Sherry paused on her way to the shower to look over Tony's shoulder as he sat at his desk staring at his laptop.
"What are you doing, Tony?"
"I'm trying to write a short story."
"And why would you want to do that?"
"Well, I found this one site that has short stories written by ordinary people and I've been reading some of them. I thought I'd write one and send it in and see if they'll put it on the site."
Sherry chuckled.
"I didn't know I'd married Mark Twain."
Tony looked up at her.
"You didn't, but it can't be that kind of story anyway."
"OK, what kind of story does it have to be?"
"It's an erotic story site, so it has to have sex in it, you know, people having sex, people wanting to have sex, people having sex with several other people, people having sex with themselves, things like that."
"After thirty years of marriage and two kids, you should know how to write that. You want to do it all the time."
"I can write that part, but all the other stories have something that happened that explains why the people are having sex. I don't know what to write about."
She chuckled again.
"Sorry, Shakespeare. Can't help you with that."
Tony smiled.
"Yes you can. Women read these stories too. What would you like to read about?"
"Gee, let me think. I'd like to read about how I can lose the extra five pounds of butt I'm carrying around without starving myself to death and how to get my stretch marks to go away."
"What about the sex stuff?"
Sherry smiled.
"Tony, those are my secret fantasies. You don't expect me to tell you those, do you?"
"I was hoping you would."
Sherry shook her head.
"Not a chance. You'd either be jealous or you'd try to be one of my fantasies. They're fantasies because no man or woman could ever be them."
Tony grinned.
"You fantasize about having sex with a woman? Stories about that always get really great comments. Tell me what you think about and I'll write that."
"I didn't say I wanted to have sex with a woman, Tony. I just said the women in fantasies aren't real women."
"But you have thought about it, haven't you?"
"Tony, all women have at one time or another. That doesn't mean we're all just drooling to hop into bed with another woman."
"If you did, what would you do?"
"I don't know. What you do, I suppose."
"Would you kiss her?"
"Well, sure. That's how you always start."
"How would it feel?"
Sherry giggled.
"Tony, how would I know that? I've never kissed another woman that way in my life."
"Well, maybe you should. You could tell me and then I could write about it."
"So...you want me to go out, find a woman, and kiss her so I can tell you how it felt and you can write about it? It's gonna be a really short story."
"Oh, you wouldn't stop with just kissing. You'd do the rest too."
"The rest meaning what?"
"Well, you'd play with her boobs and use your finger to get her excited, like I do you."
Sherry frowned.
"I don't get to have fun too? I mean, I suppose it might be interesting, once, with the right woman, but not if I'm doing everything."
"Well, she'd probably be doing the same things to you, so you'd have fun. I could write about that too."
Sherry grinned.
"Well, don't get your hopes up. Even if I wanted to, none of the women I know would ever do something like that, and if I asked them, they'd probably never speak to me again. Now, I'm going to take a bath so I'll be ready to go shopping tomorrow. That means hands off tonight. I don't want to get clean only to have you get me all sticky again."
As Sherry walked away, Tony was thinking. If he could find the right woman and introduce her to Sherry and they had sex, he could write about how he'd found the woman, and how he'd introduced them, and what happened next. That would make a great story.
It was then he realized even if he could make that happen, Sherry would never tell him what they did and how she felt. She'd always considered sex as something private, and this would be more than private to her. The only way he'd know was if he watched them, and that was less probable than finding the woman in the first place.
As Tony lay in bed trying to fall asleep, he thought some more about where to find the woman. Work was out of the question. He knew a couple of women in the office who seemed not as feminine as most, but if he said anything like that to them, he'd be out on his butt without a job within an hour. No, it had to be someplace where he could ask the woman and she couldn't do anything except say no...and maybe get mad and slap him.
The next night, while Sherry was cleaning up after dinner, he looked at a couple of sites where women send in their pictures and write what they like. After looking at twenty or so profiles, decided that wasn't a good idea either. Most of the women who said they liked women were married and Tony didn't know what he'd do with the husband while their wives were having sex. He didn't even want to think about the ones where the husband was bi-sexual.
The ones who weren't married were usually young. Sherry was forty-nine and to him, still a knockout, but she'd be too self-conscious about doing it with a woman much younger. Both the married women and the younger women were always too far away as well.
The answer to Troy's problem literally fell into his lap a week later. He was flying out of Nashville on his way to Chicago. He'd learned long ago to check his overnight bag and only carry his briefcase on the plane with him. The woman standing in the aisle of the plane beside where he sat hadn't learned that. She was trying to stuff her rolling suitcase into the overhead baggage compartment and it didn't look to Tony like it was going to fit.
The woman didn't give up easily though. She tried pushing it in sideways, but there wasn't room. She turned it, stepped back and pushed for all she was worth. She might have gotten it in if her foot hadn't slipped. When it did, she sat down on Tony's knees.
The woman got up, looked at Tony and said "Sorry".
Tony grinned.
"No need to be sorry. I thought it was a happy accident."
The woman looked at him and frowned.
"Don't flatter yourself, mister. I don't like men."
About that time, the flight attendant walked up.
"Ma'am, it would be easier if you'd let me check your bag for you. You can pick it up at the baggage claim right after we land."
The woman gave up then, handed him her bag, and then took the aisle seat on the other side of the plane.
During the flight, Tony kept stealing glances at the woman. She was about his age and she was shaped a lot like Sherry. She had a bit thicker waist and wider hips than a young girl. She was also pretty. It was a shame he didn't know her, he thought. If he did, he could maybe convince her to meet Sherry and if they hit it off...
Tony was still thinking when the plane landed. He was still thinking when he waited to board the return flight to Nashville the next afternoon. It was when the middle section boarded that he saw her walk down the aisle of the plane again. Tony noticed she didn't have her big bag with her this time.
When he got off the plane, Tony went to the baggage carousel to pick up his overnight case. The woman walked up a minute or so later. Tony thought for a second, and then walked over to her.
"Excuse me Ma'am. I'm the guy you fell on yesterday morning. I'd like to apologize for what I said."
The woman looked at him for a few seconds, and then smiled.
"You don't need to apologize. It was my fault."
"Well...I shouldn't have said what I did. I do want to ask you a question though. I don't really know how to ask you this except to ask you, but I have a good reason. Did you mean what you said about not being into men?"
She frowned and glared at him.
"Are you some kind of pervert or something? If you so much as touch me, I'll scream my head off."
