The Long Weekend
2007-05-31 @ 6:53 a.m.

Steve picked-up Cooper from the airport on Friday afternoon. I met up with them Friday night at a local pub. By the time I got there, they were well "into their cups."

Cooper's a very nice guy. Handsome, but not in the traditional sense. More of a rugged, five o'clock shadow, handsomeness rather than a pretty-boy. We met once before, years ago, when he was home visiting. I didn't really remember what he looked like. My image of him was completely different than how he looked. Isn't that odd, what the mind will construct in the way of memories?

Cooper gave me a big hug when I saw him, saying I had not changed a bit. Sweet, but I doubt very much if he remembered how I looked a few years ago. He's a real guy's guy. There was a lot of sports talk, much Yankee bashing and a lot of beer drinking.

After an hour or so, Steve left us alone so he could go talk to a few acquaintances. Cooper is a very funny guy. He had me laughing quite easily. He also asked me if I liked his e-mails (the flirty ones). He didn't quite ask me that, he actually asked if I "minded his e-mails?" I said no, I thought they were cute and fun. He knows Steve and I have an open relationship so I don't think he was shocked. Steve returned then and the boys reminisced about their younger days. That was enjoyable, hearing about Steve's days before we knew each other. And when a friend tells the tales, you get the unsanitized version, not the PG-13 version of events.

Friday night ended uneventfully, as I poured the boys home. I did get a quick peck on the lips from both boys.

Saturday night a few of us did some pub crawling around town. This time Steve drove so I could let my hair down. I wore my short, black skirt and broke out an old pair of boots. I definitely did not dress my age but no one seemed to mind.

The first stop was not a dance club, just a friendly, neighborhood bar. Steve made sure to get Cooper and I alone for a few minutes. We sat at a table, in the corner, and chatted for a few minutes before Kit arrived and talked his ear off.

When I caught-up with Steve he asked me what I thought. "He's cute and funny," I said. "Just my type." I gave Steve a long, passionate kiss. "He seems a bit nervous around me, though." Steve smiled. "That might be because I gave him the green light last night."

Nothing quite like having your boyfriend offer you to someone without your knowledge.

Bar#2 was dark, crowded and had a dance floor. It must have been close to ten o'clock before Cooper and I were alone again. We had a drink, talked and I dragged him kicking (but not really screaming) to the dance floor.

We got out on the dance floor halfway through a fast song. Then came a much slower song. Cooper went to leave as the slow song began but I grabbed his hand, did my best pout and said, "Just one slow one? Pretty please?" So, we had a nice slow dance. Cooper's a lousy dancer but I'm no great shakes myself. He was so cute. He had his hands well above my hips. I had to place them on my hips and he blushed. I think he blushed. It may have been the alcohol. I like to think I made him blush.

So we danced. As the music stopped I cocked my head, looked up at him and smiled. It was perfect timing for a kiss. He missed his cue, though. Hello! I'm looking up, smiling, lips an easy target. Oh well, no girl wants to have to try too hard.

Steve was dancing with Kit for a while so Cooper and I went to the bar for more drinks. I was admittedly tipsy by now and so was Cooper. We did seem comfortable together. It may have been the alcohol.

We walked to the third bar. It's going for 11:00PM. Along the way I had to stop and freshen-up my makeup. Steve took this shot of my boots (which he loves)using his cell. They're not thigh-highs, Saratoga, but I thought you might appreciate them.

The last bar is crowded, dark, loud, hot. All of us hit the dance floor but you can't really dance because it's too crowded. I backed into Cooper and placed his hands on my hips. His cock, pressed against my ass, grows hard. Embarrassed, he tries to move away but I keep pressing against him. At least now I know he likes me. Or, it may have been the alcohol.

After we danced we found a dark corner. Cooper leaned down and had to nearly shout into my ear. "Should we find the others?" I put my arms around his neck and looked at him. He finally kissed me. It was a wet, sloppy, kiss. But, hot, nonetheless.

"Do you want to find the others?" I asked him. He smiled and kissed me again. This time his hands began to wander a bit below my waist. I felt like a high-schooler at a party. We kissed and groped for a few minutes before coming up for air.

Steve found us and said that it was too hot and that everyone was taking off. We said goodbye to the others and Steve drove us back to my house. I put in a CD, turned on the air conditioning, fixed a few drinks and turned down the lights. Cooper and I were on the couch. Steve sat in a chair opposite us.

I'll finish this in a few days. It's already too long. I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend.