SuBee
master brummie
It was a warm sunny July evening. It was a Friday. Generally, Abby and I would be 'up the town', in the 'beachcomber bar bit' of The Locarno.
But this was no ordinary Friday evening. Abby was getting wed in the morning, so tonight had to be 'special'.
Abby had specifically requested 'no hen night'! She was a pretty girl, petitte and had an abundance of fun in her...............but tonight it was just the two of us, at her request. She had no family, and apart from me only work colleagues. She wanted a girlie pampering night, so I had booked us into a local establishment for a relaxing sauna and massage. I had not actually been before, but as it was local and I'd heard you could have drinks there too, I thought would be the ideal venue for us to chat and chill.
Abby and I had known each other since we were 4. We had attended the same schools, and played at each others houses, and even though we had chosen completely differing careers, we remained 'best friends'. Her parents died in a car accident when she was 17, she had no other family, so our relationship was very close.
I was a Student Nurse - ready to take on the challenge of changing healthcare worldwide, 'Florence Nightingale here I come' . I thought 19 was a very early age to get married, and although Abby looked happy and excited at the prospect, inside I felt sad. I rationalised by thinking that, she was throwing her youth away, but, secretly I knew I would miss her and our relationship was going to change.
As quick as those thoughts had arrived in my mind, I dismissed them. Tonight was about fun and us.
At 7pm we arrived at the 'house'. I refer to it as a 'house', because thats exactly what it was. A huge Victorian residence, three stories high, with a spectacilar interior.
People were meandering around in white robes, so we felt slightly overdressed. Our first port of call was to have a nice glass of wine, pop into a robe, and be escorted to the sauna facilities.
We were the only 'quests', the term that had been used to descibe us, in the sauna and we soon settled in....giggling over childhood antics, enchanced by the wine. In the sauna were some health and beauty magazines, which we flicked through during very brief moment of silence.
'Look at this' said Abby, her giggling was turning into uncontrollable laughter, and I wasnt sure whether tears were streaming down her face or if it was perspiration from the now immense heat. 'Its a two page spead on contraception - but had headings like 'fruity or ribbed - your choice' and 'colours galore'
Now this was a serious article, in a health magazine, but two 19 year olds, with a couple of glasses of wine in them, reminisscing about childhood exploits, sort of made the article look naughter than what it was. It immediately took us back to when we were 15 and had had a sex education session in our science lab, where we had had to write down questions anonomously, and the teacher had to answer them. Of course the questions had been silly and irrelevant and mainly designed to embarass Miss Pronson, who was a mature experienced teacher, and dealt with our immature enquiries with an effective swiftness.
'Stop' I said 'Please no more...........my tummy aches from all this laffing, we are supposed to be relaxing and at this rate you will have puffy eyes on the wedding photos from all this crying'.
In an instant, the word wedding, bought us back to reality. My best friend was getting married and our worlds would change. we decided to chill.
As it was only us two, we had a slatted wooden bench each that we could lie on. We lay down, in unison. We both shot bolt upright unitedly. 'Bloody hell' Abby cried, 'Yes' I responded 'its hot innit?' not to appear wimp like infront of each other...........we lay the magazines across the benches, lay down again, and 'drifted', occasssionally another little story would be recalled with the inevitable titter, but in essence we were chilling at last.
Suddenly a huge gust of cold air and a head popped into the sauna 'Youve had 30 minutes girls, time to shower and have your massage. Would you like another glass of wine?'
'Oh yes' we said collectively 'pleaseeeeeeeeeee', this was followed by another giggle, as we re robed, tided up and followed Dionne to the shower room.
Following our massage, we meet up in the lounge, where a large glass of red wine awaited us. It was a communial lounge where other 'guests' we relaxing too. Here the atmosphere was no longer condusive to sharing childhood memories or fits of giggles.
The evenig had flew, and as I bid my friend goodnight, I wished her well. The tear that ran down my cheek was no longer from the heat of the sauna nor the laughter that had produced the salty droplets in abundance, It was my expression of happiness for my friend as she embarked on her new venture.
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At 2pm on the dot, Elgar flowed from the church organ, the congregation stood. It was the first time I had seen my friends wedding attire, she wanted that way. I had offered to help her get dressed for the day, but she was an independant girl and didnt want anyone seeing her dress til 'The Church'.
Sitting on the first row, on the left hand side of the church, i was going to have the premier view, but it seemed ages for her to walk the aisle. As I turned to view, I could see that her dress was halterneck, fitted and she had popped her long hair into a bun, and wore a simple veilless headress.
She was beautiful
My lip began to quiver and I felt the tears fill the well of my lower eyelid. I thought I was going to cry.............until she reached alongside me, and found the need to bite my quivering lip, so as not to titter..................diagnally across her exposed back, I could just make out the faint words ..........
' Condoms and The Pill
Truth and Myths Exposed '
But this was no ordinary Friday evening. Abby was getting wed in the morning, so tonight had to be 'special'.
Abby had specifically requested 'no hen night'! She was a pretty girl, petitte and had an abundance of fun in her...............but tonight it was just the two of us, at her request. She had no family, and apart from me only work colleagues. She wanted a girlie pampering night, so I had booked us into a local establishment for a relaxing sauna and massage. I had not actually been before, but as it was local and I'd heard you could have drinks there too, I thought would be the ideal venue for us to chat and chill.
Abby and I had known each other since we were 4. We had attended the same schools, and played at each others houses, and even though we had chosen completely differing careers, we remained 'best friends'. Her parents died in a car accident when she was 17, she had no other family, so our relationship was very close.
I was a Student Nurse - ready to take on the challenge of changing healthcare worldwide, 'Florence Nightingale here I come' . I thought 19 was a very early age to get married, and although Abby looked happy and excited at the prospect, inside I felt sad. I rationalised by thinking that, she was throwing her youth away, but, secretly I knew I would miss her and our relationship was going to change.
As quick as those thoughts had arrived in my mind, I dismissed them. Tonight was about fun and us.
At 7pm we arrived at the 'house'. I refer to it as a 'house', because thats exactly what it was. A huge Victorian residence, three stories high, with a spectacilar interior.
People were meandering around in white robes, so we felt slightly overdressed. Our first port of call was to have a nice glass of wine, pop into a robe, and be escorted to the sauna facilities.
We were the only 'quests', the term that had been used to descibe us, in the sauna and we soon settled in....giggling over childhood antics, enchanced by the wine. In the sauna were some health and beauty magazines, which we flicked through during very brief moment of silence.
'Look at this' said Abby, her giggling was turning into uncontrollable laughter, and I wasnt sure whether tears were streaming down her face or if it was perspiration from the now immense heat. 'Its a two page spead on contraception - but had headings like 'fruity or ribbed - your choice' and 'colours galore'
Now this was a serious article, in a health magazine, but two 19 year olds, with a couple of glasses of wine in them, reminisscing about childhood exploits, sort of made the article look naughter than what it was. It immediately took us back to when we were 15 and had had a sex education session in our science lab, where we had had to write down questions anonomously, and the teacher had to answer them. Of course the questions had been silly and irrelevant and mainly designed to embarass Miss Pronson, who was a mature experienced teacher, and dealt with our immature enquiries with an effective swiftness.
'Stop' I said 'Please no more...........my tummy aches from all this laffing, we are supposed to be relaxing and at this rate you will have puffy eyes on the wedding photos from all this crying'.
In an instant, the word wedding, bought us back to reality. My best friend was getting married and our worlds would change. we decided to chill.
As it was only us two, we had a slatted wooden bench each that we could lie on. We lay down, in unison. We both shot bolt upright unitedly. 'Bloody hell' Abby cried, 'Yes' I responded 'its hot innit?' not to appear wimp like infront of each other...........we lay the magazines across the benches, lay down again, and 'drifted', occasssionally another little story would be recalled with the inevitable titter, but in essence we were chilling at last.
Suddenly a huge gust of cold air and a head popped into the sauna 'Youve had 30 minutes girls, time to shower and have your massage. Would you like another glass of wine?'
'Oh yes' we said collectively 'pleaseeeeeeeeeee', this was followed by another giggle, as we re robed, tided up and followed Dionne to the shower room.
Following our massage, we meet up in the lounge, where a large glass of red wine awaited us. It was a communial lounge where other 'guests' we relaxing too. Here the atmosphere was no longer condusive to sharing childhood memories or fits of giggles.
The evenig had flew, and as I bid my friend goodnight, I wished her well. The tear that ran down my cheek was no longer from the heat of the sauna nor the laughter that had produced the salty droplets in abundance, It was my expression of happiness for my friend as she embarked on her new venture.
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At 2pm on the dot, Elgar flowed from the church organ, the congregation stood. It was the first time I had seen my friends wedding attire, she wanted that way. I had offered to help her get dressed for the day, but she was an independant girl and didnt want anyone seeing her dress til 'The Church'.
Sitting on the first row, on the left hand side of the church, i was going to have the premier view, but it seemed ages for her to walk the aisle. As I turned to view, I could see that her dress was halterneck, fitted and she had popped her long hair into a bun, and wore a simple veilless headress.
She was beautiful
My lip began to quiver and I felt the tears fill the well of my lower eyelid. I thought I was going to cry.............until she reached alongside me, and found the need to bite my quivering lip, so as not to titter..................diagnally across her exposed back, I could just make out the faint words ..........
' Condoms and The Pill
Truth and Myths Exposed '
