“When Tim picked me up last night, he asked me where I was the night before.”
Tim was Gianna’s boyfriend, the one who had no idea she was bi-sexual, or that she had been seeing me and spending so much time at my apartment.
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him the truth, Mel.”
My jaw dropped open.
“Some liar you are, you fold at the first question,” I said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.
She gave me a soft smile.
“Tim told me he has dropped by a few times when I wasn’t home, of course, that’s because I was here with you,” she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, “my roommates didn’t know what to tell him so he became suspicious.”
“How much did you tell him?”
“I told him everything.”
We both remained silent for a minute or so until she continued speaking.
“Naturally, he was very upset. You’re the only secret I’ve ever kept from him, so he felt very hurt and betrayed. After I answered him, neither of us spoke the entire way home and when we got to my house, he told me he needed time to think. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just got out of the car and when I did, he drove away without saying goodbye.”
God, that sounded harsh.
I wasn’t sure what to say or how to react, so I didn’t say anything.
“When I saw him today, we had a long talk on our lunch break and we were able to clear the air somewhat. When I met you, I really had no expectations. I mean, besides the fact that I knew I wanted you.”
I smiled slightly, remembering that first heated night we spent together.
“Then, we just clicked, and I knew I wanted to see more of you, and then all of the sudden I started to develop feelings for you and…“
She paused again to collect her thoughts.
“Maybe I should have told him right then from the beginning that I had met you, but I didn’t. He’s just so traditional, and so is his family Mel, and I had no way of knowing how he’d take all of this, so I just made the mistake of doing nothing.”
When she stopped talking we both took a long sip of our wine and then looked into each other’s eyes.
“So where does this leave us?” I asked cautiously, almost afraid of her response.
“He’d like to meet you.”
My jaw dropped.
“Gianna, I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea, I mean…”
“Hey, I met your boyfriend,” she snapped back, a mischievous smile splitting her lips. “Fair is fair.”
I gasped, “You can’t even compare the two events. I told James about you minutes after the first time we kissed and of course, being the typical male, he thought it was sexy. But to Tim, I’m some bitch you are sneaking around with behind his back, who is trying to steal his girlfriend.”
“Well, that was his first reaction.”
“Yeah, sounds like a fun evening Gianna, meeting some guy who already hates me.”
“Once he thought about it Mel, he thought it was sexy too, and asked what you were like and if he could take us out to dinner this weekend, so he could see for himself who I’m spending so much time with.”
I wasn’t sure how to react to her last statement.
What was he expecting, dinner, or more?
“What did you tell him about me?”
“Just, you know, the basics.”
“So you didn’t go into detail about us… I mean… intimate things?”
She gasped, “Oh God, no. I mean, he knows.. you know, but I didn’t go into minutiae concerning what we do in bed together.”
I wasn’t sure that I wanted to meet Tim, especially if he had preconceived negative opinions of me. However, Gianna did have a point. She didn’t balk at meeting James that night in his restaurant and if I refused to meet Tim, it would put an enormous strain on her relationship with him as well as negatively affect my relationship with her. It was quickly becoming obvious that I didn’t have much of a choice.
“You better tell him that he has to take us someplace nice,” I said, with a relenting smile.
*****************
My knees were knocking together and I felt sick to my stomach. It was Friday night and I had agreed to meet Gianna and Tim at ‘35 Steaks + Martinis’ inside the ‘Hard Rock’ just off the Las Vegas Strip. Even though it was only a couple of miles from my downtown apartment, it took me nearly an hour to get there and valet the Land Rover in the heavy Friday-night traffic.
I must have tried on ten different outfits once I got out of the shower. What the hell do you wear when you are meeting your girlfriend’s boyfriend for the first time? After what felt like hours in front of the mirror, I finally settled on a black, strappy-back, sleeveless cocktail dress. I also chose to wear faux leather, black wing accent gladiator sandals that went perfectly with the little short frock. To complete the look, I selected a black silk bra with a matching thong.
While sliding the tiny thong up my thighs, I paused for a moment to examine my bare vagina. Earlier in the week, I had completed my second laser treatment which was permanently removing my pubic hair. The technician told me that I’d need at least four more treatments to ensure nothing would grow back, and I had to admit, it did feel somewhat cleaner. However, not having hair there made me feel like I was naked, even when I was fully clothed. It was an odd feeling that I couldn’t fully square in my mind.
I still didn’t know why James wouldn’t just let me shave instead of going through the bother and expense of these laser treatments. There were so many things about him I just didn’t understand. I knew that it was obviously very important to him that I do it, and like most of the other things he demanded of me, I just unquestionably relented and gave in to him.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Gianna and Tim waiting outside the steakhouse for me. Gianna was wearing a little black mini skirt with a cute white lace top and brown cardigan sweater with black ankle boots. Her long dark hair was in gentle, loose curls and she looked beautiful. Slowly, my eyes gravitated to the young man who had his arm wrapped securely around her. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but Tim was very handsome, in an almost non-assuming way.
He had brown eyes and wavy brown hair that was kept in a short, professional type cut. He looked to be about six feet tall and maybe 165 pounds. I could tell that he was in good shape and had a bit of muscle, but not in an ‘overdone’ jock type of way. I had to admit when I saw them together my heart sank just a little; because standing side by side, with his arm, wrapped tightly around her, they looked like the perfect couple.
Part of me wanted to turn and run away. I was terrified of being some type of ‘third wheel’ around them. Summoning every ounce of courage I could muster, I walked towards them until they saw me. Gianna gave me a warm smile, but I knew her well enough to know that she was hiding some apprehension behind the pleasant grin.
“So, this is the infamous Melanie,” Tim said, a slight grin crossing his lips as he sized me up. Gianna playfully elbowed him in the side.
“You promised you’d be nice,” she said, gently chiding him.
“Melanie, this is Tim.”
“Timothy, it’s nice to meet you,” I said, softly.
“It’s nice to meet you too, but my mother is the only one who’s allowed to call me Timothy.”
“It’s a pity she’s not here to give you a refresher course in manners,” I said, with a saucy, playful smile.
Gianna’s mouth dropped open, “Melanie!”
Tim and I both smiled at each other.
Shit. He was a nice guy who had a great sense of humor. Unfortunately, I liked him already.
“I must be the luckiest man in the world tonight; I get to dine with the two most beautiful women in the entire casino.”
He extended one elbow towards me and the other towards Gianna. We both intertwined our arms through his and he escorted us into the restaurant.
The hostess sat us at a cozy corner booth near a large bar and I was able to take a few seconds to appreciate my surroundings. The front of the bar had inlaid brown and gray granite that was accented by matching dark oak beams and bar stools. The ceiling had identical dark oak columns and the walls were painted in a plain, off-white color. What made the entire space pop, was glowing pink neon lighting on the ceiling and blue and purple neon that lit different sections of the walls, which gave the entire restaurant a modern, hip vibe.
Tim ordered a bottle of wine and we all decided on starting with an appetizer of shellfish that featured Maine lobster, Alaskan king crab legs, tiger prawns, and various types of oysters.
After we had ordered our entrees, there was a minute of rather uncomfortable silence. To make matters worse, Gianna excused herself to use the restroom. Even though I offered to go with her, she insisted that I stay at the table and keep Tim company. I had to admit, it was a sly move.
Thankfully, Tim only let a few more seconds of uncomfortable silence go by before he broke the ice.
“So, you’ve been seeing Gianna for about a month?”
“That’s correct,” I said after I took a sip of my wine.
“And she told you about me from the beginning?”
“Yes, she did.”
I saw the hurt, wounded look in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable and I felt bad for him. I also felt guilty for being complicit in keeping Gianna’s ‘other life’ with me a secret from him.
“Don’t be mad at her,” I said, as I reached over and squeezed his hand. “She loves you dearly, and she made it very clear to me from the first day we met how important you are to her.”
He smiled softly, and I witnessed the aggrieved look begin to vanish from his face.
“I was pretty sure she was seeing someone else,” he said hesitantly, “I was just very shocked to learn that person was a woman.”
“I can imagine, that’s a lot to try to take in.”
“At first, I thought it was just sex, or maybe she was experimenting, but it’s more than that, isn’t it? I see the way you look at each other, it has to be.”
The last thing I wanted was to delve this deep into their relationship or reveal too much about my relationship with her.
His question was difficult to answer on several levels. Gianna was a very accomplished lover and nothing she did with me bespoke of experimentation. Experimenting with women was something she had done long before she met me. Furthermore, he was right about the nature of our relationship.
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