Naomi looked out the bay window of her living room at the steady rain that fell outside. "Shit," she said to nobody in particular, "it's still raining." On a clear day the window provided a stunning view of Mount Rainier in all its glory, rising up behind the Puget Sound, but when the clouds rolled in, as they frequently do in the Pacific Northwest, it was as if the majestic peak was not even there.
It's not like she had anything to do today, except drive to the airport, but she really hated flying when there was 'weather.' She had booked herself on the red-eye since she was flying back East to New York for a 'girls weekend' her old college friend Sarah Lynch. Her flight wasn't scheduled to leave for several hours, but she hoped that it would at least stop raining before her departure.
Naomi Silverstein lived on an island off the coast of Seattle which was only accessible by ferry boat, so any trip to the 'mainland' required a bit of planning. Her flight wasn't until 9:38 PM, which meant she had to be at the airport by 7:30 PM, so the 6:15 PM ferry was her target.
She loved living on the island because it provided her with the best of both worlds. The island community was really laid back and fit her personality and lifestyle perfectly. However, the proximity to a major city like Seattle provided the career opportunities and salary level she required to keep her beautiful waterfront home and to travel whenever she desired.
Naomi checked her Apple Watch as she headed to the laundry room to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. "When will you learn not to procrastinate," she scolded herself, noting that it was already four o'clock and she hadn't even showered yet. At least she packed the night before, but the clothes she wanted to wear on the flight were just put in the dryer.
She scanned the laundry room for her ever-present goblet of Riesling but did not see it on the shelf next to the washer. Naomi back-tracked her steps, through the living room, and kitchen, until she found it on the sink in the downstairs bathroom. "I swear you'd lose your head if it weren't attached," she admonished herself, repeating the often used words of her college roommate.
Naomi grabbed the goblet from the bathroom and stopped in the kitchen to top it off, before heading upstairs to her bedroom. She decided that her clothes would be dried by the time she finished her shower, and then she could dress and leave for the airport with plenty of time to spare.
She took a large sip from the wine glass and set it on the granite vanity, making a mental note to remember where it was this time. She opened the clear glass shower door and started the water running, to let it warm up while she undressed.
"Forty fucking years, can you believe it?" she asked her reflection in the bathroom mirror, discussing the purpose of this particular trip back East. Actually, it was time for her quarterly 'girls weekend' with Sarah, and they agreed that their college reunion would be a perfect excuse to get together. This trip was a little different though because Sarah was bringing her 23-year old daughter Michelle along with her.
Naomi pulled the orange sweatshirt with the large navy blue 'S' on the front over her head and wiggled out of the flannel pajama pants she was wearing. Turning to the left and right, she surveyed her naked form and was pretty pleased with how it's held up over the past four decades.
Sure there was a tad more girth to her waist, and maybe a hint of cellulite on her butt cheeks, but her tits seemed to hold up well to forty years of gravity, and she was genuinely pleased with her body. She flicked the topaz belly ring the hung from her navel and giggled at the memory of when she and Sarah got matching piercings when they met for 'girls weekend' in New Orleans. She continued to assess lower when the sheen of a single grey hair caught her eye, nestled within the neatly trimmed, dark brown patch of above her clit. "Oh that shit just won't do," she said to herself, as she grabbed the shaving gel and razor and stepped into the steamy shower.
As Naomi cleaned and caressed her body under the delightfully hot spray of the shower, she found herself getting more excited about seeing her best friend, and her thoughts traveled back to when they first met.
Sarah and Naomi were freshman roommates at Syracuse University back in 1979, Naomi from upscale Westchester, New York, and Sarah from the small town of New Hartford, outside of Utica, New York. While they came from different backgrounds and were in different programs, the two became fast friends and wound up living together all four years until graduation.
Sarah was the taller of the two at 5' 2", where Naomi was just a hair over 5 foot. And boy did she have hair! Her auburn ringlets cascaded down around her cherub face almost to her waist, ending just above the rounded globes of her full ass. Naomi was the bustier of the two, carrying two huge D cup breasts on her small frame, where Sarah's were a modest C cup.
Sarah was the athlete of the pair, having played softball and volleyball in high school, and she also captained the swim team. Her body was lean and tight, where Naomi was all curls and soft curves. Due to her athletics, Sarah usually wore her straight brown hair in a ponytail, many times pulled through the back of her favorite New York Yankees ballcap.
It wasn't until the first semester of sophomore year that their friendship escalated into something more. Naomi came back from Thanksgiving break distraught because her hometown boyfriend had broken up with her. They had dated all the way through high school together, were in the same temple youth group, and even had their Bar and Bat Mitzvahs on the same date. Naomi was sure they'd stay together, even though he was in a pre-med program at Johns Hopkins, and that someday they would live happily ever after as Dr. and Mrs. Joshua Moskowitz.
Sarah was there not only to console her friend and roommate but to also make sure she didn't fail out. Naomi's funk and depression had her missing classes and blowing off assignments, but it was Sarah's efforts and encouragement that pulled her through finals week. Naomi wound up passing all of her classes, some by the skin of her teeth and managed a 2.75 cumulative average.
After their last final, the two pooled their money together and bought 3 bottles of cheap wine and two large Stouffers Mac & Cheese microwave dinners to celebrate. After they ate, they sat together on the love seat that barely fit between their two twin beds in the tiny dorm room, deciding to put off packing for the Christmas holiday until the morning.
"To my own personal superhero," offered Naomi, as she raised her red Solo cup full of grocery store Merlot toward her dear friend and roommate.
"You did all the work," replied Sarah, while tapping the rim of her Solo cup to Naomi's, "All I did was drag your lazy ass out of bed!"
