Free Guess Who I Pulled Last Night? by Nikki Ashton

tonight they were in fact getting to know each other.  That was
another reason why Bets was so surprised that she often thought about
Stuart.  She didn’t really know him; she had always fancied him
physically, and so it was a pleasant surprise to find that in reality liked
him, a great deal.  As they chatted she was fascinated to hear about
fitness methods and the alternative diets for the various types of
sports.  Stuart was also interested in her work, asking about the types of
beauty treatments and products that she used, yet all the time they were still
flirting with each other, the wine making Bets quite daring.  Every time
she moved she edged a little closer to Stuart so that eventually both their
perfectly toned thighs were touching.  Bets was starting to feel that
familiar bubbling sensation between her legs, and she knew that tonight was
going to be the starting point of a relationship between them.
     
    Dinner eventually arrived, and Kerry seemed to have calmed down
as they all sat to eat.
    “This Indian is lovely Kerry. I don’t know why we didn’t
suggest it anyway,” said Charlotte, who had noticed that Kerry had gone quiet
over the last few minutes.  She hadn’t eaten much, but had drunk at least
three glasses of wine.
    “What’s that supposed to mean, that you don’t like my
cooking or something?  I wouldn’t say that you were exactly Nigella
Lawson, would you?”
    Kelvin coughed uncomfortably, while Bets and Stuart cut
short their private conversation.  Charlotte put her hand on Kerry’s arm,
desperate to put things right.
    “Kerry, I didn’t mean anything of the kind; I didn’t mean
anything except that ordering a takeaway is much easier, and that’s all.”
    “Kerry, what is wrong with you, why are you snapping at
Charlotte like that?” Kelvin asked, to the back of his wife’s head.
    She now turned around, her face flushed. “I’m sorry
Charlotte; I’m just feeling a little tetchy.  Please, tuck in and enjoy
your meal, ignore me, the miserable old witch.”  Kerry smiled around the
table and finally picked up her fork to eat something.
    Kelvin shrugged his shoulders and smiled, somewhat grimly,
at Charlotte before continuing to eat his own food.  Conversation was a
little stilted for a time, but eventually as the wine flowed it became much more
animated, and even Kerry was laughing and joking. 
    Then it was present and cake time, which appalled Bets
because Kerry had actually put 30 candles on her Bart Simpson cake. 
Charlotte and Kerry bought Bets a lovely gold bangle, with matching hoop earrings
from Kelvin and Esme.  Once she had thanked and kissed all concerned they
cut the cake and drank coffee, chatting happily until it was time to go home.
    As they hung about in the hallway, waiting for Charlotte to
finish in the bathroom, Stuart fiddled nervously with a piece of fluff on his
jacket.  Bets was trying to look nonchalant, knowing that he was plucking
up the courage to ask her something.
    “Err, Bets, do you think that we could go out sometime?” he
whispered into her ear.  Bets had had enough of the games, and smiled
widely at Stuart. “Yes, that would be lovely,” she replied.
    “Great, I’ll call you then shall I?” Stuart’s grin spread,
from ear to ear.
    “Okay, I look forward to it.”  Bets realised that she
really was looking forward to it.
    Charlotte, who had now finished, joined them in the small
hallway.  She looked from Bets' grinning face to Stuart’s, realising that
at last they had done something positive about their mutual attraction.
    “Well are we ready to go then Elizabeth?”  Charlotte
asked, winking conspiratorially at Kerry and Kelvin.
    “Thanks for a great evening both of you,” said Bets, kissing
her host and hostess on their cheeks.  “I really enjoyed myself.”
    “Hmm, I bet you did,” muttered Charlotte, as she opened the
door to leave.
    Outside in the cold night air they all said their good-byes,
with Stuart and Bets