My Friday Night with Marian | or, how we shared a lover

So as I ever so briefly mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I had a date with the lovely and talented Marian Green. We met through our blogs and discovered we would both be in the same city this weekend. We planned a couple awesome adventures.

We went to a great Mexican restaurant which we picked for the spectacular patio. Only down side was they didn’t take reservations. I was free a little earlier than she, so I waited for a while in line before she arrived. I tried to stare at people on the patio until they were uncomfortable and leave, but it didn’t work. Women just thought I was hitting on their companions.

Marian showed up and within minutes we were chatting like old friends. Two platinum blondes in line, just of slightly different heights.

Although we had fun getting caught up, and it was a beautiful night outside, eventually we were hungry and tired of waiting in line, so we jumped at the chance when they offered to seat us at the bar inside.

The entire restaurant was packed. The music was amazing and the food was even better. We shared tacos and guacamole…she had mojitos and I had margaritas. They went down very easily.

Marian and I have lots in common, even more than we knew. We spoke of men (even some of you that have graced these pages and comments sections), life, our histories, sex, blogging. For hours.

We were oblivious to the world around us. This restaurant turned into party central when we weren’t looking. We each had a few drinks but were sober. It was starting to get late – we had both had jam-packed days – so we agreed to head out around 11:30. There was always the next night.

At one point we had discussed writing about our meeting. A couple blogging friends had also asked me that day whether I would. I explained it would entirely depend on what we experienced. Based on the evening, while I figured there is a sizeable male population wondering what Marian is like, I probably was going to keep our time together to myself.

Waiting to pay, our drinks drunk, talks talked, and ready to go. We sat on bar stools, facing each other. The bar, which sat about 30 people, had only a handful of people remaining.

But then…

Suddenly there is a tall dude right behind Marian. She has her back to him.

A dude who will now be known as Dude A, who starts yelling something over the music to the presence I now feel behind me…who gets the unique moniker Dude B.

We’ve been flanked.

Smooth as can be, Dude A looks down at Marian and apologizes for yelling. It’s so smooth it’s almost honest. It’s a GREAT way to start the conversation. Within 30 seconds they have made introductions. I say hi to Dude B so as not to be rude. We each say where we are from.

Literally, within 60 seconds, Dude A grabs Marian and gives her a massive, long, kiss. She kisses back. They break apart, she looks at me with shock and delight on her face. We start hysterically laughing as I say:

“Well, I’m definitely going to write about our night now.”

So now that Marian is, um, fully engaged with the tall, moderately intoxicated, and incredibly bold Irishman, I figure I should occupy myself by talking to his friend. Turns out they are both construction workers. Dude B is cute, not my type, but articulate enough to pass the time. Of course, I’d be lying if I said it’s not nice to be hit on. He touches my arm every once in a while but never makes any moves. We talk about construction, my work, and other not very exciting things.

The comedy to my right continues. Dude A is gregarious, loud, and very affectionate. They talk, laugh, and kiss every once in a while. Every time we look at each other, Marian and I giggle uncontrollably.

Next topic with Dude B is tequila. I know more than he. We face hundreds of bottles so it’s a fun topic. He offers to buy us a round. Yes!! I chat with the bartender and leave Dude B with the options. Meanwhile, I need to pee. And to figure out what Marian wants to do next.

I stand up to go to the bathroom and plan to take her with me. As I get closer to Marian, but before I ask her, Dude A breaks away from Marian, grabs me by the waist and pulls me very close. He’s still a couple of inches taller than me, and I’m 6’1″ in my heels. He’s a big guy, so I’m completely enveloped in his Irish gregariousness. He says in my ear (in his admittedly hot accent) “you are one fucking incredibly sexy woman”.

One hand on my waist, the other grabbing my hand, and we are suddenly salsa dancing in the narrow space between the bar and a nearby table. He is actually a good dancer, spinning me with skill (and for the record, I’m actually a decent salsa dancer) and a firm lead.

As you know, I have been without a man’s hand on me for many weeks. It feels good to be held. I have no interest in this man, and anyway, I consider him to be Marian’s, but it’s still very nice in the moment.

I break away from him and grab Marian and tell the boys we are going to the bathroom. Once there, we debrief, laughing the whole time:

“Ann…wow. That was unexpected.”
“Is he a good kisser, Marian?”
“Yes, very.”
“Okay…what do you want to do? Do you want to stay? Go? I’m good with whatever.”
“Let’s stay for a bit and have another drink.”

We go back to the dudes. But not before we take a selfie which sorry, will not be shared.

The promised drinks have not yet arrived. Dude A (remember, he’s Marian’s) takes over from Dude B and orders a round of Patron. Dude B now goes to the bathroom so Marian and I are left alone with her Irish swain. He’s clinging to her like velcro.

Marian looks at me with a twinkle in her eye. She looks up at him and says with that lovely twang:

“You know, you really should kiss my friend.”

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the one and only Marian Green. It was at that moment I knew we could be friends for life.

He’s at me within 2 steps. Before I know it I’m enveloped by Irishman who has practically dipped me like we are doing the tango, his mouth firmly on mine. There is no spark whatsoever – perhaps due to shock – but I’ve also had worse.

He finishes with me and goes back to Marian and plants a big one on her. Marian finishes kissing him, looks at me and says:

“Ann, your lip gloss tastes great”

Dude A laughs and concurs. I’m pretty sure at that point, he thought he had found himself two blonde, hot, sexually adventurous, bisexual minxes who he would have the pleasure of fucking together that evening.

Three out of five ain’t bad.

Dude B comes back and Dude A says to him – “Dude!! Look what we’ve got going on now”… and to demonstrate… he kisses Marian. Then walks back to me, and kisses me again.

Now I really can’t stop giggling. This is fucking ridiculous.

We have our round of Patron with lime. Marian and her dude are snogging and talking. I’m talking to Dude B about work, yawn…but trying to not encourage him. I have no interest in doing anything with him.

Dude A, who still thinks he’s in heaven, asks if he can go back to our hotels. I think I laughed so hard I may have snorted. Then he suggests we go to a club.

I lean close to Marian to ask her what she wants to do. We decide to give them another 45 minutes but we are leaving at 1am. Dude B is behind me and facing Marian when she says – loudly – “Let’s stay for a bit, but I’m not going to sleep with Dude A”.

We tell the boys we are moving to the patio and they can meet us there after they finish their drinks. The guys hold back for a minute.

Shortly after Marian and I find spots on the patio we see Dude A high tail it out of there. I guess his full realization that he’s not getting laid made him give up. We have no idea what happened to Dude B. We gave them 5 more minutes and then left.

It was too bad they ditched us, because they were good for a bit of harmless entertainment. But no matter…we had a lovely adventure…and I was given something to write about to share with all of you.

But this was just night 1 of 2… there is more to come, my friends.

It wasn’t the end of my night. I texted Johnny on the way home and once I got into bed and I recounted the evening’s adventures, we had an amazing round of video sex. The Irishman had no idea his dancing (way more than his kissing) was simply an amuse bouche for Johnny’s four-course meal later that night.

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0 thoughts on “My Friday Night with Marian | or, how we shared a lover

  1. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!!! Nothing like a whizz bang night at the bar. I love your style together. The Bobbsey Twins.

    So it wasn’t THAT night that caused the hangover for the drive to sleep-over camp. This gets better and better all the time.

  2. Well that sounds like a great fun adventure! I wonder though how a metropolis is large enough to handle 2 blonde sexpots like you 2 seem to be. Somehow I doubt it. Looking forward to the 2nd part.

    • Hmmm…I’m not sure any metropolis could handle the two of us for more than two nights.

      And thanks for the compliment. I can’t recall ever being called a “sexpot” before.

    • Or in this case…just sitting at a bar talking to one another. These guys hadn’t been there for dinner. No idea how long we were “scouted” πŸ˜‰
      But yes, he really didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

      • Hence his rapid departure once his routine didn’t yield the usual fruit(cake)… πŸ™‚ Probably went to the bar next door and spread his herpes there too… πŸ™‚

        • Yes. Absolutely. He was actually rather charming…not the usual midnight trash one can find. A man who dances ranks pretty damn high in my book, since they seem to be so rare.

  3. A Marian/Ann team-up?
    I’m surprised the world is still standing!
    The two of you are at the top of my list of favorites/friends. I’m glad you had some epic fun, Ann.

  4. OMFG! I am absolutely BESIDE myself with envy! Oh, how I wish I were the third tall blonde in your tangle of sexy mischief! Love, Love, Love to you fine lovely ladies! Mwah.

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