Blue Room - Sex Stories

Blue Room

“I thought we’d shake things up a little.” Megan watched her boyfriend produce the unassuming white letter-length envelope and lay it on the black laminate bar, nudging it her way. She watched his face for a telltale sign but his only response was to grin back at her and wink. “What is this?” she asked coyly, a slow smile spreading across her face. It had been five years to the date since they’d first met and while she’d been hoping for a small blue box from Tiffany’s with the clear-cut solitaire that she’d been eyeing for months, this clearly wasn’t it. And yet something in her stirred with excitement as her imagination took flight to other possibilities. Plane tickets, that was her immediate guess, and she thought of sun-drenched beaches or a romantic getaway to some broody European city where they’d sip wine on a warm balmy night and listen to Spanish guitar. “I think you need to open the envelope,” he said, obviously as eager as she was. Megan’s hands worked quickly, feeling giddy from the martinis they’d been enjoying and she prepared an obligatory ‘oh, you shouldn’t have’ expression. She felt very certain that on this precipitous occasion, he’d probably splurged on something grand. When the tickets were finally in her hand, she read them and blinked twice, looking up at him with baffled eyes. She turned them over, seeking some inclination that this was a ruse designed to confuse her and prepare her for an even bigger surprise. But there was nothing else. Nothing but ...

... those two unassuming tickets to the last place on earth she wanted to be that night. “Well?” he laughed. “Surprised?” “Uhm, yeah, I guess you could say that,” Megan said finally. She looked up at him and frowned. “Tickets to a rave, Shane? Really? ” She was inwardly aghast at how genuinely shocked he appeared to be by her lack of enthusiasm. Didn’t he know her at all by now? “This is the exact party where we first met, five years ago tonight, Meg,” he said, trying to encourage some excitement. When she just stared back at him flatly, obviously not amused, he leaned against the bar, shaking his head. “You’re not very sentimental, I guess. I thought you’d be excited to get out and have some fun for a change.” She rolled her eyes. “For a change? I thought we were having fun.” Shane shrugged and looked down the long bar that they were standing at in the upscale boutique lounge, watching other similarly bored, disinterested couples trying to make crippling small talk with overpriced martinis in hand. The watered down ambient music seemed like a perfect backdrop to the murmur of nondescript conversations surrounding them. He felt the weight of it, as he usually did on their Saturday nights. Everything was so predictable. It was like watching a familiar reel playing over and over again, soothing after a long week of hectic work schedules and yet never offering any challenge or unexpected momentum. His heavy sigh was meant to convey more than the words he spoke. “Don’t you ever get ...