Chapter Ten
Bubbles & Foam
It had only been a short time ago; Wendy gave Kelly good advice about Dave, Kelly’s boyfriend. Now Wendy could use some advice herself. Since meeting John, her relationship with Scott has suffered. Wendy has even considered flipping a coin. Heads it is John…tails Scott. She would not do that, but it is tempting.
John invited her to dinner. He told her he had something to ask her. He certainly got Wendy’s imagination curious. Would he ask her to marry him? She hopes not. She has not known him long enough. Still, Wendy would be thrilled by the proposal. If he pops the question, she decides to tell him she is flattered but needs more time.
John picks her up for their date. Wendy chooses to wear a conservative dress, but as usual, one that left no doubt about her shapely figure and her full breasts. John is wearing his customary dark suit and tie.
At the restaurant, John orders them champagne. The restaurant is beautiful, and the food is wonderful. Wendy orders the chicken cordon bleu; John orders the beef wellington. Wendy has been waiting patiently for the question John had told her is coming.
When dinner is finished and they are sipping the last of their champagne, John finally gets to ask the big question. Wendy is nervous and on the edge of her seat. No one has ever asked to marry her. It reminds her of a made for TV movie on the woman’s cable channel.
“Wendy, remember how we met?”
“Of course I remember; it was at Kelly’s house, in a sexy threesome with her.”
John continues, “That was one of the highlights of my life. Meeting you and playing with you was terrific.”
Wendy is thinking here it comes.
“I would love to do that again.” John leans forward a little. “How about setting up another threesome with one of your girlfriends?”
Wendy stares at him a few seconds. She is thinking he wants another threesome. That is his big question. She tries to not look surprised. He is not observant enough to realize she is disappointed.
“Another threesome!” Wendy’s brain is looking for words. “I suppose it would be possible. I’m sure it would be fun. Let me ask around.” She gulps down the last of her champagne.
“Great!” John finishes his drink also. “Let me know, I’ll supply the champagne.”
They go home and fuck. It is pleasant but not the mind-blowing variety they have known in the past.
***
Since her graduation party at the military base, Wendy has not seen Scott much. He still emails occasionally, but his texting has stopped. Wendy misses him. Two Fridays evenings in a row, she went to the Wrangler bar on the hopes he might be there.
The first time he was not there; she had a single beer and left. The other Friday evening, as she looked around the bar, she spotted the distinctive cowboy hat she gave him at Christmas. Wendy hurried to the bar smiling. When she got to the bar, it was the right type cowboy hat, but the wrong cowboy under it. Wendy was very disappointed. She left without getting a drink.
***
Wendy is more confused than ever about John and Scott. They are so different; she has a hard time understanding why she likes them both. She has not seen Scott in a month. They were so close; it is amazing how fast things have changed. Her relationship with John has gotten bogged down too.
If she had to pick between them today she might as well flip that coin. Wendy heads to her fridge to get a beer and sits on the sofa thinking about the great guys she has to choose between. She is not ready to make a choice. She needs a little more time.
***
In an effort to jump-start her times with John, Wendy decides to surprise him with an evening to the Wrangler. She knows this is not his normal thing, but the Wrangler is such a neat place, maybe it will loosen him up a little. She really likes John and really likes the Wrangler bar. This bar is her, and she wants him to be part of it. It was not an easy sell for Wendy. She had to convince John he would have a good time there.
He does agree and is actually intrigued by how much Wendy likes this place. Wendy sets it up for the following Friday. She tells John what he might wear to fit in. She also tells him she will be wearing boots, a cowgirl type blouse, and a cowgirl hat.
John is smiling, “I can’t believe you want to dress like a cowboy.”
“Not a cowboy, a cowgirl!”
He agrees to go, but he is not sure about this place.
John picks her up on Friday. He is wearing regular shoes, slacks, and a nice shirt. He has a sport coat with him. Wendy is glad he did now wear a tie. When they get to the parking lot, he has a hard time finding a parking place.
John looks at the Wrangler from the outside. “The place looks a little wild.”
Wendy gets out of his car and puts on her cowgirl hat.
“Do you have to wear that hat? It makes me feel like I’m dating Annie Oakley.”
“Relax, Anne Oakley might be fun.”
As usual, on a Friday evening, the Wrangler is jumping. They luck out getting a table. John complains about the place being too busy and too loud. Wendy tries to make it better for him. She puts her hat in an empty chair. She is having major second thoughts, about bringing him here.
John is ready for a drink but upset when Wendy tells him she will go to the bar. “They don’t have table service here.”
“No wait people!” John is amazed.
They chat about drinks. Wendy tells him she does not think they have champagne here. “They serve beer, wine, and mixed drinks.”
John wants a Long Island Ice Tea. Wendy heads to the bar to get the drinks. She tells the bartender what John wants.
The bartender tells her, “Long Island Ice Tea? No real cowboy would be caught dead with that drink.” She orders a beer for herself.
When the bartender brings the drinks, he has a note written on a bar napkin for her. The note says, “Excuse me miss, you lost your hat.”
The note is not signed, except for just an S at the bottom. She looks up from the note and down the bar; Scott is at the other end. When their eyes meet, he raises his beer in a symbolic toast. She raises her beer, neatly folds the note, and puts it in her pocket.
Back at the table with John, he complains about the drink being served in a red plastic cup.
“That’s a famous red cup, there’s even a song written about it.” Wendy defends the Wrangler’s drinkware.
“Well they could write a song about a piece of crystal glassware too.” John sips his drink.
Wendy takes a big swig of her beer. “I’m sorry you don’t like it here. It’s my kind of place.” She takes another swig of beer.
“No it’s not; you are much higher class than this.” John would walk out of this place in a second if he could get Wendy out of here.
Wendy reaches over, grabs her cowgirl hat off the chair, and stands up. She extends her hand. He grasps it. “I didn’t realize how much of a miss-match we are.”
They are still holding hands. He forces a smile. “We need to leave this place and find a nice quiet lounge. We can talk.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I don’t get it.”
“John, you probably never will.” She releases his hand. “There is a cowpoke over at the bar. I’m going over there and try to put my brand on him…if he will let me.”
Wendy puts her cowgirl hat on, grabs what is left of her beer, and struts toward the far end of the bar, as if she owns the place. She comes up behind Scott. He does not know she is there. Next to him is an empty bar stool with a drink in front of it. Wendy stops; he has a date somewhere. Wendy is too late. She starts to back up and wants to sneak out of the place…then stops again.
She swallows hard, takes a big breath, and taps Scott on the shoulder. “Excuse me; are you the dude that is worried about my cowgirl hat?”
He has on the belt buckle she gave him for Christmas, and he looks wonderful.
“Not at all, I’m the dude that misses you.” Scott notices Wendy does not have on her horsy-duo necklace.
About then, a girl comes back from the restroom heading to the empty barstool. She is gorgeous with a fantastic figure. She has on boots and a cowgirl hat. Wendy’s heart sinks.
“Misses me? It did not take you long to find company.” Wendy wants to run out of the place.
“What company?”
“That pretend cowgirl with the fake tits.” Wendy points with her head and eyes, looking at the girl who takes her seat on the barstool next to Scott.
Scott turns to look, then turns back to Wendy. “Oh, you mean her!” He pauses a little. “She looks like a regular cowgirl, and her tits look fine to me. If you’re curious about whether they’re fake or not, you can ask her husband.”
“Her husband?”
“Yeah, he’s sitting on the next barstool over.” Scott is smiling ear to ear. “I hope you didn’t walk all the way over here just to evaluate girl’s boobs.”
“No, I came over here because I miss you too.”
Wendy finishes the small amount of beer that was left in her bottle. She and Scott talk a few minutes about what they have been up to. It is only small talk; Wendy wishes it were a more intimate conversation.
Then Scott says, “Thanks for saying hello, your gentleman friend wants to leave.” Scott tries to act as if it does not matter. “You better get back.”
Wendy turns and sees John has finished his drink. He is standing up. She is down to a few seconds to either head back to John or take her chances with Scott. There is plenty of time to decide…it is no contest. Wendy reaches into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a folded up tissue. She unfolds it and removes her horsy-duo necklace. She puts it on with Scott watching.
“Champagne is great for special occasions, but a special guy is special all the time.” Her voice cracks a little. “You’re right, he wants to leave, but he will be leaving without me.”
Scott puts his arms around her in a big hug. She feels so good to him. “I love you Wendy.”
“Kelly told me Amber’s Grandmother Ester told her, being in love means you want to be with that person all the time.” Wendy looks right at him. “I hope you still want to be with me all the time?”
“At least long enough to buy you a beer or two.” Scott quickly adds, “Then we can start planning the rest of our lives.”
“You know Scott, I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.” They kiss. “Did you think I would be coming back to you?”
“Look at it this way. If John Wayne came in here and ordered a glass of champagne.” Scott struggles to remember what Lew told him. “It would be weird…right?”
“That sounds like something my dad would say.” Wendy squeezes into the bar alongside Scott. Wendy wants to be this close to Scott the rest of her life.
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