I hadn't even wrapped my mind around our sexy sailboat get-together the previous Saturday when Jenna called me at work after lunch, the following Monday. "Hi Lisa. It's me, Jenna."
"Hey Jenna. Wild boat trip, huh?"
She tittered. "Ah-huh. That got me so wound up, Jeff and me spent the rest of the weekend in bed, fucking like bunnies."
That wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Now, Jeff can't wait for next Saturday. You're all right with that aren't you?"
That was more like it. "All right with what, sweetheart?"
"Pairing off with Jeff, while I fuck your hottie's brains out."
Oh, I think I can handle it. "Yeah, I'm fine with Saturday. It was my idea and I told you, Dirk isn't like a real boyfriend. I don't care what you do with him. Now, what can I do for you?"
"Umm, I wondered if we could get together and talk."
"Sure, where and when?"
"I'm working from home today, Could you come by when you get off work? I'll even cook dinner."
Immediately, I thought of my heartthrob—her husband. "Will Jeff be there?"
"No, he's been working split shifts lately and won't be home until eight-thirty. Why, you want him to eat your pussy again?"
Dang. "No, just wondered. What do you want to talk about?"
"I'll tell you when you get here."
I got there at a quarter to six and Jenna had dinner ready and waiting on the table. "Mmm, baby back ribs, corn on the cob and baked potatoes. Looks delicious."
"Thank you. Have a seat and get started while I pour the wine."
She turned and sashayed into the kitchen displaying her fabulous ass as she went. I couldn't help but notice that my doe eyed raven haired friend looked delicious in low rise white shorts and a navy blue polka dot halter. I thought nothing of our place settings sitting adjacent to each other, and took a seat. As I bit into my first rib, Jenna came through the swinging café doors carrying a bottle of red wine.
As she poured my goblet full, she explained, "I hope you like Beaujolais. I love it."
I took a sip and loved it too. "Mmm, that is good. Let me see the label."
After pouring her glass full, Jenna held the bottle up.
"Hmm, Beaujolais 2004, I never had it before. It really is tasty."
She took her seat and placed her long fingered feminine hand over mine. "Well, I have plenty, so drink up."
I drank the rest of my wine and said, "Thank you, I think I will." As she poured my goblet full for the second time, I asked, "You wore that perfume on the boat, didn't you?"
She set a used rib on the throw away plate, set her elbows on the table, clasped her hands together and smiled at me. "Ah-huh."
"I just love it. What is it?"
"It's called Saxony. It costs a hundred dollars an ounce."
I hoped I didn't make a face. "A little rich for this working girl's budget. What do you want to talk about?"
Jenna waved her hand dismissively. "About next Saturday, but it can wait until we finish dinner."
"You're not mad that Jeff…auh…ate me out, are you?"
"Do I act mad?
"Are you mad that Dirk effed me?"
"Of course not, I told you I'm not serious about him."
Jenna's raised her eyebrows so high they wrinkled her forehead. "I don't know why. If I was single, like you, I'd be serious. He's perfect."
|Publisher:||New Dawning Books|
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|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
V.A. Writes about young and unrequited erotic obsessions from her home in Southern California.