Chapter 2: Neighborhood assistance

The following Friday afternoon, Julie slipped into her new dress. She pulled it over her head and adjusted the fabric around her hips before going to the mirror to look at herself.

She turned to the side and admired her reflection, adjusting the fabric near her bottom once more. She looked hot, maybe even too hot, she thought as she looked directly into the mirror and gazed at her revealing cleavage.

The dress was bright red, very tight and reached about four inches above her knees. The neckline was extremely low-cut and showed a lot, even a little too much for her. This dress had been Becky’s idea when they had gone shopping together this week to choose something for their date for the evening. Julie shook her head and wondered how she had persuaded Becky to go out with two strangers. “Well, we’re new here. You don’t want to mess things up,” she thought to herself.

She didn’t mind doing her new friend a favor, especially since the man had been in Iraq for sixteen months, and what Becky had told her about his girlfriend leaving him while he was gone had been really bad. At least they could go out together and show him a good time.

Julie only wished Becky hadn’t chosen such a seductive dress for her as she didn’t want to tempt this man into something she couldn’t and wouldn’t give him. Julie was slim and at 167.64cm and only 49kg she looked petite, apart from her breasts which made her look ample in comparison. Fortunately, Sam and Tom were already out, so she didn’t want her husband to see her in such a provocative outfit when she went to a bar with Becky. Both Tom and Sam looked so eager to go that it almost looked like they were up to something. Whatever it was, Sam was going to be out all night with Tom, so at least she could get home and slip out of that dress before Sam saw her in it.

Julie sat down on the edge of the bed, put on her red high heels, which matched her dress perfectly, and stepped in front of the mirror again before going into the bathroom to apply her make-up. She had just finished applying her make-up when she heard Becky’s voice at the front door: “Is anyone home?”

Julie walked to the door to greet her friend and said, “Come in Becky, I just finished putting on the lipstick.” Becky stepped into the living room and looked at the natural blonde Julie, “Wow. Don’t you look like a little slut on her way to a hot date?”

Julie looked at Becky, somewhat ashamed, and replied: “Stop it, Becky. If you hadn’t picked me out such a provocative dress for tonight, I wouldn’t look like this. I shouldn’t have listened to you like I usually do.” Becky replied, “You should be proud of your body and happy that you look so hot in something so tight and revealing.” Becky stood behind Julie and ran her hands down Julie’s waist as if to smooth the dress again.

Julie smiled and said, “Let me get my purse from the bedroom and we can go.”

Becky drove the car, and as they drove to the club where they were to meet Larry and his friend Frank, Julie asked, “Who is the black man I see at your house almost every Friday night? I don’t mean to pry, but I was curious if you wanted to tell me about it.”

Becky replied, “Oh. That’s Larry. He’s a good friend of Tom’s and also the man we’re going to meet at the club tonight, along with his friend.” Julie’s eyes grew wide as she asked Becky, “Are you telling me his friend you want me to meet is also black?”

Becky laughed and replied: “Relax! Yes, his friend Frank is also black, but Larry is a really nice guy. Tom and I have known him for a long time and nothing will go wrong. I’m not driving you to the ghetto if that’s what you’re worried about, Julie. Besides, you’re not racist or anything.”

Julie looked worriedly at Becky and said, “No ... but ... are you saying we’re going on a date with two black men and being seen in a club with them while people stare at us?” Becky put her hand on Julie’s and held it tightly. “You don’t have to worry about that. Larry is a very nice man, and I’m sure his friend Frank is just as nice. If anything goes wrong, we’ll just go again.”

Becky interlaced her fingers with Julie’s as they drove to the club and asked, “You don’t have a problem with meeting black men in the club now, do you?” Julie replied, “No, I don’t have anything against black men. I’m just worried that one of Sam’s friends might see me there with a black guy. That’s all.”

Becky kept her eyes on the road, but glanced over at Julie and said, “I don’t think you need to worry about meeting any of Sam’s friends at the club tonight. After all, it’s a club that mostly black people go to.”

Julie looked at Becky in surprise and said, “Oh my God, Becky. What were you thinking?”

Becky smiled at her friend and replied, “I’m not getting you into anything, so just relax and try to enjoy the evening. I’m sure Larry and Frank will show us a very good time. Besides, let’s just have fun and see how many black men we can bring to their knees in awe tonight when they see two attractive white housewives strolling into the club.”

Becky finally let go of Julie’s hand and stared at her own legs. Then she noticed the wedding ring on her finger and twirled it nervously with her right hand, hoping Sam would never find out where they were tonight. Becky and Julie arrived at the club about thirty minutes early to meet Larry and Frank. They sat down in the reserved alcove at the back of the club on the second level.

Julie sat nervously next to her friend Becky and tried to smile as she pulled the hem of her dress down to cover her knees. But all she achieved was that the thin material slipped further down, revealing even more of her cleavage.

Becky took Julie’s hand and felt how sweaty her palm was while the waiter brought her drinks. Becky tilted her head and looked at her friend, “Julie, please relax. Everything will be fine. Once you see how nice Larry is, you’ll wonder why you were so nervous in the first place.”

Julie replied nervously: “You don’t even know Larry’s friend Frank. What if he turns out to be a total idiot? Besides, I’m worried that one of our friends might see us here and think the wrong thing.” Becky smiled reassuringly, “Larry doesn’t have friends who are jerks. He wouldn’t want you to be treated like a bitch. You’re just here to give this man a nice evening. He also knows you’re happily married.”

Julie whispered: “Look around you. There are almost only black people here!”

Becky put her arm around Julie’s shoulder and gave her a loving squeeze: “See? That’s even less reason to worry because you barely have any black friends. What are the chances that someone you and your husband know is here tonight? Besides, I told you it was a black club before we came here, didn’t I?” Julie was still nervous as she looked down at her exposed breasts, “Look at this dress. It’s so low cut you can almost see my nipples. What will Larry and Frank think of me when they arrive?”

Becky smiled and hugged Julie again, “Don’t worry about how you look, she shook Julie’s long blonde hair forward a little, taking some of the cleavage out of it. I told Larry I’d pick something nice for you to cheer up his friend Frank. Larry told me that his friend is very shy and afraid to approach women by himself. He thought he might gain more confidence if he could open up to a married woman and that maybe you could give him some advice.”

Becky held Julie tightly and continued, “Frank just got back from hell, so please help him forget about it and give him a good night.” Becky was just finishing her speech when Larry came over to the table and said with a smile, “Hey, don’t you look hot today?”

Becky stood up, hugged Larry and gave him a kiss on the lips. Then she held his hands and turned to Julie: “Larry, this is my friend Julie, the one I told you about. Julie, this is Larry.”

Larry reached out and took Julie’s hand. He looked deep into her eyes and said, “It’s really nice to meet you. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming tonight to meet my friend and give him some comfort.” Becky looked around and asked, “Where’s your friend Frank?”

Larry replied, “Frank wanted to go to the men’s room before he meets you guys. He’s pretty shy when it comes to meeting new people and I think he’s doing a bit of preparation.”

Becky grinned and sat down next to Julie, while Larry took a seat on the other side of the table and ordered a drink while they waited.

Larry opened the conversation: “Julie, you look wonderful tonight. I bet your husband is very proud of you for being here to cheer up my friend.” Julie smiled and replied, “My husband is very proud of me. He loves me very much and I love him too.”

A few seconds later, a very tall black man was standing next to the table staring at them when Larry stood up and said, “This is my friend Frank I was telling you about. Frank, I’d like you to meet these two lovely ladies. This is Becky and this is her friend Julie in the red dress. Isn’t she just stunning?”