Author's note: Some of you may recognize this story once posted under Thesandman by a different title. I decided to repost it after having reworked it as a favor to a very special friend (Rania) So here is the reworked version now entitled:
Z is for Zorro
It was Saturday morning and Shirley sat at her kitchen table pouring over a pile of vacation brochures. She glanced up at her kitchen clock and noted the time. "Darlene should be here anytime now," she said to herself.
She and Darlene had been best friends ever since their college days when they shared a dorm together. They'd each been one another's bridesmaids at their weddings, and now twenty-five years later they were more than simply friends, they were sisters. At least that's the way they felt about one another anyway. And in fact, they looked enough alike to have often passed for sisters.
They had what most people called dirty blonde hair coloring, though Darlene wore hers slightly longer, just to the shoulder, as opposed to how Shirley wore hers just barely below the earlobe. During college, they had even referred to themselves as the "Dirty Blondes" though they kept that private little joke to themselves. Shirley stood about 5'5" in height, with Darlene perhaps an inch taller, if that. They even had matching appendectomy scars though Shirley's had been removed when she had been a child, and Darlene's during her first year of college. Even so, it gave them one more additional bond between them, something they often delighted in sharing with their mutual friends.
About the only real difference aside from Darlene's blue eyes, and Shirley's hazel eye coloring which was more blue than green actually, was her breast size. She was a good full cup larger in the chest than Darlene was, a point which Darlene had complained about whenever they went to parties or nightclubs together during their college days. Now however, it made little if any difference since they'd both married and didn't actively seek out men's attentions.
The smell of the homemade cinnamon rolls that Shirley had gotten up early enough to make so as to be ready by the time Darlene arrived reminded her they were nearly done and that she'd better check on them.
Putting on her oven mitts, she'd just pulled the tray from the oven when she heard Darlene's voice as she came into the kitchen. "Hmmm, smells good!"
Like sisters, neither one of them ever knocked whenever they'd gone over to visit one another, always coming through the backdoor. If they were visiting with their husbands, then they did of course, but even those times were few and far between. Shirley's husband Brad and Darlene's husband Bob had little if anything in common with one another, which was one of the reasons that Darlene was coming over this morning. They'd both been excited to start planning their annual 'get-away' trip together, which excluded either one of their husbands.
"Sorry I'm late." Darlene added. "Bob woke up horny this morning," she said simply. Shirley put the tray containing the freshly baked rolls on top of the stove to cool and laughed.
"You're not THAT late. Another one of those 'Wham-bam, thank you mam's?' She asked.
This too had been an ongoing topic of conversation between them. After the first year of marriage, Darlene had begun complaining that the 'whirl-wind' sex she and Bob had enjoyed together had suddenly gone down hill. Now it was once a week if she was lucky, always on the weekends, never during the week. To make matters worse, it always consisted of five minutes or less of foreplay, which generally consisted of a few quick sucks on each nipple, a stick of the finger inside her pussy to ensure she was wet...which wasn't always the case, and then a furious two minutes of fucking. Needless to say, Darlene never enjoyed an orgasm this way and had often retreated into the bathroom afterwards to finish getting herself off with her fingers.
Shirley's situation was even worse, though Brad's was primarily due to medical reasons. He simply no longer had much, if any of a sex drive. And though both Shirley and Darlene loved their husbands, it was a constant topic of conversation that they expressed regrets over as well as their mutual frustrations.
"Still horny then? Or did you manage to get off at least?" Shirley asked. Like sisters, there was very little they couldn't discuss with one another, and had often done so openly.
Now it was Darlene's turn to laugh. "I'd have been a whole lot later if I'd stayed to do that," she told her. "By the way...is Brad here?" She asked lowering her voice.
"No...he's already out on the golf course with his buddies. Why?"
"Cause I have the perfect place to tell you about for our vacation." Darlene said excitedly, pushing the pile of brochures that Shirley had carefully laid out on the table for them to look at off to one side.
"Hey!" Shirley chided her friend. "Now you've mixed them all up!"
Darlene quickly took a few sheets of folded papers out of her purse and placed them on top of the table. "I printed these off the Internet," she told Shirley. "I was browsing some possible vacation locations when I stumbled across a link that said something about Sensual Adventure vacation spots."
"You've got to be kidding!" Shirley said pouring them each a fresh hot cup of coffee and then sitting down at the table and immediately pulling the small printed stack of papers over towards her.
"Every year you and I go through this little exercise, and every year we end up doing pretty much the same old thing. And...like every year we always talk about how 'next year' we need to find someplace really exciting to go to. Well this time I found it!"
"Oh come on," Shirley said as she scanned over the first page. "A dude ranch? You can't be serious, and in Wyoming no less? Good hell Darlene, why don't we just pitch a tent or rent a cabin and visit Yellowstone if you want to see Wyoming so bad. At least we can find something to do there. But a dude ranch?"
"It's not exactly a 'dude-ranch' Shirley. Yes, there will be real-live cowboys there for sure, but if you'd read a little further on, you'll see it's a vacation spot for 'women' only!"
That did get Shirley's attention as she glanced down to where Darlene was pointing it out to her. "Ok, I admit that's kind of interesting, but truth is Darlene, I still don't have any desire to learn how to rope cattle or sleep outside under the stars and eat beans and franks for dinner. That's not my idea of a good time."
"It's not THAT kind of a ranch." Darlene exclaimed, grinning wickedly. "Look at the second page, it talks about the kinds of 'activities' this particular ranch specializes in.
Shirley quickly turned the page over and began reading down through the list of activities. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she read. "You're right Darlene, this isn't no cowboy ranch at all, it's a fucking brothel for women instead of men!" She announced. "You really MUST be horny!" She pushed the rest of the papers back across the table towards her friend. "Ok, now that you've had your little fun, lets see what we can find here so we can get serious about finding a place to vacation this year."
Shirley heard the silence and looked up at Darlene expectantly. To her surprise she saw a hurt look in her friends eyes when she did.
"I WAS being serious." Darlene said honestly. "Come on Shirl...." Darlene said using the nickname she'd given her back in college, something she'd always called her friend whenever she wanted her to go along with something even though Shirley always thought it sounded like a bad idea.
"Ah oh. You really ARE serious aren't you?"
"Just look at what I printed out for you," she pleaded. "Think about it Shirl...this year we really can go someplace new and exciting, and who knows? Maybe we'll enjoy it so much that we'll end up going back there every year!"
