When I'd finished in the shower, I stood in my towel, wrapped around my body tightly to my curves, and stared into my mirror. My wet brunette hair hung down to the middle of my chest, water dripping from the ends and running down my arms. I stared at my damp face, my bright blue eyes stood out against the colour of my hair, Jen always said they were my best feature, I tended to agree with her. After a few minutes of just staring at my body I heard Jen's voice telling me to hurry up, so I got a move on.
I stepped out of my bedroom and walked over to the couch where Jen was sitting, she heard my heels clacking on the wooden floor so turned around to see me, her face changed from a smile to complete awe in seconds.
"Shit Pips! you look gorgeous!"
I have to admit, Jen did know how to pick the perfect outfits for me, and this time she'd outdone herself. She had picked a dark blue halter neck dress that hugged the curves in all the right places. It sat just over my knees, but it rode up slightly when I walked making me slightly conscious that it would get too high, it matched the navy 6" platforms I'd picked out which made me feel better. I'd pushed my hair up into a messy ponytail and clipped some blue hair slides in to get any loose bits out of my face. For the first time in a very long time. I felt sexy.
Jen was wearing a red strapless maxi dress with roman style sandals, she chose not to wear heels because she was already quite tall and she found that it put men off when women were taller than them. She looked stunning, which was a big comparison to her normal fashion, trackies and hoddies. After we both looked each other over, wolf whistling at the same time and giggling afterwards, we then grabbed our bags and headed out.
A twenty minute taxi journey later and we arrived at what Jen called "The male hotspot". As we searched the bar looking for two available seats, I caught the eye of a short, well toned man. When he realised I was looking at him he smiled and began walking towards us. I jabbed Jen in the ribs with my elbow and motioned my head in his direction, a huge smile spread across her face. Despite his height, he had very broad shoulders, he looked as though he did a lot of heavy lifting. He had shaggy blonde hair that looked like it needed a good brush, he wore a white polo shirt that hugged his chest tightly, highlighting his abs and toned arms, and a scruffy pair of torn blue jeans, completing the outfit with a pair of black converses.
When he finally reached us, he looked us both up and down and asked,
"What are a pair of fine young ladies doing alone in a bar?"
I opened my mouth to answer but Jen shoved herself in front of me, before I could get a syllable out.
"Well.. we are single.. and we're looking to have a lot of fun tonight" She turned to me and winked, she'd called dibs on this one. I rolled my eyes at her then nodded to give her my permission. She flashed her cheeky smile at me as if to say "thank you!!" and turned back to face the new hunky man.
"This is my friend Piper, and I'm Jenny, but please, call me Jen" her voice had turned slightly husky and seductive. Damn, she really did have dibs.
"Lovely to meet you Jen, and you too Piper, I'm Frank. Now can I escort you lovely ladies to the bar and offer you both a drink?" he didn't need to ask, because he'd already started walking us towards the bar anyway, his hand on the small of Jen's back centimetres away from her bum. Cheeky bastard.
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Again another short one and I apologise but I promise it will get to the good part soon!! Thanks again for reading this! and I appreciate any comments you may have let me know if you have anything I could include :D
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A Second Chance
FanfictionPiper Watson married her high school sweetheart after dropping out of college halfway through her degree. A year later they moved to London in which they both started to grow apart ending in a unexpected end to their marriage. As Piper begins to thi...
