Liz invites a friend

As the women entered the coffee shop, Liz held back. She made a quick call and sat next to Barbara.

"So how're they hanging, Babs?" Liz asked.

At first, Barbara was confused and then she remembered the conversation from yesterday.

"They're hanging straight," Barbara joked.

"They're hanging low," said Charlene.

"They're swinging free," chimed in Chris.

"Did you see that baseball game last night?" Liz said as she scratched her crotch.

Chris and Charlene picked up on the cue. Charlene placed both elbows on the table. Chris spread her legs as she sat.

Barbara sensed something was different but couldn't identify it. The three women adopted male mannerisms.

They talked about sports and cars. Barbara felt left out but she started to pick up on a few things.

Soon, a male friend of Liz's happened into the shop.

"Hey, sweetcakes, Have a seat!" Liz said to the man.

He sashayed over and said, "Are you speaking to me?"

"Yes, I am beautiful. Plop your cute little ass down here next to me," Liz commanded as she pulled over a chair between her and Barbara.

Barbara took in the new member of their group. He was a muscular, handsome man in his early thirties, but his mannerisms were feminine.

The women flirted with him and he played coy. He twirled his hair and licked his lips. He chatted about shopping and the women showed no interest. He giggled and the women laughed. Soon, Barbara unconsciously started to adopt male mannerisms in an effort to join in.

She uncrossed her legs and leaned onto the table. She gripped the coffee cup with one hand and did not stick out her pinky. She even let out a little burp and the other women congratulated her. When she went to go to the counter for a refill, her walk lacked the feminine grace and she lumbered along like she saw the other women do.

Then she joined in the flirting with this hunky man. "So, cutie, come here often?"

The man knew what to do to reel Barbara in. He responded to her attentions. The other women leaned back and let it happen.

"What's your name, cutie?" Barbara asked huskily.

"Kenny. What's yours?
"Barbara, but my friends call me, 'Babs.'"

"Babs. That's such a sexy name and so powerful too."

Barbara grinned. She could feel an attraction building between them. Kenny had her hooked.

They chatted and flirted. Barbara laid her hand on his hand and he giggled with delight. She moved closer and he leaned into her. Their legs touched and Barbara felt a tingle.

"Well, we've got to be going," Liz announced and just before the three woman vanished and left the two alone.

Kenny leaned in and whispered to Barbara. "Hey, Babs you want to go somewhere quiet?"

Not waiting for an answer or even letting her think, he lead her out the door to an bar a couple of doors away.

Kenny asked Barbara to get him a white wine and suggested that she have a beer. Barbara did so.

They sat and flirted some more. When they finished their drinks, Kenny asked if Barbara could come to his apartment and move something for him.

"I don't know if I should," Barbara replied thinking more about her social status than her husband.

"But you're so big and strong," Kenny said, rubbing her arm.

"I'm married," she stammered.

"I just need you to move a little something for me," Kenny pleaded and she relented.