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Subject: {ASSM} "Girl Talk" by Dryad
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There seemed to be a problem with my original posting of this; it
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showed up. So, here it is for those who prefer reading in ASSM.
If you can't vote, don't read. If you want it, ask. Comments are
grovelled for. Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003
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She was early.
She found a decent table, hidden back in an alcove. She sat at
the edge of the seat, watching the door.
It was the annual "Hen Roost" as her husband liked to call it.
Her and her two good friends would go out for the night,
drinking, carousing, and male bashing. Of course, it was easy to
do when he used terms like that.
She ordered a coke to start with, wanting to be sharp for the
beginning festivities. Betsy was the first one in. It figured,
since she was closer, and not having any kids, she'd find it
easier to escape.
"Betsy! Over here!" she called out.
"Deni!" Betsy rushed over and threw her arms around her friend,
then proceeded to drop a large shopping bag and her coat to her
seat.
"Holy shit, Den! How much weight did you lose?" Deni did a little
pirouette.
"You like? Twenty five pounds; yoga, and power walking," she
replied as they both slid into the booth.
"So, where's Ella?" Betsy flagged down a waitress.
"I imagine she'll be here shortly. Her kids go to bed later than
mine...and she has a lot further to travel. You spending the
night here like last year?"
"Hell, yeah. Too fricken far to travel back tonight. Too bad you
can't stay. Ella said she probably will."
"Actually, I am. Ethan arranged it!" Deni grinned.
"Woohoo! Oh! There's Ella." Betsy cried out. "Hey Ella!" Deni
laughed at how half the bar looked over at them. Ella laughed
too through her blush.
"I can't believe you did that!" She dumped her belongings down
and looked at her two friends. "So...What'd I miss?" She plopped
down into the booth next to Betsy as the waitress came by.
"Hi ladies. Will you be starting a tab tonight?"
The women chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Lots of talking tonight!"
"Great then. What will we start with?"
"Husband bashing for the first course?" Deni grinned.
"Oooh. I'm up for some of that!" the waitress replied, "but I
have to take your drink orders."
"I'll have a mudslide please," Betsy chimed in.
"Sombero please...and the more Kahlua the better." Was Ella's
addition.
"I swear, I'm gonna call you girls the Kahlua sisters. I'd like a
Tequila Sunrise please?" Deni finished as the waitress smiled and
left with their order.
"Let's go through the pictures first, before we're too sloshed to
recognize who's who." Deni said while she pulled her bag up to
the table, digging for her collection.
"Good idea. I didn't bring many this year. You always bring
enough for the two of us." Betsy nudged Deni.
Ella sighed as she pulled hers out. "The girls got into the
pictures just before I left...so they aren't all here..." she
shuffled through, "Here is Molly's school pictures." She smiled.
"Pig tails, Ella? God, that's old-fashioned! Oh wait." Deni
chuckled, "Look at Lizzie's school picture."
They all laughed when they saw Lizzie had braided pigtails as
well. "Probably the only time I did that all year too."
"Oh, aren't they darling!" Betsy commented.
Ella snorted. Deni shuffled through the pictures. "Really? Take a
look at this one."
Betsy gasped when she saw the same "darling" covered with...
"What IS that?"
Deni laughed. "Oh, they decided to get into the cubby where I
store all the holiday stuff? That was Easter egg dye. They
thought they'd use it like makeup. You should have seen the floor
when I found them." She shook her head, "it took me ages, and
there are still green stains on the floor."
"THAT is why I don't have children. Well, that and I can't. But
it's why we never adopted. I have enough trouble cleaning up
after the dogs." She handed the picture to Ella.
She laughed, "I recognize that. Only mine was Christy getting
into my makeup."
Pulling another picture from the pile, Betsy asked, "Was this
your vacation?"
Deni nodded. " If you can call a weekend a vacation, yes. But it
was nice. The weather was gorgeous. Couldn't've asked for
better."
The waitress showed up with the drinks, taking a moment to laugh
at Lizzie covered with egg dye. "Just holler when you need more,
it looks like a long night!" She grinned as she moved away.
"Now for the proof of point pictures, ladies." Ella flipped one
on top of the pile. "Remember how I said the house looked? And
neither of you would believe how bad it was?"
Betsy gulped and Deni laughed. "Looks like the girls' rooms after
a long, rainy weekend."
"So, Bets, where're your pictures?"
"Don't have many...just one of the dogs, one of the new garden,
and one of Daren when he got sunburned." She shuffled through
the pile and pulled out the pictures she mentioned.
"Ouch. That had to hurt." Ella remarked.
"Stick a fork in 'em he's done," was Deni's. "When was that?"
"We went for a weekend to the shore."
"Ooooh. We just went there! We left the kids with Josh's mom for
the weekend." Ella smiled dreamily. "We had such a nice time...a
romantic walk on the beach...and afterward...I haven't had an
orgasm like that in ages!" She blushed, then asked, "Did you have
a good time?"
"Too many people. After he got the burn, we ended up coming home.
No sense in staying if he had to stay inside all the time."
"God, they're getting old." Deni whined.
"We all are. But, there are bonuses to being older." Ella fiddled
with her glass.
"God, what?"
"We don't have a problem going after what we want."
"Damn right!" Deni scanned the bar for likely suspects as she
grinned.
"The stud at the next table - damn right - I need a good
screwing." Betsy commented as she raised her glass.
"Don't we all?" Deni quipped. " I mean, what is it with men? I
could get just about any male in here. Flash a little tit, a
little thigh and they're drooling like mental patients. Marry
them, and you need to drag them kicking and screaming to bed."
She paused to swig the rest of her tequila. "It's been three
weeks since I've had any. And then? I literally was on my knees
in front of him begging. Hell, when it comes to sex, I have no
pride." She raised her hand to signal the waitress for another
round.
"My problem is wham bam thank you ma'am and too bad you didn't
get a chance sweetie - I'll try harder next time - but he never
does." Betsy answered.
"Exactly. But with a stranger? Hell, fireworks, and excitement
and everything sex should be. You know what it is girls?"
They both watched Deni for her answer.
"They take us for granted. They don't have to work to please us
anymore, they already HAVE us." The waitress put the tray down as
she handed out the drinks, grinning at the women and silently
nodding her head.
"Well, DUH. Tell me something I didn't figure out after the first
two years of marriage." Ella nearly choked on her drink laughing.
"So why do we put up with it? If a stranger would treat us
better, why do we put up with it?" Betsy asked.
"Because we don't want to be alone?" Deni replied.
"Aren't we little miss cynical!" Ella exclaimed. "You know why as
well as I do. We love them. God only knows why, they certainly
drive us insane, but there it is." She took another swig of her
drink. "Topic change; when was the last time your husband did
something sexually surprising for you? Could be romantic or
whatever."
Betsy spoke first, "Ummm Lets restate the question. When did they
EVER do something to surprise us?"
"Ethan used to bring me cards home. Used to bring me flowers for
no reason. Last year after a really and I mean REALLY bad
fight...he arranged for mom to take the girls while we went to a
really fancy restaurant. One where we could actually hear each
other, and had tablecloths." Deni said.
"Denise Louise Richards. I said sexually surprising, I already
said mine." Ella nudged her.
"Fine. At least he's willing to do something more than
missionary. Doesn't like anal, but he'll play around a few times
a year since he knows I do." Deni thought for a moment. "Last
year he shaved me! That counts, doesn't it?" She grinned.
"You like anal? My husband would kill to try that out...nope, no
way. Not in this lifetime." Ella retorted.
Betsy moaned. "This is almost more than I needed to know."
"Fine then, what does Daren do to get your motor going?" Ella
answered.
Betsy laughed. "Does baking me chocolate chip cookies count?"
"Well, lets see, chocolate, sex. Chocolate. Sex." Ella held her
hands face up as though weighing the subjects. " Close enough I
guess." She paused, "Actually, I think chocolate may be better."
"Bite your tongue! Better than sex?" Deni said.
"Fine then. Better than bad sex. And before you start, YES there
is such a thing."
"Well, duh," she replied, mimicking Ella, "of course there is.
That's what we're complaining about, isn't it? Well, quality AND
quantity. What's the longest you've been without?"
"Honestly?" Ella answered.
"No, lie to me," Deni said, exasperated, "Of course honestly."
" 20 months, 2 weeks and 3 days."
"I think she meant since you've been married." Betsy said.
"That WAS when I was married." Ella countered.
"Ouch! And I complain about 3 months. Jesus. How did you live
through it?"
"Thank god for Rechargeables and cyber is all I've got to say."
Ella shook her head and took a big gulp of her drink. The
question 'Why?' hung in the air, but no one wanted to ask.
"Have you ever considered women?" Ella broke the silence.
"You mean become bisexual? What woman hasn't?" Deni joked, then
seeing the looking on Ella's face, "You're serious?"
Betsy answered quietly, "I've thought about it. I mean, hell, men
aren't doing it for me."
"I've thought about it a lot. A Lot." The women waited for her to
continue. "I've been sorta seeing this woman online."
"REALLY? What does Josh have to say about that? Does he even
know?" Betsy asked incredulously.
"He knows. Not happy, really, but surprisingly, he's pretty
understanding about it. But I think he thinks it's some sort of
stage I'm going through." She paused a moment, "or he thinks he
can get a ménage going on."
"Deni," Betsy suddenly hissed, "there's some guy staring at you."
"Really? Where? Is he cute?" She grinned then turned around.
"Jesus, girl where were you in Clubbing 101? You don't turn and
LOOK!"
The guy was good looking. Tall, with a sexy smile that lit up his
eyes. Older too, not some college brat. He raised his glass in
her direction when he caught her eye. She smiled at him, and he
started to walk toward their booth.
He stopped at the booth and looked down at the women, or more
specifically, at Deni.
"Hi."
It wasn't much, but that one syllable melted over her body like
rich, warm chocolate. Betsy and Ella gave her an imperceptible
head nudge.
"Hi." She managed back.
"Would you like to dance?" he held his hand out to her.
She began to stutter her apology when Ella answered for her, "Oh,
go on Deni! Just remember what we had the conversation about."
She grinned at her friend as she was led out on the dance floor.
"Do you come here often?" He asked her.
"No, just once a year. You?"
"Just passing through. I like the scenery." He smiled down at her
again, revealing an adorable dimple on his right cheek. She
flustered as they continued to dance on the miniscule dance
floor, until she caught the eyes of her girlfriends who were
egging her on. Ella's words came back to her, and she replayed
the conversation in her head as his hand softly caressed her
back. She followed Ella's advice, remembering the words she'd
spoken earlier. "But with a stranger? Hell, fireworks, and
excitement and everything sex should be." Guess she was saying
follow my own advice. Her body closed the gap he'd allowed, and
felt her breasts brush against his chest. A quiet intake of
breath was her acknowledgement. His hands continued to wander her
back, up and down slowly and seductively. Each pass brought his
hands lower and lower until his palms were resting over the
curves of her ass, and his fingers squeezing her pelvis closer to
him, feeling his own reaction against her stomach. She gasped.
Maybe this is too much she thought, looking over his shoulder to
her friends.
Who were no longer at the table. She could see the bills
fluttering beneath the empty glasses, her own purse and bag
missing. Damn them!
The song ended, and she stepped away. "I'm sorry...but my friends
just left, and they have my purse. I need to go hunt them
down...but it was lovely meeting you." Deni smiled, as she
stepped away.
Quickly, he fell into step with her. "That wasn't a nice thing to
do! Let me help you find them. At least this way, you have
someone to help you with a plan B."
She nodded and smiled, "Thanks. I might just have to take you up
on that." She wandered up to the bank of elevators, and pressed
the floor she knew Betsy was staying on. He followed her into the
elevator, rubbing her tense shoulders. "My room and car keys were
in my purse...they know I can't get home without them. What made
them think this would be amusing?" she ranted idly, even while
her body's nervous system was going on overload at his touch. The
elevator stopped on the floor, and she walked up to the door. It
was slightly open, so she pushed it in.
"Okay guys! This isn't funny!" The empty room echoed as she
wondered where they could be.
Her purse was sitting on the closest bed with her keycard and she
sighed heavily in relief, as she heard the door click shut behind
her. She heard him come up behind her, and knew what was coming.
She tossed the momentary qualms aside and turned into his
embrace. His hold was strong, sure and sensual, as his lips
kissed first her eyelids, her nose, her cheek, her jaw, before
settling over her mouth.
His tongue teased her, drawing a moan from her, as his arms
tightened around her suddenly slack body. Her hands drew up to
play with the hair curling at the collar of his shirt. His lips
left hers and skimmed down her neck to the hollow of her throat,
kissing softly and making her shiver in his embrace. The buttons
quickly fell open as he skimmed lower. His touch was electric.
She moaned softly as his fingers tightened against her back, her
hands running down to his broad shoulders. She fell back onto
the bed, as he pulled off his shirt, returning to her quickly.
She could feel the heat of his chest burn through the satin of
her bra. It teased her already turgid nipples. Quickly, she
reached behind to unclasp the bra, desperate for the feel of his
hot skin against hers. The cold of his belt buckle hit her
stomach and caused her to shiver again. She reached down to undo
it, feeling his thickness press against her thigh as she did so.
Her own skirt had magically disappeared. She lay nude beneath
him, his touch causing frissions of tension to course through her
body as his slacks slide down to puddle on the floor. With a
moan, he fell forward on top of her, his hands running down her
sides.
Slowly, he slid down her body, softly worshipping her body with
his mouth as he moved until he was kneeling between her thighs.
His dark smiling eyes caught her lust hazed ones before dipping
into her femininity. Once, twice his tongue slid widely over her
slit, dragging across her already engorged clitoris. Her
breathing caught, and he felt her thighs vibrate against his
cheeks. Three times, and she shrieked loudly, her inner lips
fluttering spasmodically against his tongue. He pressed his
tongue against her quivering flesh, and held still until the
spasms passed. He rose to his knees, pressing his shaft against
her humid core, and gradually slid inside. He groaned, pressing
up against her pelvic bone. His hands pulled her hips against his
own, her clitoris stimulated by the contact and she bucked
against him. He slid and out of her relentlessly, a steady
rhythm, not too fast or too slow. They both panted, moaning,
otherwise silent. Her body arched as he brought her closer and
closer to the brink, each breath becoming more ragged. In a
sudden blaze, Deni shrieked as her body began to convulse about
the bed, in the throes on a massive orgasm. And still, he kept
pounding away like a metronome. His breathing was coming in
hisses now, and his constant rhythm began to break down, as he
roared his own completion. He fell against her, his head against
her breast, while they both caught their breath.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Wow is right," he answered as he slowly stood up, "that was
wild."
"Mmmmhmmm," she agreed still in post orgasmic bliss.
"I need to work in the morning, so I better get going." He zipped
up his pants.
"Okay sweetheart, I'll see you when you get home from work." She
stood up and slid her naked body against him.
"Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy...Yours is next." She murmured
against his cheek as she let him out the door.
Ella and Betsy were never going to believe it.
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