They stopped quickly by Denise's condo where she flipped through her closet quickly and plucked out a couple of outfits, then dashed to the video cabinet and pulled out a couple of unlabeled video tapes. "This should do it," she grinned, running quickly back to the car where she'd left Liane waiting. She pulled her long legs into the small car and smiled.."Here we go!"
The two spent the rest of the evening listening to cds and watching videos, with Denise putting Liane through Backstreet 101 in preparation for the chat the next night. After several hours, Liane looked up. "Good lord...it's past midnight! No wonder I'm yawning so much!" she giggled. "I'm getting too old for these late night things," she moaned.
"Too old my ass," Denise smacked her playfully. "If you're too old, then that makes me too old and I'll be damned if I'm too old to still have fun with some boyband," she giggled hysterically, swooning at a shot of Howie pulling his shirt off his shoulders during their 1998 New Year's Eve concert. "God, couldn't you just imagine getting a hold on that man? My god.....makes me quiver all over," she sighed, falling back playfully on the pile of pillows they'd assembled on the floor that was now scattered with junk food remnants and a half empty bottle of chardonney.
"Denise! Good lord....you're going to have to get those hormones in gear before tomorrow night!" Liane insisted playfully.
"Hell, no, sista! We got to get yours jacked up!" replied denise, throwing a pillow at Liane.
Liane threw the pillow back at Denise. She put a picture from a magazine up closer to her face. "Good lord, what is that on his belly button?"
"That, my dear dusty librarian is a 69."
"69?... OH!" she colored up.
"You know, you've spent most of tonight looking at Mr. AJ McLean... he trips your trigger, don't he?"
"Dee!"
Denise arched an eyebrow, and flipped her glossy long black hair over her shoulder.
"Well... he does... have a nice..."
"A nice..."
"Denise." Liane blushed. "A nice body, OK? He... moves nice."
"Praise the lord and pass the peanuts, the woman does have a sexual drive after all."
"Dee!" said Liane, laughing, "Of course I do. I'm not, as you have pointed out, a nun."
"And now you finally don't look like one." Liane laughed and began throwing popcorn at her friend, starting an all out snack fight. Half an hour later they collapsed.
"That's it! I'm knackered now," Denise groaned. "I have eaten too much and played too hard. Time for some serious beauty sleep just in case we can throw some video into this chat," she smiled sneakily as Kafre came and curled up on her legs. "Going to sleep down here with me Kaf?" she smiled as she stroked the cat's fur. "I guess you'll have to do since I don't have a real guy around," she fussed, sighing with a sound of contentment as the cat began to purr in her lap.
"Good idea, sleep that is," Liane agreed. "It has been a long and eventful day...but not all bad," she added when she saw the warning look from Dee. "I really do like the hair Dee...thanks for giving me a swift kick in the ass," she told her friend. "I'm still going to be nervous about those dresses..."
"You're going to be amazing in those dresses! I might as well be invisible tomorrow night! Now shut up and go to sleep before I throw another pillow at you!" she insisted as she curled up under a blanket with the cat still on her lap. "Morning will be here before you know it and you'll be chatting with the Backstreet Boys...including AJ!" she teased her friend about her new found attraction.
"Oh, lord, I wouldn't know what to do with a man like that..."
"I bet he'd know what to do with you..."
"Sweet Howie D dreams, Dee."
"Naughty AJ dreams, Li."
Laughing, the women turned in.
```
The next morning Liane got up and dragged herself to the bathroom. When she looked up into the mirror and saw the cloud of mussed blonde hair she screamed.
"What? What!? God God, you getting murdered?" said Denise.
"No... just forgot about the hair."
"Oh." Denise laughed. "It's pretty different. When was the last time you had your hair done before last night?"
"Um... ten years ago?"
"Sheesh. You were definately ready for a change."
"Yeah." said Liane, turning her head left and right. "It's... different. Crazy."
"It's called bedhead. Take a shower. I'm going back to bed."
"Don't you have to go to work?"
"Nope, gonna spend the day watching BSB videos and pampering Kafre."
"He'll love that. OK. I work until Noon, then I'll stop by the store and get us some goodies for tonight. I wonder what it will be like."
"You and me both. I'm so excited I feel a bit ill."
"Naw, that's the Chardonney."
Denise groaned and went back to the couch. Liane took a shower, the water feeling odd going through her short hair. When she got out she just towel dried it and mussed it up with mousse like Andre told her to. of course, it didn't look anything like when HE had done it, but it still looked good. She dressed, fed Kafre and headed for the library.
Denise slept until 10:00 before finally dragging herself off to the shower. She stood in front of the mirror as she blow-dried her long black hair, wondering if mayb she should have had herself done over as well. She'd had the same straight hair for as long as she could remember. The thought of having it chopped off had crossed her mind before, but everyone she went to said it wouldn't suit her with her long face and square jawline. So she stayed with the long tresses.
When she was done she padded to the kitchen and found some cereal, then planted herself in front of the television with a big bowl and the remote. Kafre came and sat right by her knee, patiently starring and waiting. "Kafre, be a good kitty and I'll give you the milk when I'm done," she talked to the feline as she ate her cheerios, watching the cat settle down by her leg to wait.
She clicked on the TV and began watching the videos she'd brought over. They'd been given to her as a gag gift by her co-workers when they discovered her attraction to the boys and she'd rarely taken the time to sit down and really watch them. Before she knew it the morning was gone it was almost 1:00 in the afternoon. "So...what do you think Kaf? Are they doable or what?" she giggled to herself as the cat ignored her. She had made her way to the kitchen when she heard the key in the lock and Liane came through the door.
"My god woman...you aren't even dressed yet! It's afternoon. I can't believe Ms. Fashionplate has been sitting around in jammies all day," she teased her friend.
"Hey, I got caught up starring at Howie on all those videos. Couldn't tear myself away. Oh..I called the office and Bill and dropping the webcam by on the way home this afternoon! Now we just have to hope that maybe the boys have one as well. It would be so cool to be able to see them while we talk," she laughed lightly.
"Oh... I don't know about that..."
"Hon, you look fabulous. Hoe did the other librarians react?"
"Like I had gone insane." laughed Liane. "And when I went to the market for an apple someone thought I was Meg Ryan."
"I'm tellin' you, you've got it goin' on girlfriend. What goodies did you get?"
"Dips, chips, chocolate, wine..."
"Oooh..." said Denise, peeking in the bag. "You rock. Godiva Chocolates! What's this, champagne?"
Li blushed and laughed. "Hey, it's a one in a lifetime thing, right?"
"How does this all work out?"
"You mean the chat? I have an address to go to and a password. We'll get on around 7:00 so they can tell us some stuff... nondisclosure and all that."
"Hmmmm. Good! Enough time to order a pizza."
"Everything, get one with everything! Get two!" laughed Liane. "I'm going to take a shower. Which dress should I wear?"
"Oh, hm... they're both pretty, but how about the Japanese styled one?"
"OK. Help yourself to whatever... there's ice cream in the fridge, banana your favorite."
"Banana? Li you are a goddess! I'm going to save it to handle my hormonal overload I'm sure I'm going to have later. While you are in the shower I'm going to run home real quick - now that I'm looking, I hate the outfits I brought over. I should be back in a couple of hours. I think I'll stop by the office and get the equipment instead of having them bring it by. It will help pass the rest of the afternoon. We can order the pizza when I get back," she yelled as she headed for the door, closing it behind her so that Kafre wouldn't make a get away.
She entered her tiny, quiet condo and raffled through her closet and drawers again. Suddenly she couldn't find anything that she thought would work. "Jesus," she fussed at herself. "They may not even be able to see you, you idiot. Just grab something," she said out loud, pulling a deep red mini and a white tank from her wardrobe before dashing back out and heading towards her office.
"And just why do you need the web cam?" her co-worker asked.
"Billy, it's none of your business," she replied. "I just want to try it out with a friend..that's all."
"A male friend by any chance?" he prodded nosily.
"Would you stop. I'm not telling you anything...if I did half the office would know before I got back. Now just give me the darn thing and tell me how to set it up!" she groaned.
An hour later Denise was on her way back to Liane's apartment. She knocked and waited for an answer. "Liane! Hurry up wench! This stuff is heavy!" she yelled to the door. It was flung open a moment later.
"Sorry, I was watching the video you left in the VCR," she grinned sheepishly. "You'll be happy to know that I at least have their names straight now!" she smiled victoriously. "That took a while. It's almost 5:00. Should we go ahead and order the pizza or wait a bit longer?"
"Let's go ahead and order it and finish this last video. I don't want them to see us stuffing our faces if we get this camera to work! We'll have the Godiva and champagne while we're chatting," she giggled again. She set about figuring the camera set up while Liane ordered the pizza and began the video.
She set about figuring the camera set up while Liane ordered the pizza and began the video.
"Hmmmm.... almost seven, time to get pretty," said Liane nervously.
"Hey, kid, don't sweat it," said Denises kindly, "C'mon, let's go for it."
Fifteen minutes later they were both dolled up, sitting in front of the computer. 'You know," said Dee, "I may not know as much about computers as you do, but I believe the first step is to turn it on."
Liane laughed and flicked the button, then logged on. She looked at her friend. "Here we go..." she said. She dialed up the site and entered the password.
liane: hello, we are here.
host: welcome! we just have a few buisness things to get through, the guys aren't here yet.
liane: ok
The host went through all the standard disclaimers. Liane heard a pop and looked up to see Denise pouring champagne.
When they sat in front of the computer again, line typed:
liane: we have a webcam, do the boys?
host: I don't know, they are at a different site, on their tour. I will tell them you have one.
liane: where are they?
host: Chicago.
"Oh, my God, they're only five hours from Cleveland..." said Denised smoothing out her glossy hair.
"Pretty cool." Liane's voice quavered.
"Hang in there, girl, this will be great."
Liane smiled and sipped her champagne.
Links to other sites on the Web
© 1997 crunkgrl62382@yahoo.com
Get your own Free Home Page