I knew she had a boyfriend now, though that only added to the challenge. My current girlfriend and I were swingers, and I'd been trying to convince her to have sex with me again for years since I'd last picked her up in a bar, a long time ago when she was younger and single. This weekend I had a plan. I'd booked a small cabin in the woods--a weakness of hers--and knew I could convince her, with enough time and the right persuasion, to be more...open minded. I stocked the fridge with wine and hearty breakfast food, stashed a few toys I thought we might enjoy in the bedroom, and went outside to chop wood for the fire. Checked the time. Game on.
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She made her way up to the empty condo. Her boyfriend was out of town for work, and it had been a long day. Her feet ached, her stomach growled. She was sweaty from a hard workout--thoughts of quitting her job still plagued her, and she pondered if she should take a class, take a new job, make a change.
She walked in, tossed her keys on the kitchen island, gave the cat a head scratch and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Her phone beeped.
"Miss you baby. Long night ahead. Sleep well."
She took a moment, then replied a bit absently. "Miss you too. Love you."
She put her phone aside and heated up some soup, thinking of settling in with her soup, wine and a good book. As an afterthought, she hit the button for her living room speakers and picked a random, relaxed playlist.
Her phone beeped again.
"Staying in the mountains this weekend....why don't you come up here and keep me company?"
Intrigued, she checked the name she hadn't seen in a while. Well, she thought. That was interesting, and pretty direct. Best to ignore?
She took a sip of wine, curled up in a chair. Contemplated.
"Thanks for the invitation. I'm busy this weekend, and no longer single, but I hope you're doing well."
Lame, she thought, but true. She hit send, kicked off her shoes, and picked up the warm bowl of soup. Her phone buzzed.
"Too bad...I really miss fucking you."
