Jessica woke up the next morning with a headache from the wine and feeling a little guilty and dirty about her solo sexual escapades.
She couldn't believe that she had been so nasty. But it was fun and it had felt so good.
But she was a good girl, not someone who looked at porn. Certainly not some freak who fucked herself with produce for God's sake!
When she got to work, she couldn't give it any more thought. She was confronted with a whole mess. An employee who was on a PIP plan, but causing all kinds of problems and drama. She spent the whole day in meetings and mediations trying to resolve the situation and build a case for dismissal. By the time she got home, she was completely exhausted. So she put on her comfy PJs, fixed herself a simple plate of pasta for dinner, and wound up falling asleep on the couch, with a corny romantic comedy playing on the TV.
She got a good night's sleep. Gratefully, her work docket for Friday looked blessedly, easy.
Mid-morning, Abby poked her head in Jessica's office. "Tonight's the night!"
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it!"
"It's gonna be so fun." Abby beamed.
"Yeah." Jessica allowed. "But, I don't know what should I expect?"
"We're just gonna go to the club and have dance and have fun." Abby shrugged.
Jessica felt a little weird admitting that she never really been to a club dancing. Tim hated any kind of crowd and wouldn't be caught dead dancing. She'd had to beg him for months just to get one brief slow dance at their wedding.
"So, like, what kind of place is it?" She asked.
"Club Caliente!" Abby said, as if that explained it. Then, realizing that meant nothing to Jessica, "It's like a Latin themed dance club. They have a bar. They have some food, if you want something. We'll try to get there kind of early. The cover goes up after 10, and then all the college kids start showing up later. We'll just have some drinks and dance and have a great time!"
"Okay, cool." Jessica said, that sounded fun.
"Hey, why don't you come meet us at our house about eight? Mark volunteered to DD. Well, I told him I'd make it worth his while." She grinned. "That way, you don't have to worry and you can have some drinks and relax. We'll drop you off on the way back. Or you can just crash at our place. The kids are staying at Mark's mom's."
"Okay, that sounds great." Jessica said. She liked the idea of being able just to follow Abby and Mark's lead.
Jessica was able to leave work a little early, went by the gym for a good workout and stopped for an iced caramel macchiato, figuring she would need the caffeine for a late night out.
She took a long hot shower, washed her hair and shaved her legs. She paused when she got to the top of her thighs, looking at her pubic hair.
'
What if you meet a cute guy?'
Abby's words echoed in her head. She wouldn't. She wasn't the kind of girl that would let a guy in her pants she'd just met. But she thought about her dress and the cute blue undies Abby bought her.
"All right," she said. Might as well feel as sexy as possible. She shaved off her hair to leave her pussy smooth and bald. Like the women from the porn video. It felt so good when she washed and rinsed the smooth, sensitive skin. She played with herself for a brief minute. Enjoying the extra intense sensation of her newly smooth skin.
She got to Abby's just a little before eight. Mark answered the door. He was wearing dark designer jeans that were slim cut and hugged his quad muscles and a pressed button up shirt and a sport coat.
"Hey, Jess!" He said and drew her into a big hug with a smile. "I'm so glad you're coming with us. It's going to be great. Abby is so excited."
"Yeah, me too."
"Hey, wow, you look great!" He said, stepping back.
"Thanks." Jessica, blushed.
"Abby's still upstairs, getting ready." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "You can go on up or hang out down here with me."
"I'll go say 'hi'." Jessica said.
"Cool. You want me to bring you something to drink? Cocktail? Sparkling water? I was just about to make Abby a gin and soda."
"Um, sure, I'll have one." Jessica said. She'd never had one, but if that's what Abby liked.
"Cool, just upstairs to the left." Mark pointed.
He turned around and walked away. Jessica couldn't help but stare at his butt in the designer jeans. They weren't super tight, but they highlighted his glutes and reminded her of the old Bruce Springsteen album cover her dad had. She'd secretly thought it was really hot as a teenager. She felt guilty ogling Abby's husband and a little jealous, truthfully. Tim
always
wore baggy carpenter jeans from Walmart.
She tentatively walked upstairs and followed the sound of a hair dryer blowing into the master bathroom. Abby was twisting her hair around a brush and blowing it with the dryer, standing in nothing but a pair of sheer white lace panties.
Oh, damn
, Jessica thought, trying not to let the image spin into another dirty fantasy.
"Hey girl!" Abby shouted over the sound of the whirring air. "Oh, looking good! I'm almost ready."
"No rush." Jessica said, looking at Abby's tits in the mirror. She realized she was staring and glanced away, only to find her eyes back on Abby's pert butt. She looked down and locked her eyes on the floor, trying to keep her thoughts tame and not fantasize about her friend's gorgeous body.
Just about then, Mark walked in with two tinkling glasses. "Here you go." He said, handing one to Jessica. He set the other on the counter in front of Abby, placing his hand on her ass, giving it a little squeeze and leaning in to kiss her neck. Abby leaned back into it and let him embrace her for just a second. Then she nudged him with her elbow and said "Hey, I'm trying to do my hair,
Mark
." With a big smirk.
"Okay, okay." Mark said, but he didn't take his eyes off of her as he walked out of the room, sparing a brief glance at Jessica with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
Jessica felt... she didn't know.
Cool.
That was it. She felt cool being here, getting to see these two sexy people interact. People who were in love and had the hots for each other after over a decade together. Who were about to go out dancing and having fun together.
That's what I want
, she thought.
Abbey finished with her hair and slipped on her dress. With her hair and makeup all done, she looked even better than she had the other night. She led Jessica down the stairs and paused at the bottom. "Hey, Mark. Come get a picture of us." She shouted,
"Wow, ladies, wow!" Mark gushed when he saw them. "I get to walk in the club with the two of you? Everybody's going to be looking at me like: 'Who the fuck is that guy?'"
"No, they're gonna be like: 'Damn, look at that cool, handsome man. No wonder he's with those two hotties.''" Abby said, kissing him on the cheek and handing him her phone.
She directed Jessica into the pose she wanted, standing on the stairs, holding the railing. Abby got next to her and posed too. "Okay," she told Mark and He snapped a bunch of pictures from different angles.
They piled into Mark's SUV. Abby insisted on Jessica taking shotgun and she sat in the back in the middle and leaned forward, chatting excitedly the whole drive to the club, It took them about a half hour from their suburban town into the city.
Mark pulled into the valet line. Jessica felt like a celebrity. She couldn't remember Tim ever taking her somewhere with a valet. She'd been to a few work functions at fancy places, but nowhere like this. The crowd outside the door were all dressed in hot, glittering dresses, suits, designer clothes. The crowd looked so cool and attractive. Jessica felt self-conscious. There was no way she fit in with these people.
"Good evening, ladies." The valet said with a big smile and a admiring glance. "Welcome to Caliente."
"Thank you." Abby said offering her hand to let the valet help her out of the car.
Jessica hopped out and closed her own door behind her, suddenly feeling nervous.
Mark handed the valet the keys.
"Follow me." Abby said, instead of walking to the back of the line by the door, she marched straight up to the doorman with confidence. "Hi." She said.
The doorman looked her and Jessica up and down and opened the rope to let them through. Abby paused just inside. "He's with me," she said, ushering Mark through. The doorman gave a nod and Mark pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it to the doorman.
Jessica felt embarrassed and looked at all the people standing in line, hoping they weren't upset. She saw that they were all staring, but not with annoyance. With something like admiration. A group of three guys, standing together, all met her eyes and conspicuously looked her up and down with big smiles. Jessica blushed and turned to follow Abby into the club.
"I'm gonna get a drink." Abby announced, once they were inside. "Do you want anything?"
"Bitters and soda for me." Mark said.
"I'll have what you're having." Jessica said, not having the first clue what to order in a place like this.
Abby came back in a couple minutes balancing three glasses. She handed one to Mark and then one to Jessica. It was a tall glass, fizzing with lime and something green floating in it.
"It's their specialty Mojito." Abby said, excitedly.
"Oh," Jessica grinned and took a sip. It was fantastic, sweet, minty, refreshing. It didn't taste like alcohol at all.it. She was thirsty, so she took some big sips.
"Ooh, there's our friends." Abby said, pointing to a table just off to the side of the dance floor. "Hey!" She waved. There were seven people sitting or standing around the table, three couples and a tall, handsome man with dark eyes and a stylish, trimmed, stubble-length beard.
Abby introduced Jessica to all her friends: Laura And Nick, Kiki and Robbie.
"It's Kim, actually." Kiki said, giving Jessica a hug.
"Maybe for now." Abby, sing-songed. "Couple more drinks and Kiki will come out!"
Kim rolled her eyes playfully "Maybe."
The last couple was Rob and Steph and lastly was the odd man out. Abby introduced him as Mark's friend: Aaron.
"Hi, nice to meet you." He said, in a smooth deep voice, drawing Jessica in for a hug and kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Abby's told me so much about you." He said, with a broad, handsome smile.
"Really?" Jessica blushed.
She shot a look at Abby, who smiled back, looking extremely pleased with herself.
