well - she was almost perfect at raising the pitch as Mimi required, but she still tended to use 'boy' words and phrase things as a guy would. But that was OK too, as Mimi was the only one she expected to talk to tonight other than their waitress - and it would be OK if the waitress guessed, as long as she was cool with it. And if she wasn't, she and Mimi would give her hell before they went somewhere else to eat. Mimi had already picked out Deedee's lingerie and clothes for the evening. She nervously examined the lingerie. "Does she REALLY expect me to wear this sexy stuff out in public? What if somebody looks up my skirt?' Lacy black panties that covered the bikini bottoms but not much else, and a tight lace-covered black underbust lace-up corset with garter straps that gave her a nice figure and lifted her moobs so they at least looked like small, perky boobs. She was proud of 'the girls': 'They may not be large, but they're mine!' She'd tried a lot of different ways to encourage them to grow - supplements, exercises, even a vacuum pump, but they were as stubborn as she was. 'I hope nobody notices that they're too far apart, and one's bigger than the other! I wish you'd hurry up and catch up!' she scolded the right one. 'I can't believe Mimi talked me into going braless! Then again, it's really kind of exciting just to think about it! I hope she's right and the top will conceal my little gems.' Mimi had half a dozen times (at least) reassured her that even though a lot of people would check out her boobs, (which almost terrified her!), nobody would notice or care about the tiny 'flaws.' "Every woman has them, honey. And guys who love tits, which is to say, ALL guys, usually find the little differences fascinating!" She hoped that was true - not that she planned to let any guy inspect them that closely! But, she did want people to check her out, didn't she? 'As long as it's look but don't touch - unless you're a pretty girl; that would be nice!' she smiled at the thought. A gurl could always hope! First the corset. She tightened the laces from the top down, the top ones the very tightest, loosening in the middle and again tight at the bottom. She then pulled and tugged at the top, pulling as much moob out as she could, thrilled as always when the corset brought her perky girls back to life. She tucked as much as possible of her 'muffin top' back up inside the tightly laced waist. She pulled on a lacy cami so she wouldn't be running around her apartment with her boobs exposed. She couldn't resist a couple of squeezes through the silky material. Mimi would sigh whenever she played with her own boobs, and warn her friend that behavior like that could get her in trouble in a public place. She pouted her lips in mock disapproval and scolded herself playfully. She eagerly slipped on her stockings, lingering over the enjoyable task of smoothing them, starting at her ankles; she loved the feel of her hands running over the sheer material, her favorite part of getting dressed, then set the garter strap clips, then pulled on her black panties. 'I can understand why genetic girls hate that girly word, but that's me - girly through and through!' When she was done, she looked in the mirror and thought 'I'll never be a skinny mini, but the corset gives me curves in all the right places - and there are a lot of guys (her boy side included) and girls too, who like curvy girls, right, girlfriend?' The girl in the mirror smiled and nodded enthusiastically. 'Too bad Mimi isn't into chicks,' she said out loud for at least the hundredth time with a ladylike sigh. She waited impatient for her friend to arrive. As usual, Mimi was right on time. "Wow, you look great!" Mimi was enthusiastic as she entered the living room. "I brought something to celebrate with," She raised a Champaign bottle. Deedee was about to express her disapproval when she noted that her friend had brought sparkling grape juice, and she giggled at herself just a bit - of COURSE her BFF knew she didn't drink! "You look great, too!" Deedee said, a little enviously. Mimi was going for the classy slutty look with a short, low cut LBD, a pendant necklce that dangled between her breasts and would be sure to draw eyes there as well, sheer nude hose and black 4 inch peep-toe heels. She had on a plethora of jewelry, all in gold, earrings, a bracelet on one wrist and a watch on the other, a broach also strategically placed to draw eyes, and several rings on each hand. Her hair was perfect, and her makeup subtle except for her bright red lipstick, giving her a sultry look that she loved. "I'll never look that good," she complained with a cute pout, but then, grudgingly, "It's good, though, really - it means people will be staring at you, so they won't notice me so much." "You're a silly girl, Dee! When I'm done with you, you'll be the one turning heads!" She smiled at her friend. "Let's get started, shall we?" "I thought you'd never ask!" Deedee again giggled as she playfully took her friend's hand and tugged her into the bedroom. They started with nails - Deedee had become quite good at doing her friend's nails, and getting her nails done was her favorite part of getting dressed. Deedee carefully painted her friend's finger and toe nails with a dark shiny sultry red, and Mimi then painted her friend's toenails with the same sultry dark red. Finally, Mimi adorned Deedee's fingernails with glue-on nails which perfectly matched the color of her toenails, and spent some time carefully shaping them. Deedee closed her eyes and relaxed as Mimi expertly applied her makeup. This was her favorite part of getting ready. It didn't take too long, as Deedee was a fan of minimal makeup - concealer, a little blush, long lashes and shaped eyebrows, and glossy red lipstick. When her friend was finished, she was thrilled at the result. Mimi had contoured her face to appear thinner, softened her chin, and widened her eyes, and she looked exactly like Deedee's own mental picture of herself - the girl next door look, except for her glossy, pouty lips, which hinted at a secret sensuality. Finally, her favorite part of getting ready - getting dressed! She pulled on the short red lined sheath skirt, savoring the feeling of the silky lining as it slipped up over her stockings. Deedee was a little nervous about the very short skirt, and also the bright red color - would everyone be staring at her legs? 'So what if they are?,' she asked herself, a little indignantly. 'You have great legs, even you have to admit that, and you are going to LOVE showing them off. Mimi had picked a slinky black top that fit snuggly over the corset when zipped, with sheer lace from the top of her boobs to cap shoulders. She knew she was going to love the feeling of that soft, slippery material caressing her boobs all night. 'It turns me on just to think about it!' So she slipped out of the cami, bunched up the top, slipped her arms through the short lacy sleeves, and then swung her arms straight up over her head. The top slithered down over her, requiring only a little wiggle to settle into place. Deedee always loved this more than anything! The top slipped on so effortlessly that it she felt as if she had been born to wear clothes like this; it was like she was actually 'slipping into Deedee' and her other side receded and became a fascinated observer. But it felt different tonight. Normally she was playing a role; tonight it felt as if this was the REAL her, getting ready for a Girls' Night Out. She was incredibly excited, but just a little worried - what if she got stuck this way? "And what's wrong with that?" she asked aloud emphatically, startling Mimi who was performing her own final ablutions. She had to explain, and they both had a laugh. For a little accent, she tied a red ribbon into bow just above her waist. Now it was time for shoes! To Deedee, high heels were in the top 3 most girly things in the universe. There was something totally thrilling of hearing the click clack of heels, and Deedee always tried on every pair she was going to buy, so she could walk in them and be sure they clicked. She and Mimi had shopped for weeks to find the perfect skirt to match her shiny red lace up ankle booties with 2 inch heels. She normally preferred taller heels, but she didn't want to tower over her friend. 'I sure wish I could wear heels more often! Well, maybe after tonight I'll have the confidence to go out in public more frequently.' "I sure hope so," she sighed wistfully, and once again had to explain. "Plan on it, girlfriend!" Mimi exclaimed. "We're going out for dinner at least once a week from now on. I didn't do all that work for nothing!" She looked at her friend again. "You really do look great, you know. Hurry up, it's time to go. We've got 7 o'clock dinner reservations." "The way you drive, we should have left 5 minutes ago!" Mimi was one of the 3 slowest drivers in the history of the world, and when Deedee rode with her friend, she despaired of ever getting anywhere on time. With Deedee driving, they'd get there in plenty of time, but she didn't want to drive in evening traffic in heels until she'd had more practice. Of course, now that it was almost time to go, she was starting to get nervous - very nervous. Her stomach was trying to turn flip flops, and she was trembling. Mimi noticed. "Deep breaths, girlfriend! Think about the finishing touches, the icing on the cake! You are awesome and you're gonna do just fine. And I'll be with you the whole time. Try and relax; by the time we get to dessert, you'll feel like you've been doing this for your whole life!" Deedee slipped on a faux pearl necklace with 3 strands and matching bracelets. She'd debated over her collection of earrings for a while and decided on the silver dangly ones with 3 nestled hoops. Her ears would hurt like heck in a couple of hours, but Mimi was always telling her, "Sometimes you have to put up with a little discomfort to get the look you want." And then she would always add: "If you'd get your ears pierced, you wouldn't have that sort of problem!" But Deedee wasn't quite ready for that yet. Only one thing left, her favorite thing! She carefully slipped on her wig, the final touch, and Mimi helped her clip in place with some hairpins. She shook her head, first carefully and then more vigorously, and she was satisfied that it would stay on tonight. Deedee's natural hair had been mostly gray since her early 20s, and after a lot of experimentation with colors she never really liked, she decided to leave her hair natural. The wig was shoulder length and ended in a mass of unruly curls, and matched her mostly salt with a sprinkle of pepper hair exactly, so if a few strands of her own hair slipped out, they looked just like the wig. Her hair was going to make her stand out tonight, she knew- she'd noticed that very few women with long hair showed any gray, but she felt that it gave her a very dramatic look that suited her perfectly.." She took a look in the mirror and was very pleased at what she saw. "You know, Mims, if 'he' ran into me on the street, he'd have to drape his coat to cover his lap for at least 20 minutes!" "Don't worry, hon, You won't run into him tonight, but there will be a lot of other guys that react the same way." "You know I don't go for men, Mimi! Maybe we'll get lucky and run into a couple who are looking for some kinky stuff tonight. I get the chick!" "As long as he's hot," Mimi laughed. "You're not going to leave me stuck with the ugly one tonight!" They sat down on the sofa for a quick toast. "To Girls' Night Out!' Deedee propsed, and raised her glass high. "To my debutant friend, Deedee Skyblue!" Mimi responded as their glasses clinked. Mimi stood up, still holding her almost empty wine glass, and then, disaster struck! She shrieked and stumbled and the dregs of her drink flew straight into Deedee's face! "Oh, Pooters! Now my makeup is all messed up!" Deedee wailed. "You'll never get it fixed in time. Maybe we better stay in for the evening." Inside, she was equally relieved and devastated; she'd been becoming more terrified with each passing moment, but she also wondered when she would ever get the courage to try this again. She decided to pretend to be cross, so Mimi wouldn't see how relieved she really was. "Couldn't you have been more careful? We planned this night for ages, and now it's ruined!" "No, wait, it isn't too bad. Sit still for a few seconds, it won't matter if we just are a few minutes late for dinner." She ran into the bathroom and got a washcloth and towel. She draped the towel around Deedee's neck to protect her blouse, and got back to work. It seemed to Deedee to take longer than the first time around, and Mimi spent quite a bit of time around her eyes, and then "Ok, you're perfect again! Let's go!" Mimi grabbed Deedee's hand and pulled her toward the door, and after she'd made a fuss about not being able to go, she had no choice. She quickly grabbed her purse, and out they went, Deedee following her just a little hesitantly as Mimi enthusiastically pulled her along. Section 2 Please Join Us For Dinner Mimi might have driven a tad faster tonight than she would normally have done, but she didn't seem worried about their dinner reservations. Deedee was a little surprised at their destination, the dinner dance restaurant at the most expensive hotel in town. Her job had been to pick the show, Mimi the restaurant, and she hoped Mimi would be surprised as well as pleased with her choice. There had been no reference to their late arrival as they were instantly escorted to their table near the dance floor. "We're a little overdressed for the places we normally eat," her friend explained "But I thought we should dress way up to celebrate." Deedee looked around anxiously, and was somewhat relieved see that they were indeed dressed appropriately, and even more relieved that no one seemed to notice anything 'unusual' about her. It wasn't that people weren't staring at the two of them, because they were. But it was two attractive women they were checking out, and Deedee was especially flattered when one guy nudged his friend and pointed - discretely. They ordered glasses of sparkling water; Mimi ordered salad and Deedee tuna. They made a toast, and then sipped while waiting for their meal. The waitress returned sooner than they expected, and presented them with a fascinating bottle, pale pink frosted glass, corked like champagne, and the brand name spelled out in sparkling crystals. "Compliments of the two gentlemen at the table near the door," she indicated the pair. It was the same guys Deedee had noticed before, and they waved. "It's our most expensive sparkling water." She leaned closer and whispered "It costs more than most of our wines and champagnes! Even the crystals in the label are expensive!" She was obviously very impressed. She leaned closer to the two women. "I'm a little jealous... well, a lot jealous, actually. I'd go home with either one!" "Or both of them?" Mimi teased and the waitress blushed. "Don't be embarrassed, hon, I was thinking the same thing." Deedee was speechless and a little flushed, both from receiving such an expensive gift from TWO MEN, and the naughty conversation, but Mimi seized the opportunity. "Please tell them 'thank you' from us, and that we'd be pleased if they'll dine with us." "I'll bring their meals here too, then, lucky girls!" The waitress turned and walked away with a little extra wiggle. Mimi concluded that even though two of her potential paramours had been removed from the field, at least temporarily, she wouldn't have any problem finding a companion or two later, if that's what she was looking for. Deedee leaned close to her friend and hissed "What the HELL are you DOING? You know I'm not interested in men! What am I going to do? What if they figure it out?" "It would be really rude just to ignore them," Mimi whispered back sharply. "Especially since they didn't just send us champagne, they took the time to find out what we're drinking. You're going to have to learn to deal with people other than me sooner or later, so, you are going to behave as I taught you to, and you are going to be pleasant - and stop worrying. Nobody but me could ever possibly guess your secret. Now sit up and be nice, here they come!" Deedee thought about getting up and walking away, but that would cause a scene, and that was the last thing she wanted. Her stomach was turning over and she was sure her hands were shaking so she dropped them to her lap and took a couple really deep breaths, trying to calm herself. What was the worst that could happen if these guys clocked her - even if they told everyone else? She might get laughed at by the people in this room, but none of them knew her and she'd never see any of them again. And if she wanted to keep going out, just as her friend said, sooner or later she was going to have to learn to talk to people other than Mimi - including men! She looked up shyly just as they reached the table. "I'm Ward and this is Orson," one said. "And we're Mimi and Deedee," Mimi replied. "Are those really your names? Ward Cleaver and Orson Welles?" Deedee managed to smile and remembered not to stand up as she shook their hands. "We get asked that a lot, but yes, those are our real names. But what about you two, are you a couple of strippers?" Orson replied. He had longish brown hair, a square-jawed face with a beard, he was maybe a few inches short of six feet, and looked like he worked out a lot. Ward was an inch or so taller, with curly red hair and a baby face, and he was thinner, perhaps a runner or swimmer. They were both well dressed and a little casual, their attire a good match for the girls. "Maybe... would you pay to watch us?" Mimi joked flirtatiously, while Deedee blushed bright red at the banter. Everybody laughed, and the ice was broken, and they began chatting. The guys were intelligent and engaging, and Deedee quickly relaxed as neither of them seemed to note anything unusual about her. Orson set about charming Mimi, leaving Deedee to make conversation with Ward. She was still close to terrified, but he was treating her just as if... 'Just as if he accepts me as a chick!' she thought, a little bit triumphantly. And he was intelligent and engaging and funny and she got his jokes and he laughed at her jokes. She discovered that he and Orson were newly-minted doctors who had just been assigned to the local hospital. They were staying here in the hotel until they could find an apartment. She was surprised at how much time had passed when the waitress arrived with their meals. As she placed Deedee's plate, the cute young lady whispered in Deedee's ear, "Lucky you! He would have been my first choice too!" Deedee could feel herself blushing again and barely refrained herself from blurting out "You take him, then! I'm not into guys AT ALL!" But she still wasn't ready to cause a scene, so she settled for a wan smile. As they were about halfway through their meal, the dance band began playing, and some couples got up to dance. The band had a great repertoire, playing ballads, rock and roll, swing, some jazz, some blues songs and even a few waltzes. Deedee noted that they were taking requests. Her grandfather had been a Big Band director and she loved swing music. The next time the waitress came by, she asked her to request her favorite: "In the Mood". As the band started playing, Ward winked at her, and she struggled to hide her dismay. 'He thinks I'm sending him a subtle message!" Trying to recover as best she should, she tried to sound humorous: "Don't you start getting ideas, Buster Brown!" All 3 of her table mates laughed at that, so she forced a laugh as well. But 'They ALL think I'm just making a joke and I did it on purpose! That's worse than ever!!' She was afraid to say any more on the subject, as she feared it would only get her in deeper. She was pleased when Orson changed the subject. Eventually though, the conversation wandered into dangerous territory again. "So, ladies, what are your plans for the evening?" Orson asked. Deedee jumped in quickly, worried that Mimi might ask them to come along to the theater. "The two of us are going to see a show," she answered, perhaps a little too forcefully. 'Well, maybe that will get my message across,' she thought hopefully. Ward and Orson were nice guys and she didn't want them to feel betrayed when their new friends left them without warning, but she was really stressing out and she wanted get away from company for a while. "Would you ladies instead like to stick around and dance for a while after we eat?" Ward asked casually. Of course Mimi agreed. That was enough for Deedee; she excused herself and stood up, heading for the restrooms. Mimi stood up as well and quickly caught up with her. "That's enough. I'm leaving!" Deedee snapped to her friend as she stomped her foot. "I don't dance with men, I don't dance at all, and even if I did, I couldn't dance in these shoes, because I'd break an ankle - or both! And I'm not going to take them off either and ruin a good pair of stockings! And I don't want to miss the show!" Without thinking, Deedee turned toward the men's room, and Mimi quickly grabbed her arm and redirected her friend. "Nothing to worry about, girlfriend, check your purse," Mimi chuckled, as they stepped into the Ladies Room. Deedee was relieved to see that the loo was empty at that moment. She opened her purse, and was surprised to see a silvery pouch she didn't recognize. "What's this?" she asked her friend as she pulled it out. Mimi just smiled, and Deedee opened the pouch to find a pair of 'foldable flats,' shoes similar to ballet slippers. "How'd this get here? You planned this, didn't you?" she accused her friend. "Don't be silly," Mimi protested innocently. 'I always bring a pair of these along when I go out in heels, just in case I have to be on my feet for a long time. When my feet hurt a lot, I swap the heels for the slippers. So I thought I'd put a pair in your purse, too, in case your ankles or feet start hurting." "That's actually a good idea," Deedee replied thoughtfully. "Thank you for thinking about my comfort." Then her tone changed, back again to petulant. "I'm still not gonna dance with a guy! I'm not really a girl!" It hurt to say that, but she was getting worried! "Then why are you dressed like a girl? Why do you have condoms in your purse?" Deedee looked at her friend in horrified astonishment, "You put condoms in my purse, too?" "Honey, these days, every woman out for an evening of fun carries condoms, just in case she gets lucky. Doesn't mean you have to use them. Weren't you a Boy Scout once?" Before her friend could object again, Mimi took her by the shoulder and turned her around. "Look in the mirror and tell me you aren't a girl!" Deedee knew what she would see - the wholesome girl next door look she loved. Instead what she saw was so stunning, she forgot to be horrified! ~~~***~~~ "I don't believe it!" Mimi had changed her makeup. Her friend was a genius at makeup - an evil genius! Without being able to say how she knew, Deedee instantly knew that the girl in the mirror was a cock- sucking slut who could never get enough! Her eyes shouted it, her pouty lips were begging to be filled, her face was flushed from thinking about sucking cocks. "If 'he' saw me, he'd be ripping his pants off!" she said heatedly, almost shouting. Mimi knew just who 'he' was. Deedee could feel a stirring in her bikini bottom as he woke up and looked through her eyes - and was instantly turned on and horny. 'You go back to sleep, you!!' This time she really did shout, but only in her thoughts. "And Ward and Orson have been looking at me all evening? Oh my God, MIMI!" "And every other guy in the place, too," Mimi replied slyly. "And every one of them wishes he were Ward! But you've been so into him you haven't noticed, I guess. So, let's go back and dance with the nice young men who bought us dinner." "Are you NUTS? I can't possibly go back out there now, knowing what Ward's been thinking every time he looked at me!" "That's what you say now, girlfriend, but before the night is over, I predict your head will be in his lap, your mouth full of hot, hard cock, and you'll be eagerly bobbing up and down like a yo yo!" Mimi laughed at her friend's dismay. "No! Never! No matter what you made me look like, I am NOT interested in guys. And certainly not in having SEX with a guy!" "Look, girlfriend, we can't stay in here all night. I'm going to finish my dinner, and then do some dancing. And I'm not driving anywhere until I'm finished. So you can either find your way home by yourself, dressed and made up so that every guy who sees you is going to instantly whip out his cock and try to push you to your knees, or you can go back out there with me and enjoy the company of two guys who have been perfect gentlemen all evening - despite what you look like. Now, take your heels off and put on your slippers." Deedee was in a daze, totally stunned at what was happening to her. She followed her friend's order, put on her slippers, and went along passively when Mimi took her hand and pulled her out of the restroom. One thought was zooming round and round inside her head, 'He's been sitting next to a girl who looks like the sluttiest cocksucker in the history of sluts, and he hasn't even tried to touch me.' And then suddenly there was another thought. 'Should I be glad or insulted?' And then, astonished at herself, 'Where did THAT come from?' She'd been quiet all night, and now she was even more so. Ward noticed and didn't press her, but began a humorous story about some trouble he and Orson had gotten into in med school. He was a great story teller with a good delivery, and soon she was smiling and even laughed once or twice. ~~~***~~~ After dinner, they relaxed and listened to the band, and it wasn't long before Mimi pulled Orson out onto the dance floor. Ward grabbed Deedee's hand and turned to the floor, and she followed meekly along, making weak protests, petrified but not knowing what else to do. The song was just ending so she took the chance to protest again. "Ward, I don't know how to dance!" He smiled and replied "You don't have to do anything, just stand there and wiggle." She had a true laugh at that. "Well, at least I can do half of that." Mimi stepped over and whispered in her ear, "Just watch the girls around us and do what they do." Then the next song started, and she imitated the way the other girls moved, (which was much more than just 'stand in one place and wiggle') and slowly she relaxed and began to enjoy it. A lot of guys were watching her, but if she hadn't wanted to be seen, why even go out for dinner? Watching Mimi closely, Deedee tried to move like her friend did. After a couple of dances, she was wiggling, strutting, shaking her bootie, swinging her hips and bumping with the best of 'em. She was so into it that she quite forgot who she was dancing with. During a short break between songs, Mimi took the time to whisper more advice to her friend. "In a slow dance, remember to let him lead." "No, no and NO! This has gone far enough, Mims. No slow dances for this girl!" To Mimi, she didn't sound quite as emphatic as she had before. When the music started again Mimi winked at her as they started to shake and wiggle again. She was brought back to reality abruptly during a song when they were bumping. Without warning, he turned to face her directly and she bumped her hip into his front instead of his side. Deedee felt something poking her 'Wow, that's his...' a number of words floated through her mind in an instant. 'Boner, woody, stiffy, cock, hard-on, rod, junk, penis...' and she instantly rejected all of them as being too harsh, or too juvenile, or too masculine. Then 'package' flashed into her mind. 'That's it, that's his package! I hope I didn't hurt him!' The last time 'he' had been dancing, he'd bumped a little too hard with a woman who was much lighter than he was, and knocked her into the boards with a perfect hip check. The concerned Deedee winced at the pain she could have caused. He wasn't showing any pain, though. 'I guess he's all right, then,' she thought with relief. 'Still, I really don't want to do that again.' She quickly took a step away, just as the song ended. She thought about fleeing back to the table, but before she could, the next song started. Almost before she recognized the opening bars of The Blue Danube, he reached out, took her hands, and pulled her gently into his embrace. She tensed, then relaxed as he held her properly for a waltz - his right holding her left, his other hand resting gently on her waist, a discreet distance between them, not like the writhing passionate dry humping that was going on around them. She placed her right hand against his chest, and gingerly began to follow, hardly believing what she was doing. Some years ago, 'he' had taken ballroom dancing lessons, so she was better prepared for a waltz then she'd been for the more active dances, albeit from a different perspective. She stumbled a few times, reflexively trying to lead, and was surprised at his gentle strength when he supported her and saved her from falling. It wasn't too long before she learned to relax, and she discovered that following was much easier than having both dancers trying to lead! Ward was really a very good dancer, guiding her gently, keeping an eye out for open spaces so they could move around the floor without bumping into anyone else. She'd never experienced anything quite as exhilarating; she was coming to understand the feeling of 'floating on a cloud'! She could see that other couples were really taking notice of them. Many women were apparently jealous of her partner's skill and wishing they were dancing with him right now, while some men seemed almost to shrink, realizing that they were outclassed. She was thrilled when she realized that at least a few of the men were wishing they were dancing with HER! Deedee loved being the center of attention! It was as if, for at least this moment, she was totally accepted as the girl as whom she was presenting. She realized that she was more than a bit of a showoff. 'After all, what did I come out for tonight except to show off? I deserve a chance to shine, and this is it!" Then something surprising happened. First one, and then a couple more, and finally about a third of the couples paused, adjusted their positions, and resumed, and a half dozen women popped up from their seats and dragged a man after them to the floor. From a table of 4, ('Two married couples, it looks like to me,' Deedee thought with interest. Bet that's gonna cause a ruckus!') a woman fairly leaped to her feet and dragged her friend's husband onto the floor. And now the floor was filled with whirling, waltzing coupes. 'I thought I was skilled, but some of these dames look like professionals!' she thought, then proudly: 'But NONE of the men are anywhere nearly as good, or as handsome, as my guy!' She didn't even notice the possessive reference in her thoughts... She felt very let down when the dance ended, but this time it was she who grabbed his hand. But then she led him back to their table, which left him more than a little confused. "I thought you were really enjoying that?" he asked, a bit sadly. "Oh! Yes, you're very right! That was awesome! You are an awesome dancer! And just look what we started!" She realized she was gushing, and took a deep breath to calm down a little. "Whah, thaaank you, ma'am!" he drawled, sounding like a good guy in a Western talking to the saloon girl, and she giggled as she curtsied. For some reason, there were chills running down her spine. 'After all,' she reasoned, 'my saloon girl outfit is one of my favorites! I'd sure like to wear THAT one out! I wonder if I could get him to dress up like a cowboy and take me to the Wild West Nightclub some evening? We'd fit right in, and I'd love to close the place down with him!' She was totally thrilled to be showing off her "classy evening at the theatre" outfit tonight - 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could show off ALL my favorites and have as much fun as I'm having tonight!' "After a waltz like that, how could I EVER go back to writhing and wiggling?" she asked playfully. "Let's ask the band to play another!" "Sure, which one?" he agreed. They quickly decided on The Tennessee Waltz, and Deedee grabbed his hand and practically dragged him over to talk to the band leader, who was definitely agreeable. "Sure, I'll make it the first song after our next break." "That's good, I really need a bit of a rest!" Deedee led Ward back to their, and they watched the dancers wiggle. Between dances, Orson headed to the men's room, and Mimi came over, grabbed Ward's hand and pulled him toward the floor. "I'm not ready to site down yet. OK with you, girlfriend?" but she didn't wait for an answer. Deedee didn't quite know how to react, so she nodded in bemusement. 'Why am I feeling jealous?' she asked herself. 'It's not like he's my date or anything! And he's a guy, and I don't do guys!' And yet, it bothered her when it turned out to be a slow song, and they put their arms around each other and pulled so closely together. 'You SILLY GIRL! Stop it! That's your best friend, you know, and she's not trying to steal him away from you. At least, she better not be! Wait, what am I thinking?' She would have been even more confused if she could have heard the conversation between her best friend and the guy who was doing such an excellent job of showing Deedee a good time. ~~~***~~~ "You seem to really like my friend," Mimi spoke just loudly enough that Ward could hear, but no one else would overhear. "Thanks for helping make this might so special for her. She's usually very shy." She paused; she needed to say this, but she wasn't sure how. "There's something about her that you ought to know. If you're thinking you're gonna get lucky tonight with her - well, she's not really into guys." 'Although you couldn't tell it from watching her tonight!' she giggled in her thoughts. 'She may be changing her mind...' "I'm not too worried," he replied confidently. "Whatever his secret is, I can handle it." 'So, he already knows,' she thought. 'Very interesting.' Aloud, "I want you to promise you won't put her under any pressure tonight, regardless of what happens. She doesn't really know what she could be getting into, and I don't want to see her hurt." She pulled back a bit and looked him right in the eye. "If she says 'no,' no matter what she's said before, I want you to respect that. I know that might be hard," and then she chuckled. "In fact, it's already hard, isn't it?" She chuckled again as he abruptly pulled away from her a few inches, but she pulled him back. 'Am I really going to say this? I hope I'm doing the right thing! I wish I was taller, so I could breathe... oops! I mean whisper! in his ear.' Her voice morphed into a soft, sexy purr. "Let's make a deal. If you treat her right, and you end up high and dry, I'll take care of you. So you be a gentleman, and you'll definitely get lucky with at least one of us tonight!" He almost didn't believe what he'd just heard, and it took him a few seconds to compose himself. "Wow, Mimi, what a generous offer! You guys must be really close!" Mimi nodded her agreement. "BFFs forever, that's us! I figure, if you know you're gonna score later, it will be easier to keep from pressuring her if she's reluctant." "I have to say, that's the most... unique offer I've ever heard," he winked at her. "I try to always be a gentleman, no matter how hard it gets..." he pressed against her a little tighter, and she smiled back. "I really don't need a special treat at the end of the evening in order to go home happy. Anyway, what would Orson say?" "He's gonna be too warn out by then to have anything to say, I guarantee!" she squeezed back. "I believe it!" The song ended and they pulled apart a little reluctantly. It had been a fun exchange. She was just a little miffed that he hadn't instantly accepted her offer instant - but she was pretty sure he was interested! ~~~***~~~ When the couple got back to the table, Deedee was furious! She stood up, grabbed Mimi by the hand, and barked three emphatic words. "Ladies.'Room.Now!" As soon as they got out of earshot of the guys, Deedee exploded at her friend. "What the HELL do you THINK YOU'RE DOING? Why didn't you just fuck him, right there on the floor? He's with ME!" Mimi wasn't surprised. "I thought you aren't into guys?" Deedee stopped abruptly, suddenly confused. "What AM I doing? I'm sorry, Mims. I need a minute to sort things out." Mimi pulled her bemused friend to a quiet corner near the Ladies' Room. "The Loo is too public for this, I think," she explained. Deedee smiled wanly in acknowledgement of her friend's concern. Then, after a few second, she continued sadly, "I think it's time to leave. I'm having a fantastic time, but I don't want to lead him on and then let him down with a case of 'blue balls.' I've seen what that's like!" She shuddered, and then spoke about the thing that terrified her the most. "And... what if he finds out my secret? Will he beat the crap out of me, or just expose me to the whole crowd, or just leave in a huff? I don't know which would be worse!?" "I can help you with that one, anyway," Mimi smiled, and dropped a bombshell. "He already knows, and it certainly doesn't bother him, regardless of your exterior plumbing!" "You told him?!?!" Deedee exploded incredulously. "How could you? That's MY secret, not yours to give away!" She backed away from her friend. "I'm leaving. I'll take a cab, and the hell with what I look like or what the cab driver thinks. And if he even so much as says anything, he'll be SO sorry!" She turned and began to stomp out the door, furious. But Mimi wasn't through yet. "STOP, you, and listen to me!" She commanded as she grabbed her friend's shoulder. "I did NOT tell him. When we were dancing, he told me he knew - and the solid titanium rod in his pants told me he was fine with it." "That was for you, not me, you... you backstabbing traitor!" Now Mimi was a little mad, too. "You're wrong," she replied flatly. "That thing of his was hard as a rock before I ever asked him to dance, and I think you know that." She paused, and gave her friend the once-over. "Now, you can either start behaving like a lady or you can leave and the hell with you!" Deedee actually did know that, from the bump just before the waltz, but in her mind she had tried vigorously to pretend she didn't. It dawned on her that what Mimi was telling her was true. Her anger drained away, leaving sadness behind. "You're right, but that just means I still have to leave now. He's expecting something I can't help him with, and I don't want to lead him on any longer." "Oh, NO, that's one thing you AREN'T doing! If you do that, you'll be miserable, he'll be miserable, and Orson will probably dump me, and then all four of us will be miserable. And _I_ at least, haven't just been a cock-tease with Orson on all evening - I fully intend to deliver and make a LOT of noise doing it!" Deedee didn't even protest the cock tease remark. "What can I do, Mimi? I won't, won't, can't, can't, can't have sex with him," she sobbed, on the verge of tears. "I can't run out on him. But," she sobbed again. "I can't spend more time with him and lead him on more, either. Right now I feel like I have to do something I don't want to do, even just a blowjob, just to make it up to him, and the more time I spend the more I'll feel like I have to do it. I can't go and I can't stay. I wish I could just disappear forever!" "I've got an idea," Mimi said slowly. "You aren't going to like it much at first, but think about it for a few seconds before you storm out of here in a powder puff huff." Deedee doubtfully nodded her head, and Mimi could see a flash of hope in her face. She continued hesitantly, as if she were just working through her idea. "Suppose, just suppose... I promise you that I'll take care of him later, before we go home?" she suggested. "That way you can stay, have fun, and warm him up for me. I guarantee he'll get expert attention. From an expert!" she winked at her friend. "Maybe he'll even let you watch. And if you're really good, there might be a treat waiting for you at home." She was right, Deedee was furious again. "You SLUT! You've been planning all along for this, haven't you?" Before she could continue, Mimi spun on her heel, then threw a cutting comment back over her shoulder. "I said, act like a lady and I meant it. Do whatever you want." She strode back out to the floor, taking big breathes to calm herself down. If whatever Deedee chose to do didn't spoil her plans for Orson, she didn't want to scare him off herself. She heard the click clack of heels behind her, and then Deedee whispered in her ear, "Mimi, can you help me with my makeup? I must look like hell warmed over by now. Pretty please?" She turned and looked at her friend, and laughed. "Not even that good by a mile, girlfriend! Let's go see what we can do." By the time they got back to the table, the band was just about through with their break and the guys had just started to worry a little. At her insistence, Deedee's cock-slut makeup had been perfectly restored. Both girls were laughing at some joke Deedee had just made and there was no trace of the drama they'd just played out. Before they could sit, the members of the band returned, and were picking up their instruments. Deedee grabbed Ward's hand. "C'mon, big boy, they're playing our song!" 'That line sounded lot less lame when I heard it in that movie! I can't believe I ever thought it was sexy,' she thought with a little chagrin, but Ward was delighted. They reached the floor and waited, and as the music started playing "I was waltzin, with my darlin'" they began to move together. But the easy rhythm of the earlier waltz had fled during the break, and almost instantly, Deedee stumbled again, and once again, Ward kept her from falling. This time, though, Ward didn't just support her, but he pulled her closer and put both arms around her! Both her hands went to his shoulders to push herself free, but, 'I still don't want to make a scene!' and she left them there and reluctantly allowed him to pull her a little closer. He began to move his hips and guide them around, taking smaller steps than waltz steps, and she even more reluctantly decided 'Well, this isn't as bad as I expected. In fact...' even in her thoughts, she paused at this portentous discovery: 'I kind of like it!' After another second, she began to relax, and she didn't resist as he pulled her a little closer. 'I'm glad Mimi brought the flats,' she silently thanked her friend as her head sunk to his shoulder. 'I wouldn't even think of dancing like this if I was taller than him.' It didn't take her long to realize, 'Wow, Mimi is right, it does feel like titanium!' she almost gasped. She was surprised at how obvious it was, even though he was making no attempt to push against her. She thought about pulling away, but then realized that it was just something a girl had to accept when slow dancing with a guy. At least, a guy who found her desirable... 'I guess it's kind of flattering, knowing that even though he knows my secret, he still feels that way,' she considered. And then 'I guess I'm glad Mimi told me that. I feel a lot more relaxed, knowing that he won't go home frustrated. Still, she must have balls of brass to even think of something like that, much less talk to me about it.' She smiled; that was Mimi, all the way through! And that humor relaxed her even more. A sudden thought struck her, and she pulled her head back and pushed him away, not enough to alarm him, just enough to look up at him as she spoke to him. "You better not be thinking about introducing me to any of your old friends tonight!" He smiled back at her. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing. I promise, any of my old friends are just shit out of luck tonight!" Deedee was pleased that he'd got the reference. A lot of times, her humor went over the heads of her friends. They shared a bit of laughter, and then her head went back to his shoulder, and he pulled her a little closer than before. She sighed and closed her eyes, trusting in him to steer them away from collisions. When the song ended, Ward didn't release her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Thank you! I really enjoyed that dance." He took the opportunity to nibble her ear, and once again, she felt chills shooting down her spine. He continued to hold her as they waited for the next song. The next dance was slow as well, and this time, they swayed together, hardly moving. Deedee realized his hands were drifting downward, until one hand was splayed across half her derriere. She knew she ought to stop him, so she turned her head so she was whispering directly in his ear, sternly. "I'm not really comfortable with the whole world watching you fondle my fanny, lover boy." 'Oh, crap! Now I've gone and blown it!' he thought in dismay. Instantly his hand was off her butt and he started to pull away from her, certain that he was going to get a reprimand at least, or maybe even a slap! He started to make an abashed apology but she put a finger on his lips to silence him. "Shush! Not a word, you!" she insisted, then moved her hands to his shoulders. "Let me lead for a while, OK?" He nodded, very puzzled and a bit apprehensive about what horrible retribution she would lead him into? She maneuvered the pair away from the tables, then around so that he was between her and the bulk of the room, and there was nothing behind her except a wall. She then relaxed her grip on his shoulders, and once again rested her head on his chest. "Much better..." she exhaled softly as she closed her eyes again. "You're on again, big boy!" He couldn't believe it! 'Is she...? No, she couldn't be! It's just a chance to get in more trouble,' he mused. 'Maybe it's some sort of test?' "You know, this song isn't going to last forever!" she whispered. "Nor the mood. Better get it while it's hot!" She felt her face turn red and knew she was blushing, but he couldn't see. Both his hands dropped to cup her tush, and he squeezed. "Gently, lover boy," she reminded him, then, "That's better." She wiggled her hips to show her approval, and they continued to sway until several seconds after the music ended. "We'd better go back to the table and sit out a few," she suggested regretfully. "I need a chance to cool off. That was WAY beyond anything that's ever happened to me before!" She winked to be sure he knew it was OK, and then wiggled her hips again to reconfirm her message, and then reluctantly released him as they returned again to their chairs. She was silent for so long, he was worried. 'Have I offended her? I didn't do...' Before he could complete that thought, she leaned close to him. "Are you anywhere NEAR as horny as I am? I wish ONE of us had a cunt!" She giggled. "If you were a chick, I'd be dragging you to back to your room, but we might not make it out of the elevator! And if I were the chick I look like, same thing, only faster, I'd pull you under the table and do you, right here, right now! And I have NEVER in my life been as tempted as I am now." For the second time tonight, there were tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, and I KNOW I'm going to regret this, but I'm still not into guys - but I'm sure as hell having an awesome time with an awesome guy." She took his hands and looked into his eyes. "Promise me you'll bang Mimi until she can't walk. Pretty please?" He jolted backward as if he'd just been zapped with an electric shock. "Yeah, she told me, too, and I love her for it! Tonight has been a fantasy come true for me, even the flirting, rubbing, and fondling parts. And the waltz was simply out of this world! And knowing Mimi will take care of you, and you won't be left hurting and hating me for giving you blue balls makes it perfect!" She pulled him closer, until their noses were actually touching. "So you have to promise me!" She twisted her head slightly and leaned in a little closer for a quick peck on the lips, hardly believing how daring she was being! "So, pretty pretty pretty please, bang her and bang her again and again, until you're as worn out as I wish I could make you!" "Do you realize how totally weird it is for a chick to beg her guy to have sex with her bestie? Anyway, what about you?" he looked at her curiously. She shook her head, and squeezed his hands. "Promise! Don't worry about me, I've got something in mind. Promise!" "What can I do? I promise! I promise to give her the best fucking of her life, because I'll be pretending it's you the whole time!" She felt as if she were melting inside. "That may be the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." She threw caution to the wind, pushed aside her inhibitions, pulled him closer, and put her best effort into her first ever serious kiss with a guy. 'It's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be!" She pulled away after about 3 seconds. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He was reaching to pull her in for another kiss when the leader of the band announced the last song of the evening. "Let's finish my fantasy with one last dance," she requested enthusiastically. "I would absolutely LOVE to waltz one more time tonight!" She pulled him after her as she rushed onto the floor. They stood close together waiting for the song to start, and she quickly recognized Mary McGregor's Dancin' Like Lovers. "Perfect! Not a waltz, but ? time. Sweep me off my feet with one last waltz at the end of the evening!" she urged him. They quickly moved into the rhythm of the song and recaptured the floating feeling of the Blue Danube. She could easily have danced this way for hours, but had other plans for ending the last dance. She tried to subtly guide their whirling path, and about halfway through the song, they were where she'd hoped to go. She gently pulled her lead hand free and slipped both arms around him and pulled him close. He was quick on the uptake, and an instant later, they were wrapped together in their closest embrace yet. She gently moved them around, and once again, there was nothing behind her. "Hey, lover boy," she turned her head so she could blow in his ear as she whispered huskily, "this song won't last forever!" They stood almost still for several minutes after the song faded away. Finally, she looked up, pulled together her courage, and kissed him again. She didn't want it to end, but eventually she pulled away. "Thanks for being my guy tonight," she murmured. "I now relinquish you to the tender mercies of my BFF Mimi, who I trust will take good care of you. And I expect you to take extra good care of her, too!" ~~~***~~~ They returned to their table for Deedee's purse, and Deedee headed for the Lady's Room. Mimi caught up to her. "We're going up to the guys' suite in a few minutes, and Orson and I are going to disappear into his bedroom and make a lot of noise. You're going to have to entertain Ward until he's worn out, a long time, I hope!" As they joined the queue for the Loo, she grinned saucily. "So, let me give you some advice." Deedee was about to tell her friend what she thought of the advice she'd given tonight, but Mimi was still talking, and she deliberately raised her voice. "Be sure you start off easy, and take in just the head. Make sure it gets all lubed up, and then take a little more, and take it slow. You're in control, even if he doesn't think so." She had her two hands cupped together and was making stroking motions as if she were shoving something into and out of her mouth, leaving no doubt what "it" she was talking about. By now, the queue had disintegrated and they were surrounded by a crowd of curious women, some whispering, some laughing, others incredulous. Deedee was horrified! "MIMI!" she almost shrieked, but Mimi just raised her voice a bit and kept talking, amused at her friend's discomfort. "About now, he's going to get impatient and try to slam it all the way home, and it won't go in easy, and you'll think you're going to die. And suddenly, you'll feel an absolutely thrilling 'POP!' and it will slam all the way home and you'll both be in HEAVEN!" "Is it really her first time?" one of the women asked. She scanned Deedee from feet to head. "Where you been hiding all this time, girl? In a cave?" There was some amused giggling at that, and Mimi explained, so smoothly that she must have thought her story up long before. "It really is, ladies. She believed in saving it for her wedding night, and she thought her fianc? felt the same way." Everyone could guess where this was going, and there were some boos and hisses of disapproval. "Today she found out he's been cheating her all along, with cheap street hookers, and anything else with a cunt who would hook up with him. She walked in on a threesome with him and two of her best friends. Not me!" And instead of apologizing, he ORDERED her to join in!" This produced a louder chorus of boos and hisses. "So, she decided she'd pick up somebody she'd never met before tonight, bang the heck out of him, and lose it big time! and make sure he finds out about sure, so he'll know just what kind of hot sex he'll never get now!" Around him there were more cheers, and some nasty statements about boyfriends and fianc?s and men in general. There was no disapproval, and nobody objected to Mimi's story. The women accepted Deedee, and those who could see through her secret were comfortable enough to play along. "Lucky girl, I saw that hunk you're with! Hope your first time will be as wonderful and life-changing as mine! I used to be a wallflower." It was hard to imagine that, looking at her. She had on an ultra-tight top that totally disappeared in the right light, no bra, and a skirt that barely covered her ass, and over the knee CFM boots with very high heels. "I couldn't believe what I had been missing, and I promised myself I'd never miss it again!" She shook her butt suggestively, and the women around them hooted in approval. "I hook up with at least two different guys every night!" Mimi had noticed her giving a guy a handjob under her table earlier, and later heading into a dark hallway, dragging a different guy by his belt buckle. Everyone laughed at that, many of them sounding envious. Mimi thought at least a couple of them were forcing their laughter, though. The former wallflower put her head close to Deedee and whispered, "I like 'em best when they're married, honey! They either treat you like a princess or give you what you want and scurry away. Sometimes the single guys think that once you fuck 'em, they own you." She winked, "I bagged at least 2 husbands tonight!" Deedee finally recovered enough to speak. She was thrilled to be among a group of women, and none of them were making a scene over her secret, and they were all supportive of her. But as thrilling as that was, Mimi had embarrassed the hell out of her, and she couldn't stay here any longer. "Thank you ever so much, Mimi, for embarrassing and humiliating me in front of all these nice women. I don't give a damn what you do, but I'm leaving!" She was trying for haughty, and she totally nailed it, turned on her heel, and started to walk away, her head held high. Before she'd gone 2 steps, she suddenly really realized what had just happened, and her anger melted away. 'Some of those ladies HAD TO know,' she marveled to herself. 'But the all accepted me! They didn't even call bullshit on Mimi, because they didn't feel the need to out me." A warm, happy feeling was filling her. She had never expected to totally pass, but she had been worried that someone would find her offensive, or would be offended at her presentation, or would be just plain hateful, and expose her to everyone. And they had accepted her, and treated her like she belonged in the female sorority. And it wouldn't have happened without Mimi. She whirled and grabbed her friend by an arm and yanked her close. She giggled inside to see the apprehension in Mimi's eyes - what was her furious friend about to do? She pulled her BFF even closer, wrapped her arms around the nervous gal, and fastened her mouth to Mimi's lips. She forced her tongue through her bestie's clenched lips, meanwhile dropping hand so she could squeeze her luscious tushie, pulling her even closer, and grinding their hips together. "You GO, GIRL!" "She ain't been with a guy before, but it's sure as hell not the first time she's done THAT!" "Who need's a cheatin' bastard, anyway?" all these comments floated her way and she savored every one of them - and the kiss as well - she'd been waiting for it for years! Suddenly Mimi realized what the other women were seeing, a pair of women exchanging intimate promises. She wasn't into women and she pulled away, abruptly as uncomfortable as she had made her bestie feel earlier. "How's it feel to get a little of your own back, you scheming slitch?!" Deedee whispered in her friend's ear. "You're lucky I'm having such a good time, or you would be generating SO much bad Karma tonight." She reluctantly released her girlfriend, and started back to the table. This time, she was doing the towing as she led the still-dazed Mimi behind her. Orson and Ward, despite knowing what they knew, had been incredibly turned on watching their attractive dates making out, and they wouldn't have minded watching a while longer - a long while! But, just to dispel the embarrassing impression Deedee's kiss had given the other women, Mimi stepped closer to Orson, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up his front to give him a long, passionate kiss. 'Should I?' Deedee wondered. 'What the hell, it won't be the first time tonight, and I enjoyed it last time. C'mon, honey, take a chance. Like you told your boyfriend there, this mood won't last forever!' She moved closer to Ward, threw both arms around him and pulled him into a passionate kiss of their own. The difference was, their passionate kiss only lasted for 30 seconds or so, but Mimi and Orson were still twined together so tightly that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began, 3 minutes later. Ward and Deedee were initially amused, but by now, Deedee was beginning to become uncomfortable and people around them were staring. She tapped her friend on the shoulder. "Hey, you two! Get a room!" Mimi reluctantly pulled away from her soon-to-be lover. "Orson has that covered already, thank you very much!" They all laughed. "OK, then, you horny slut, are you waiting for an invitation? Orson, give her an invite so she can drag you off to bed!" He pulled away from her a step and a half, took her hand and bent over to kiss it while speaking: "Lovely lady, would you..." was as far as he got, Mimi grabbed his hand with both hers and started pulling him towards the ballroom exit. "Duh! Of course, now come on, let's not waste any time!" Orson almost stumbled, then recovered and caught up to her. They wrapped their arms around each other's waists and moved a little more sedately. After Deedee had recovered the still-not-empty sparkling water bottle and cork as a souvenir, she and Ward followed, decorously hold hands. The guys' suite was on the second floor so the elevator ride was too short for any serious fooling around, but both Deedee and Ward had to smile as their friends groped each other and started unfastening things. It was a good thing the suite wasn't too far from the elevator, or they both might have been naked by the time they got there! The suite was nice - two bedrooms and a common living/dining room with nook kitchen, but Mimi never really saw the common room, as Orson urgently dragged her into his bedroom and she slammed the door behind them. ~~~***~~~ "Hope they have fun! Looks like it's just you and me for a while," Ward observed, speaking softly. He saw a flash of sudden apprehension cross Deedee's face, and chided himself: 'She's nervous, and suddenly not sure of your intentions, Ward, me lad. You need to calm her down.' He indicated the sofa in front of the TV. "Why don't you sit down, and I'll mix us drinks, and we can talk?" As she seated herself, he carried the sparkling water to the mini-bar. "Straight up, or on the rocks?' he glanced at her and lifted an eyebrow questioningly while holding up the fancy bottle. She considered. "On the rocks, thank you," pleased that he wasn't going to try to get her to drink something alcoholic. He set her up in a tumbler and then mixed a Southern Comfort and cola for himself. When he handed her glass to her, he then turned to sit in one of the armchairs. She grabbed his hand. "Silly, after we spent the evening dancing so close, you know I'm not going to bite!" She pulled him down next to her, a couple of inches apart, took a sip, and then turned to look at him curiously. "It must have been your night to get stuck with the ugly girl, huh? I'm sorry it didn't work out better." "I'm sorry. What are you talking about?" 'He doesn't SOUND like he's bullshitting.' "C'mon, Ward, I know how guys operate, after all. You go out with your buddy, and one of you has to be the wingman, who chats up the ugly chick while the other guy scores the attractive one." "Nope. Orson and I don't work that way. Besides, even if we did, and even if it was Orson's turn to be wingman, I noticed you, not Mimi, the minute you guys walked into the room. Stop fishing for compliments!" He grinned to show he was only teasing her. 'Here I'm trying to cool off, and he keeps right on charming me and heating me up even more!' she thought. "I did see you point at us. I couldn't tell who you were pointing to or if you were mocking me or attracted to me. I decided to assume it was attraction, and for me, not for Mimi." "You were right. As soon as you walked in the door, I knew I just had to meet you." "You saw my face and you immediately pictured me kneeling in front of you with your hard cock shoved all the way down my throat!" she suggested. "Actually," he corrected her gently, "I didn't see your face until I shook your hand. I was kind of shocked; your face doesn't fit the rest of the image you project." He smiled. "I won't deny, though, I've seen that picture in my mind several times over the course of the night. It was... difficult to avoid it." He frowned a little bit - was that the right thing to say to a girl? She frowned and puckered her nose, and Ward's smile at this cute expression wiped away his frown. "Mimi tr