Christina turned sideways in the mirror, admiring her new outfit. Her silver mini-dress highlighted the slender legs reflecting back. She figured she must look at least as good as other women her age. God, it had been so long since she went out into the world as a single woman. Over 15 years to be exact.
She'd recently divorced her high school sweetheart. They'd grown apart in their twenties and spent another couple painful years trying to push through the separation before eventually setting themselves free of each other.
It had been at least a year since Christina had been in the nude with another person in the room, much less been touched. During the divorce her sexuality waned alongside the depression, but thankfully she got back into her weightlifting routine and the fire inside her was burning... distractingly bright.
Christina envisioned her boss asking her to stay late, pulling her into his office, and slipping his fingers up her skirt.
She pictured the (way too young) Starbucks barista following her to her car with her forgotten credit card and grabbing her breast through the driver's seat window. Leaving back to his post with a smile and a wink.
Her thoughts were haunted by the men at Crossfit. All of them. They'd come to her house after a particularly intense workout and take turns on her. Spreading her apart and diving in deep, one right after the other.
Tonight she wanted- needed- to blow off some steam. Or surely she was bound to start Freudian slipping her way into a career meltdown.
In an effort to get what she needed, Christina now walked with a fevered intensity in strappy pumps towards the nicest bar she could find near her Boston apartment. She'd invited along the perfect set of wing-women, sexy, but married, to join her.
Searching through the dimly-lit tables, Christina saw Rachel, Serene, Gabby, and Erich. Erich. Gabby knew this night was women-only! Erich was going to complicate the matter. How were they going to collectively pull the attention of all the men at the bar with another dude at the table? They were trying to have a baby. Clearly not the energy Christina was needing on a night like tonight.
She'd just have to lean on the other ladies. Maybe Gabby and Erich would leave soon. _____
Time had passed, but none of them had any clue how much. Shots were poured, drank, and followed by cocktail orders, on repeat, for hour after hour. And Christina was feeling it.
After 4 drinks Rachel felt sick and went home. Serene teamed up with Christina to get a couple of rounds of free drinks. They were really pulling off their duet. Serene with dark skin and a gold dress. Christina in silver with cream-color skin. But, much to Christina's disapproval, ran into an old college friend who quickly took over the conversations and led her hunt astray.
But that was two hours ago, and Christina was surprised to be enjoying the company of Erich, along with Gabby. They'd thankfully stopped discussing baby names and were back to cracking stupid jokes and teasing dudes around the bar. Just like the old days.
If she was honest with herself, Christina had always had a little crush on Erich. He was just so tall. Slightly curled sandy hair and eyes you wanted to melt into. They'd all gone to the beach together when she was still with her ex and Christina vividly remembered what he had to offer under his button down. Plus Gabby had once revealed on a drunken night that Erich was packing plenty in his shorts too. Plenty.
Of course, Gabby deserved him. She was slender. Effortlessly beautiful, with perfect long auburn waves. Christina had wondered on more than one occasion if she was bisexual after spending time with Gabby, but pushed it aside. It was probably just a normal 'college lesbian' fantasy making its appearances a little late.
But tonight felt a different. Gabby was leaning into Christina. Touching her forearms and her hair. Complimenting her body in her dress. Talking about how excited she was for Christina to be single again. All while Erich sat aside her, leaning back in his chair with a quiet smirk.
Another shot of tequila was ordered and Gabby asked for a plate of salt along with extra limes.
"Wait, wait! I have an idea! Erich used to do this to me all the time when we were first dating!"
Without another word, Gabby leaned over Christina's lap, placing a hand high on her thigh, and licked long across Christina's collarbone. "Wait!", she said, laughing at Christina's shocked expression.
Gabby took a sprinkle of salt and applied it to the saliva on Christina's neck.
"Ok, ready? ...Cheers!", she said, and leaned in again to lick the salt off Christina's neck, shoot her tequila, and squeeze the lime into her mouth.
