“I want you to meet my new boyfriend.”
“Sure, I’d love to. Are you guys busy Friday night? We’ll have you over so you can see our new house. Kind of a dinner party thing.”
“Neato! I’d love that.”
“So, what’s this new guy’s name or do I just call him ‘new guy’?” She giggled.
“Ha ha. His name is Nick.”
“Hmm… Nick. Nick Lachey? Nick Cage? Nick Nolte?” She knew her friend had dated celebrities in the past.
“Nick Carter.”
“The Backstreet Boy, Nick Carter? Ooh, he’s cute. I like their new song, Just Want You To Know. Lookin’ at your picture from when we first met…” She began to sing.
“Oh, God, stop! You’re butchering it!”
“Alright, alright!” She laughed. “Well, is he any good in bed?”
“Well, what do you think, girlfriend?”
“I think I’m jealous!”
“No way! You have Derek!”
“Yeah, you’re right. But ya know after two years, it’s not the same as it was when we first met. Back then we were like rabbits!”
“Well, I would say that Nick and I are very rabbitish right now!” She laughed.
“Don’t rub it in!”
Carly Benjamin was 29, lived in small town called La Verne in California and worked at the La Verne Police Department as a Records Secretary. She had just moved into a two-bedroom house with her boyfriend, Derek Masterson of two years. She was a simple small town girl but she had grown up with her best friend, Dorinda (Rinda) Jeffries who had moved to LA right after high school to begin a lucrative modeling career. She was gorgeous; the typical model-looking type: tall, thin, blonde, basically every imperfect girl’s nightmare. She had the life most women dreamt about: her photograph was on the cover of countless magazines; she got to go to all the big celebrity parties and events including The Oscars and The Grammy’s; she knew a lot of celebrities and had dated a few of them, including Keanu Reeves and Justin Timberlake before he hooked up with Cameron. It never worked out in the end because under all the glitz and glamour still beat a heart of a small-town girl and what would start out as simple turned into complicated and she didn’t like complicated.
“OK, so I have to know – how did you meet this hottie?” Carly asked.
“Oh, no, it’s too delicious to talk about over the phone. Why don’t I check with Nick and you check with Derek about Friday night and if it works out, we can both tell you in person.” Rinda replied.
“Sounds wonderful. I’m dying to meet him.”
“Yeah, but Carly, don’t go all mushy on me and start asking him about every song he’s ever sung and what is like to be a Backstreet Boy and what’s it like to go on tour and blah, blah, blah. He’s just a regular guy. Granted, a really, really hot guy, but just act normal, okay?”
“Oh, so you think I’m going to embarrass you?! Please! I have my standards!” Carly tried to sound indignant, but couldn’t quite pull it off.
“Hun, look who you’re talkin’ to here. When I introduced you to Keanu, you couldn’t stop asking him questions!”
“God, don’t remind me. That was so embarrassing. It was just that I had never met a celebrity before. Don’t worry, I don’t want to be humiliated like that again; I promise to be good. Plus, Derek will keep me in line.”
“Yeah, he’s good about doing that!” Rinda laughed. She liked Derek, but sometimes he could be a little bit overbearing.
“Hey…”
“OK, I’ll shut up. I’m seeing Nick tonight so I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know about Friday.”
“Cool. I hope you guys can make it! Oh, God, that means I have to clean!” Carly exclaimed.
“God forbid!” Rinda teased her.
Carly looked at herself in the mirror. No, there was absolutely no resemblance to Rinda at all. They were complete opposites as far as looks went. Where Rinda was tall—incredibly tall in fact—5’9, Carly was five inches shorter at 5’4. Rinda was very thin; model thin, of course— about a Size 0-2 and she never had to work much at that since she had the metabolism of a 5-year-old! Carly was thin but had to admit that a Perfect Size 6 she would probably never be. She was a Size 8 now after losing 20 pounds she had put on during a stressful period with Derek a year ago. She had to work hard to be thin and stay thin. Rinda had bleach blonde hair, Carly had chestnut brown hair. Rinda’s was long and straight; Carly’s was wavy and fell just below her shoulders. Rinda had beautiful luminescent bluer than blue eyes and Carly’s were brown. They could never share the same clothes which sucked, especially since Carly didn’t have any sisters to do that with. She just had one sibling: an older brother named Connor. Rinda, on the other hand had two sisters who both looked a lot like her.
Carly sighed. Oh well. She wasn’t bad looking. She was actually quite attractive, at least when she wasn’t walking around her house with her hair up in a banana clip wearing an old t-shirt and sweats. When she dressed up, she could look pretty decent. Rinda on the other hand, looked beautiful no matter what and that had been a hard pill to swallow all these years. Still, she loved her friend like a sister and they shared a bond that would not be easily broken.
Carly’s eyes moved down towards her chest and she smiled; that was one area that she felt superior to her friend—Rinda’s chest was like most model’s, rather small, however, Carly’s 34D bosom made her quite proud. When she wanted to be daring, she would reveal some cleavage for a special occasion, but usually the “girls” were kept under wraps under t-shirts, sweaters or sweatshirts.
Carly heard the door open and close.
“Hi, hun, I’m home!” Derek yelled out and Carly ran to greet him. He worked at the same place she did but as a police officer. They had met on Carly’s second day of work and had been almost inseparable ever since.
“Hi there!” They kissed. Derek walked into the kitchen and Carly followed him.
“Guess what?” Carly said.
“Hmm… I don’t know, babe, I’m really not in the mood for guessing games. Can’t you just tell me?”
“Okay. Well, Rinda called and she’s dating Nick Carter!”
Derek was busy looking through the mail on the counter and he didn’t look up. “Who is Nick Carter?” He said absentmindedly.
“You don’t know who Nick Carter is? He’s a member of the Backstreet Boys!”
Derek looked up briefly. “No, that doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Oh, that’s right, you only listen to hard rock. They are a pop rock band and they are really good. Anyway, I sort of invited them over Friday night for a dinner thingy.” Carly said.
Derek looked up at her. “You did? Isn’t Friday night our night together?”
“Yeah, I know, it usually is, but Rinda wants me to meet him and I wanted her to see our house. So, is it okay?”
Derek put down the mail and walked through the living room into the bedroom. Carly followed him.
“Yeah, I guess that’s alright. I’m going to take a shower now.” He said and shut the door to the bathroom.
“Hi! I’m so glad you came!” Carly said as she hugged her friend. Friday night had finally arrived and Carly was more than excited to see her friend and her boyfriend; especially the boyfriend. She had changed her clothes four times, cleaned the house from top to bottom, organized clutter, prepared dinner and it had only taken her two hours. She had even amazed herself.
“Carly, this is Nick. Nick, this is my best friend, Carly.”
Nick smiled. “Hey, Carly. Nice to meet you.”
Carly’s mouth went dry. She told herself she wasn’t going to do this; she wasn’t go to freeze; she wasn’t going to talk his ear off; she was just going to act natural as if he were any other human being on the planet. But that’s just it; he wasn’t like any other person. He was a celebrity and a god standing before her.
As Carly struggled to untie her tongue, her friend intervened. “Carly?” Warning daggers flew from her eyes.
“Oh, sorry! Hi Nick. Come in and make yourself at home. This is my boyfriend, Derek.”
The two men shook hands and the two couples sat down on couches opposite of each other.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” Derek asked.
“Uh, what do you have?” Nick asked as he lounged on the couch with one leg crossed over the over and one arm around Rinda.
“We have Tequila, Scotch and Rum. Do any of those appeal to you?”
Carly looked at Derek. “I didn’t know we had all those things!” she exclaimed.
“I just bought them. We need to entertain more often.” Derek laughed.
“Okay…well we have beer and wine, too.” Carly added.
“What do you want to drink?” Nick asked Rinda.
“Uh, a beer is fine with me.”
“Me, too.” Nick said.
Dinner went well. Carly had cooked shrimp in a wine pesto sauce, served with pasta. She thought she had done a good job, but she gushed when her guests complimented her liberally. There was strawberry cheesecake for dessert, which of course, was a big hit, too. Nick smiled at her during dinner a couple of times. Carly dismissed it as nothing, but was flattered at his attention.
After dinner, they went back into the living room and sat back down on the couches again, holding their drinks and Derek put a CD in the stereo.
Guns ‘N Roses started blaring out of the stereo and Carly cringed. “Honey, no! I don’t think that’s going to be good music to talk over.” She got up and put in another CD, this time it was the soothing sounds of Sarah McLachlan.
“Better.” Carly sat down next to her boyfriend and smiled. He rolled his eyes and took a gulp of his drink.
“Chick music.” He mumbled. Nick almost choked on his beer as he laughed at Derek’s comment.
“Shut up. It is not! It’s music to make love to.” Carly said.
“I hear ya, sister. Here’s to making love!” Rinda raised her glass. The men joined her in the mock toast and laughed.
“Hey, you guys were going to tell us how you met.” Carly gladly changed the subject.
“Oh, yeah.” Rinda said and looked at Nick.
“Go ahead, you tell it.” Nick said.
“You guys are not going to believe this! OK, you know that runway show I did a couple weeks ago, Car?” Carly nodded. “Well, I guess Nick was there with a girl he was dating…”
“We had just met actually. Set up on a blind date.” Nick added.
“Okay, well, anyway, she was a model in the same show. I didn’t really know her that well. Anyway, as I was walking down the catwalk, Nick who was in the front row, winked at me and I smiled back at him. It was like instant attraction. Anyway, I guess, uh, Katrina, was it?” Nick nodded. “Katrina saw our little exchange and as she was walking down the catwalk on the other side of me, she tripped me, the little witch! But she had no idea I was going to land right in Nick’s lap! It was the wildest thing, like it was supposed to happen that way!”
“No way!” Derek said and Nick nodded, laughing.
“So, the wench jumps on top of me while I was still in Nick’s lap trying to recover and starts pulling my hair and screaming. I was trying to get away from her so Nick had to finally practically push her off of me. Security came then and took her away, thank God.”
“Oh my God, that’s too funny!” Carly said, giggling.
“Yeah and then after that, he just had to ask me out, right? It was like fate or whatever you want to call it.” Rinda smiled at Nick and he squeezed her arm.
“Yeah and then Katrina and I ran away together!” Nick laughed. Derek got a kick out of it as he guffawed. It seemed like he and Nick were hitting it off pretty well.
“Ha ha. But seriously, from that moment on, we’ve been pretty much inseparable.” Rinda smiled at him.
“As I hear it, you were like rabbits!” Carly blurted.
“What?” Nick looked to Rinda for an answer.
“Shut up, Car!” She shot a dark look at her friend. Carly just laughed. She was too tipsy to correct herself or even care at this point. She laid back in the crook of Derek’s arm comfortably.
“Hey, you guys, we should do shots!” Derek said suddenly. Nick and Rinda seemed to like that idea, but Carly looked dubious.
“I don’t know, guys…” Carly said.
“Oh, lighten up. It’ll be fun!” Derek said to Carly and then bent to whisper in her ear, “Besides, you know how good the sex is when you’re drunk!”
“I’m in!” Carly said.
Four shots later and the four of them were drunk off their asses. The room was spinning and reason and common sense had gone out the window. Derek, Mr. Instigator, found a deck of cards and suggested they play “Strip Poker”. In Carly’s sober state of mind that would have been definitely out of the question but in her intoxicated state, it sounded like a great idea.
The four of them sat at Derek and Carly’s dining room table and Derek dealt the cards. Carly and Rinda were wondering if they even remembered how to play poker. Rinda was just as wasted as her friend and they giggled hysterically at almost anything Nick or Derek said.
“You girls are fucked up.” Derek said.
“That’s a good thing.” Nick added and Derek laughed.
Twenty-five minutes later and Carly found herself without her socks, her pants and her panties. Rinda, who was losing almost as badly, was stripped down to her underwear. Nick was without his shirt and Carly found herself staring at her tattooed arms and chest, lusting after him. Nick caught her checking him out and their eyes met in a prolonged gaze. Derek had not lost one hand so his clothing remained intact.
“Hey, no peeking!” Carly protested when the men were looking through the glass top to see what was underneath. Luckily, the glass was tinted so they couldn’t see much.
A few more minutes passed and Carly had lost so badly there was nothing more to take off. She ended up sitting at the table holding her hands over her breasts and crossing her legs under the table. Rinda wasn’t far behind and then she was doing the same thing.
“Hey, I think Derek is cheating!” Rinda finally said. She noticed that Nick was down to his underwear now and Derek was still fully clothed.
“What? No way!” Derek said.
“Yeah, he is! You bastard!” Nick had let the alcohol and two beautiful naked women sitting next to him cloud his judgment.
“Alright. You whiners! What if I just take all my clothes off now? Will that make you happy?” Derek stood up and started to strip. Rinda couldn’t help but watch him, enjoying the view, getting hornier by the minute.
What happened next changed the fate of the foursome’s lives forever…
