The doorbell rang around five, signalling our guests' arrival. But much to my surprise (and secretly, my delight,)only Kristy stood in my doorway. Chad was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, Kristy!" I exclaimed, probably sounding far too happy, "Where's Chad?"
"I dumped him," she said, giving me a tight squeeze. "Things just weren't...working out." She looked stunning tonight, wearing INSANELY tight black pants which hugged her form as though they'd been painted on. She wore an equally tight-fitting top, which ended just above her bellybutton. It was a sexy black lacy thing, which had a low-cut neckline, advertising her cleavage. Tonight, more than ever, she was oozing sex.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry," I told her, giving her another big hug, secretly feeling a bit guilty at my false sentiment.
"It's okay," she replied, "He and I just really weren't compatible, once he got to know the real me." There was a twinkle in her eyes as she said it, as though there was hidden meaning in her words.
Joanne joined us, emerging from the kitchen, where she'd been putting the finishing touches on the steaks we were going to have for dinner. She rushed over to Kristy, giving her a long and lingering hug, almost disturbingly so. Joanne nuzzled her face against Kristy's neck slightly, inhaling deeply as she did so. "Mmmm...that's a nice scent you have, Kristy," she cooed as she pulled away, smiling broadly.
"Thanks.." Kristy replied, "I'm not really wearing anything though," she said, a half-smile on her face.
"It uhh...must be your shampoo," I quickly interjected, not wanting Kristy to be too freaked out.
"Yeah..it must be," replied Kristy, never taking her eyes off of Joanne. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn they were flirting with each other. Was it wishful thinking, or did I see thinly-veiled desire in Kristy's eyes as she looked at my woman, I wondered.