The air was smoky and filled with the smells of fried foods, and alcohol. It wasn't too crowded but all three of the pool tables were in use and the booths were all full. My friend Carly and I walked into the pub with only one intention, to have a beer and unwind after an unusually stressful work week.
We were led by the young waitress with too much makeup and too tight clothes to a small table over by the jukebox. “What'll it be ladies?” she asked smacking her gum. We ordered 2 draws and she went off to fetch them.
Carly slid her jacket off and straightened her white button up blouse. She was fit and trim and always looked very pulled together. I admired her smooth French twist and her perfectly applied makeup with just a twinge of jealousy.
My hair was thick and unruly too wavy to tame and the color of a fire engine. My skin was very pale and covered with freckles that no amount of makeup could hide so I just stopped trying. I was also in reasonable good shape however had a much more womanly body than my friend.
She had a super model figure, reed thin and willowy. I had big boobs, a slightly rounded tummy, and hips that flared out more than I liked. My legs were toned however they too were a little too curvy for my taste. That night I was wearing black slacks and a red sweater that outlined my breasts and made me more than a little self conscious.
Our beers arrived and we sat to drinking and talking about the week's events, for some reason my beer always seemed full and the time passed quickly. Before we knew it the lights were turned on. I couldn't believe that we had been here for over 4 hours.
A voice I recognized was calling our names, “Carly, Jess, hey I thought I'd come and drive you guys home.” It was Carly's husband James. We tried to stand up and both collapsed in helpless fits of giggles. “Oh God this is going to be worse than I thought,” he said grinning. He was a tall strong man, dark and handsome, like a fairy tale prince. I had always liked him and hoped that one day I could have a man like that.
He helped us both into the backseat of his car and we fell against each other giggling again. “Carly, I think it would be best if we let Jess stay in the guest room tonight, that way I can get you both home and in bed faster.”
Soon we pulled into their driveway and to my surprise Carly had fallen asleep and was snoring softly. “Jess do you mind waiting here while I take her up to bed and then I will come back out and help you in ok?” James asked patiently almost as if talking to a five year old. I nodded my head and leaned back against the door.
