Ivy

This evening has certainly taken an unexpected turn. Sure, you've fantasized about Rosie plenty of times over the past six months and you were secretly hoping that going out for drinks this evening could lead to sex with her, but now you find yourself compelling drawn to the woman sitting in front of you instead.

"So, Dave, are you going to make my best friend happy tonight?" Ivy asks, seeing from the look in your eyes that you've reached a decision.

"I would love to, but..." you respond with more than a little hesitation.

"But...?" Her eyes have gone from captivating to probing, and you're suddenly surprised by your own thoughts of this woman probing you with more than just her eyes.

"...but I think I would rather be with you tonight," you finally say, giving voice to the thought growing in your mind since the first toast of the evening.

A satisfied grin spreads across her face. "Good choice. You won't regret it."

A moment later, Rosie comes back to the booth and slides in next to Ivy.

"Sorry I took so long. I hope you two found plenty to talk about," she says casually.

"He was just asking questions about me. It turns out we have some common interests" Ivy responds with a wink.

"Oh, okay." It may just be your imagination, but you think you see a hint of disappointment in Rosie's eyes and her cheeks lose a little of the pinkness that was brought on by the ****. The three of you continue making light conversation, but now you can feel Ivy watching you more intently. Her smile seems less enigmatic to you now and instead looks hungry.

Rosie's and Ivy's apartment is only a couple of blocks away, so you offer to walk them home. After finishing the last round and paying the tab for the three of you, you find yourself walking briskly in the cold night air with your arms around the waists of both women who huddle up on either side of you for warmth. You suspect Rosie is using it as an excuse to get closer while still appearing innocent, but Ivy looks genuinely cold.

"The f-f-fuck was I th-th-thinking wearing a mini dress? My balls are f-f-freezing off!" stammers Ivy, shivering against your chest.

Finally, you reach their apartment. As Ivy rushes to the door and fumbles with the key, you start to wonder if she is going to actually invite you in.

"Well, I guess I better walk back to my car. I had a lovely..."

"No you're not. It's too cold. Everybody inside," a freezing and irritated Ivy interrupts, shoving both you and Rosie inside the apartment and slamming the door behind you. Spinning you around to face her, she kisses you fully on the lips. "Thanks for the drinks. I had a great time," she says to you as you catch your breath. She holds onto your hand tightly, making it clear that you aren't going anywhere.

"I, uh... I had a great time too Dave. Thank you for a lovely evening," you can hear a hint of disappointment in Rosie's otherwise cheerful voice. She feigns a yawn. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a hot bath and then pass out in front of the TV." She kisses you lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight Dave. Goodnight Ivy."

A brief pang of guilt hits you as you watch her walk into her room and close the door, but it's soon forgotten as you feel Ivy's arms slip around your waist. Turning towards her, your mind races with a thousand questions.

"So, Dave," she whispers into your ear. "Where should we begin?"