"Hey blondie, looks like you've had a real busy night. Want to sit down for some breakfast."
"Sure Jenn, just let me go to the bathroom, my bladder's about to burst."
"It looks like that's not the only thing that's ready to burst. Your blouse looks like it suffered some serious damage in the battle last night."
"I'll tell you all about it in a minute. Just get a cereal bowl down from the cupboard and pour me some orange juice and I'll be right back."
"Easy-peasy Kate, I'll have your place set up in a jiff."
"God, does that ever feel better! You wouldn't have believed what happened last night."
"Well I know you had a big one planned with Mr. All-American Quarterback. You must have really stuck your tits in his face to land such a catch."
"Catch my eye! He's certainly had an eye for my bod ever since transferring into our Shakespeare class three weeks ago. I figured him for some great cocksman given his performance on the gridiron. Turns out that his talk is greater than his ability to slice the gash with his fleshy sword. I mean really, the girls have been falling all over him. So I figure this guy's got to be hot stuff in the sack in addition to his looks. I had to change my panties after he called the other night, just the sound of that velvet voice was enough to get my pot steamed. Can you pass me one of those English muffins?"
"Sure, here you go. Do you want any marmalade?"
"Yeah, that would be great. Anyway, not only did I look great but I was really on fire when I left last evening. We were going to see 'Measure for Measure' that the Theater Players were doing downtown. I was looking to cook two geese in one pot as it were, get both my Shakespeare review and myself done all in one night. Well, I managed to do both but not the way I intended. God am I still hungry. Can you pop a couple of more muffins in the toaster?"
"Of course, do you want some more orange juice or some coffee?"
"A little more OJ, I'll wait on the coffee until the muffins are done. Anyway as I was saying, I was really primed for the evening. You were out when he stopped by to pick me up. Too bad! For once I was ready on time! The bell rang and when I opened the door there was this bronzed Apollo, sleekly dressed in a pair of khakis and a mauve polo shirt. The blond streaks in his hair sparkled, back lit from the late afternoon sun. I don't know if it was the sun shining in my eyes, or this vision of manly perfection but I was almost ready to jump him right here. We wouldn't have even made it back to the bedroom. You would have caught us in 'copulo', I'm sure."
"Here are your muffins and coffee. So with such a good start, how could the evening go south?"
"South? Jenn, this evening went so far south that I found myself in Antarctica before I could get back on track."
"So he left you high and dry?"
"Well, he certainly left me high but not dry. I'll get to that in a moment. Anyway, we got to the theater in plenty of time. It was a nice evening, the sky had an ochre tinge from the setting sun. Sitting on the square, we shared a lemonade and watched the people come and go. This was the first nice weekend since the end of April and it was nice not to wear a sweater. Will and Jane came over and joined us. It turns out they were going to the play as well. Jane gave me the weirdest look when she sat down. It was kinda like, 'what are you doing with that guy, don't you know about him?' Little did I know, but I was sure going to find out. Well, the play was OK, I just don't like these things where a guy is sentenced to death for fornication. Geez, that would take 99% of my boyfriends out of circulation! The acting was excellent. Hey, you know that guy who moved in four doors down, Edward Smith, though I think he spells it the funny English way, S-m-y-t-h-e."
"The one with the long reddish hair?"
"Yeah, that's him. He played Claudio and did a bang-up job."
"Bang-up, huh? Well Kate, I've run into him at the store a couple of times and I can think of something I would like him to bring a little bang-up to."
"Go for it then, he seems real nice."
"I think I just might do that. Here's your coffee."
"Thanks. After the play we walked back up the hill with Will and Jane. They invited us to join them at Nick's but I graciously declined, saying we had other plans."
"Hmmm, I wonder what kind of plans those might be?"
"All right, already! Let me finish with the story. Anyway, there was a nice breeze at the top of the hill. I had left the bottom buttons of the skirt undone and the wind came right through the slit, lifting up the back just like a hoisted spinnaker. There were a couple of guys walking towards us that got a good flash of panty, though they didn't even crack a smile since I was with Mr. All-American Quarterback. I guess they thought he would pound them into the pavement or whatever it is football players do when they get pissed. I didn't care too much because the air felt pretty damn good as it coursed over the tops of my thighs."
"Nothing like a nice spring breeze, is there? Especially when you've got a case of hot pants!"