The house was silent.
Rosalind lay in bed, staring at her alarm clock.
9:19 a.m.
"Holy shit a full nights sleep," she thought. Rosalind hadn't had a full night's sleep in nearly seven years. Not since having children.
The children.
Rosalind rolled around in her queen size bed stretching loudly with self-amusing histrionics. She had the whole bed to herself. Usually she ended up sharing it with at least one of her three kids; who sleepily stabbed at her with their pointy little knees and elbows, but today they were absent, spending three weeks at their father's house.
Three weeks.
Rosalind felt guilty for not missing them more, but the truth was that she had spent the last seven years with her children constantly in tow. Now that her divorce was final, Rosalind was determined to find the woman she was before motherhood stripped her identity away.
"What to do first?" Rosalind thought for a minute, overwhelmed by so many options, such freedom. Her eyes flung open: A SHOWER! A long, hot shower. Rosalind had grown so accustomed to super short, necessity only showers with kids poking their heads in the bathroom that the idea of a long, hot uninterrupted shower was like a Bahamian vacation. Rosalind sprang naked from the bed and danced a celebration jig into her bathroom tickling herself with her goofiness. Rosalind danced past the mirror and startled herself with her reflection. "What-the fuck-happened to me?" she said pinching at her thigh. Rosalind took a long, hard look at her body. "Are these necessary?" she said, poking at one of her heavy breasts with an index finger the way a schoolyard kid pokes at a toad. "Be careful what you wish for, I guess," she mumbled to herself . Eight years prior when she was just nineteen, Rosalind had the body of a pop star. A toned, dancer's body. Small, taut breasts. She turned heads wherever she went. Now, three children later, that athletic build was just a faint memory.
Rosalind rolled her eyes at her reflection and stepped into the shower. She took her time, giving herself the extra attention she had to deny herself for so long.
She stepped out of the shower feeling human, feeling womanly, pretty even. She moisturized her long brown body, reveling in the smoothness of her freshly shaved legs. She trailed her hands up to her bikini area and ran her fingers along its smoothness, shaved bare except for a narrow aisle of dark hair just above her opening.
"Ooo, I am scandalous," she thought to herself, "too bad no one's gonna see it but me." She continued to lotion herself, her hands worked across her soft belly and up to her heavy breasts. Her stomach growled. "I oughta head to the store," she thought.
Rosalind pulled on her favorite pair of jeans, tattered and worn to fit her body loosely. She threw on a black tank top. "I ain't trying to impress nobody," she thought while kicking on a pair of noisy old flip flops as she headed out the door.
Jake pulled up to find Matt waiting outside, waving his arms. "Stay in the car, we need beer!" Matt hollered while walking toward Jake's vehicle. Matt plopped himself into the passenger seat and motioned for Jake to drive, "head to the store, c'mon."
Jake put the care in reverse and headed back out of Matt's driveway. Matt looked at Jake out of the corner of his eye before saying finally, "Whassup, motherfuggah!"
"I was wondering if you were going to say 'hi' at some point, dick! I don't drive this far to see my mom. You are one lucky son of a bitch!"
Jake and Matt exploded into laughter.
"It's my birthday, bro! I can't get crunk without you, man!" Matt said, his arms and grin stretched wide.
"What does that even mean, 'crunk'? Aren't you a little old for that lingo?" Jake smirked.
"Firstly, I'm turning 30 for Crissakes, I'm not old. Secondly, you're the city mouse, you tell me," Matt chided, "What? Your girlfriend wouldn't know? What's her name? Nikki?"
"No"
"Vicki?"
"No"
"Uh, Britney? Paris? Ashlee?" Matt said, mocking the names with his best valley girl impersonation.
"You know what? Fuck you. Her name was Mandy,"
"That's right," Matt rolled his eyes, "Mandy. How is Mandy?"
"Who knows? Probably sucking some random guy's cock while simultaneously snorting coke of it while someone video tapes it," Jake seethed, the words barely fighting out of his tightly clenched mouth, his knuckles growing white as he gripped the steering wheel.
"So...she's fine, then? Business as usual?" Jake shot Matt a dirty look and Matt waved it off, chuckling, "What'd you expect, bro, hooking up with those club girls?"
"I thought she was different," Jake was sulking in his seat.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? They're all the same man. Bottle blonde, orange tan, tits by Mattel. They're good for bouncing on your Johnson, man, nothing else." Jake cringed at Matt's choice of words.
"You're one to talk.," Jake said finally, "Who was that last chick? Amy? She was a skanky little club chick, too, Matt." Jake looked at Matt for a response.
"I know. That's why I fucked her," Matt smirked at Jake who glared at Matt with feigned disgust before bursting into laughter. The two giggled as they pulled into a space at the market.
The men perused the aisles for necessities. A couple of twelve packs, chips. The two settled on burgers for dinner. "You get the fries, I get the meat. Ready. BREAK!" Matt clapped huddle style before sprinting to the meat section.
Jake laughed to himself. Boy, Matt doesn't change. The two had met senior year of high school when it became a requirement for athletes to take an arts course to graduate. Matt was the life-of-the-party jock and Jake was the boyishly charming theatre guy. With Jake's dark hair and soulful blue eyes and Matt's golden Adonis good looks they made a hobby of getting girls in bed. Jake, always the more sensitive of the two, grew out of it by the time he graduated from college.
Jake shuffled toward the frozen food section, hunting for the Oreidas. His eyes caught the friendly glance of a passing woman and she smiled. Jake nearly fainted. His eyes followed her as she browsed the Ben and Jerry's. Jake positioned himself behind her, pretending that he, too was in need of an ice cream fix.
He took her in. Her wide stance and perfect posture exuded a confidence not seen in the girls Jake was used to dating. Her worn, relaxed jeans could not mask the curvature of her luscious ass. Jake's pulse quickened and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He held the twelve pack in front of his growing erection as he desperately thought of a reason to talk to the girl. He was blank, overcome by a fire in his belly he hadn't experienced in years. What to say? She plucked one of the pints from the shelf. She was leaving. Jake felt panicked. He opened his mouth to speak, not yet sure of what he was going to say, but heard Matt's voice instead.
"Hey, hey hey!" Matt bellowed.
"Hey hey, Matty Matt!" the girl answered. Matt knew this girl!
"Where them babies?" Matt asked while hugging the young woman and kissing her cheek.
"At my ex's for three whole weeks, whoohoo!" the girl replied, throwing up her arms and exploding into a victory dance.
"Yeah!" Matt joined in and the two attracted a few snickers from amused shoppers. The two began communicating in a series of short sentences punctuated by giggles. They obviously had their own language, a sign of solid friendship. Jake just stood there, wanting desperately to join in, but he honestly had no idea what was going on. Their giddy banter did afford him the opportunity to get a good look at her.
She was exquisite. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and captivating with a carefree innocent wisdom. They were almond shaped with a dreamy quality that made Jake feel cartoonishly dizzy. Her skin was a rich brown and so satiny that Jake had to fight the urge to reach out and caress it. And her mouth. Chocolate fading into the softest raspberry pink pout. Her lips were full, yet her mouth was small like a bow. Jake watched her mouth as she spoke, awestruck by her perfect white teeth, brilliant against the mahogany of her skin. Jake studied her soft, velvety tongue as it danced between her teeth as she spoke. His mind trailed off, imagining what it would be like to rub his cockhead along those beautiful lips. To watch them part as she drew her sweet, wet tongue along its length before engulfing it in that gorgeous little mouth.
"Oh hey there!"