Caught up in the moment

So, as promised, Elizabeth called and we got together for drinks. I met her at Olives. She looked gorgeous. Her hair had grown out a little, she had lost weight, and she was dressed in an Armani suit. I had the weirdest and yet comforting and exciting sensation of feeling like I was seeing a good friend and a on a date all in once.

We snagged a couch in the joint and sipped martinis while we caught up. I told her about all of the interesting dates I had been on and about my current love affair with an everlasting pint of chunky monkey and she shared some of her experiences. Wall Street was not doing so hot and as an investment banker times were tough. So far, her career had been spared although many of her friends had not been so lucky. She was highly nervous that her sexuality might be discovered at work and that it could threaten her career, as a woman working in a “man’s” business.

I could somewhat relate, I said, considering I work with mostly men that stare at my breasts whenever I propose an idea, they ask me for anything, or I am interviewing a person for an article. Elizabeth assured me that it was OK because if I worked with her she would stare at my breasts all day too.

I blushed even more as the night progressed and found myself returning into that curiosity surrounding forbidden territory of girl-on-girl action.

Needless to say Elizabeth slept over that night, and I was caught in action by none other than my dear, and quite shocked, roommate Frankie.

We were kissing on the couch and watching Poison Ivy on Lifetime. We were down to our bras and undies and I had just pinned Elizabeth underneath me when the door opened and there was Frankie bringing a hottie home.

“Uh, honey I’m home?” Frankie said.

Elizabeth tried to draw herself toward me to cover herself and me up while I tried to jump off of her to act like being on top of a girl on the couch was the most natural thing in the world. “Hey, hey, yeah…”was my response exactly I believe. I looked at Elizabeth and then at Frankie, who both seemed to be waiting for an explanation.

“Yes! Fuck Yes! let’s do a foursome!” said Frankie’s Keanu Reeve’s look-a-like.

Then I did something that I normally wouldn’t do. I smacked him across the face. “Idiot. She is with me,” I grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and she followed me into my room. “Sorry for bruising your date, Frankie,” I said.

“Uh, I don’t fuck faggots,” he replied.

Slap. Then Frankie slapped him hard. “Listen asshole, I thought you were cool, but your not so I’m going to go have lesbian sex with my girlfriends, and you are not invited. Get out!” she yelled while pushing him out the door and slamming it.

“Wow,” I said and hugged Frankie. “I’m sorry. I’m like naked and ruined your evening.”

“Whatever, I’ve seen it all. I’m your roommate,” she replied someone in shock. “And you are?”

“Frankie, this is Elizabeth…” I started.

“Oh right, that’s right. I remember,” she lied.”OK. Well have fun girls. I’m going to bed. Ruby, brunch at noon. Meet me in the kitchen.” - Ruby