Between the Sheets

All this chatter about unicorns had me thinking of my only true girlfriend. She is a beautiful Hawaiian with creamy brown skin. She has elegant feminine curves to her body, with enough meat on her bones that you can guess she indulges in life (and dessert) the way she SHOULD! Her dark, sleek hair is cropped short as a nymph’s. She has a laugh that would calm even the most nervous partner. And, her spirit is worth celebrating, in and out of bed.

She and her husband have played with J and I on a few occasions. In and out of the bedroom, they are incredible people. What J and I love most about them is their tireless souls. Laughter is a part of all they do, even sex. I once laughed in the middle of an orgasm with B that has remained unparalleled ever since.

T has been feeling down lately. We have spent precious little time nurturing our friendship and I am awful at returning phone calls. Truth be told, I detest phones. T leaves me sarcastic messages usually, taunting me into picking up the phone and calling her back…“Where are you? Have you fallen into a black hole? Pretend like you’re a part of civilization and call me back, ok?”

I don’t. But, I think of her. And I hear from B that she is feeling down. And, despite our distance, I feel it. I identify with it and wish to take her sadness away. She is too beautiful to feel such things.

So, today, I knocked on her door in the middle of the afternoon with tiramisu. I knew that the kids would be in school, as were mine.

I hugged her, smelling the jasmine and musk of her perfume. I told her that I was there to celebrate her.

We grabbed utensils and walked hand in hand to the bedroom with our dessert. Theirs is a renaissance room, bedecked with dark blue walls and heavy furniture and draperies. There are [techonologically] antiquated photographs of her in her fencing garb and others of elaborate architecture of the Elizabethen period. Sunlight shone thru the only window in a haze of translucent light.

She walked to the drapes and pulled them closed, slightly. A hint of light in the room was all that remained.

I set the dessert down at the nightstand as she closed the drapes and untied my dress. Letting it fall to the floor, I stood in black bra and panty, ready to climb into bed next to her.

I looked at her and she smiled. Ok, she giggled. We hadn’t been alone together before, though we teased our husbands about the desire to many times. Finally, they acquiesced. And we hoped that it drove them wild at work to think of us now.

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