Somehow, sex was already on Nicole's mind as she began the drive 90 minutes south to Baltimore. It had been a hell of a day, getting her kid's to school, work piling onto her plate, and of course David being as unhelpful as possible. Despite all of this on her mind, and for no reason she could discern, she kept getting those old familiar butterflies in her lower belly. After merging onto the highway, she put her hand between her legs and pressed down, as if she could squash this urge in one push. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she thought. But then her phone, ever helpful, delivered part of the answer: she got a notification from her cycle app that she was ovulating.
At this, she let in a deep sigh. There was little chance in her getting pregnant, because for that, she'd need to have sex. And how long had it been? 4 weeks? 6? She honestly couldn't remember. Not that David could do the deed anyway, as he had gotten snipped shortly after their second was born, unbeknownst to Nicole. This was really the beginning of the end of their sex life, and it wasn't so much the decision he made, it was that he made it without her.
And god, it's not like the sex was ever good. David was not a tall man, average height, and thin. When he was younger, he had a sort of rocker hotness to him, but now, in his late 30s, his hairline receding and his belly softening, he just looked a twerp, with a mediocre prick to boot. At the thought of his little pecker, she remembered the last time they had sex; two months ago, she hadn't been in the mood, but he did his usual move, rubbing against her as she lay on her side. Relenting, she let him in, and he made his little pumps into her mostly dry pussy for a few minutes, before dribbling out his fruitless seed into her. It was boring and uncomfortable but it was over in like 3 minutes.
She really didn't enjoy sex with him anymore, and she'd refused him since. He had long treated her as less-than, under the guise of liberal empowerment, encouraged her to advance her career, only to find himself jealous and vindictive when she was the clear breadwinner. No doubt, she was cold to him, but inside she was burning up, and that colored their whole relationship. But she also "spent too much money," and she "coddled the kids too much," and she "never gave him sex" and...
As if on cue, she got a text from David:
"U'll be back by 12p right?"
Nicole sneered to noone in particular. What a fucking jerk. She gets one night to visit her friend and have some fun at a concert and he couldn't let her sleep in, couldnt have one full day with the kids by himself, couldn't even wait until she got their to bother her. Fuck him. She decided then and there she wouldn't be in contact with him that night.
Tonight was going to be her night, a chill ass reggae show in the city with her college friend Laura. She started streaming her reggae dub channel and started to think of those days in college, the days she was free and found fun at every turn. Her and Laura, out on the town.
There was that time at the club, what was it, 15 years ago? 20? Her sophomore year of college, when the local hip hop artist Bizzness and his whole entourage stepped up to her and Laura's table and ordered a bottle of Krystal. Before long they were doing blow, (not Nicole of course), and doing shots off each other's bellies.
Nicole felt all the butterflies in her belly again as she remembered, almost in slow motion, dancing between two of the guys, sandwiched with one guy grinding on her front, and one up against her ass. The guy in the front was named Tre and she never got the other guy's name, but what she did know about the other guy was that his cock was enormous, it felt like a forearm, rubbing up and down her ass, even as Tre's thick cock ground against her pussy. They danced like that for hours, and looking back, Nicole wasn't sure she didn't cum from this, right on the dance floor. But that was as far as it went, because that was Nicole, the good girl, with the good grades, who danced near the flame but never caught fire. She found out later that Laura was fucking Bizness in the bathroom.
Again Nicole sighed. Could she still attract hot guys like that? She wasn't tall, she was petite, but still had the body of hot little thing, right? She surveyed her face in the rearview: she looked good for her age, but she certainly didn't look 20 years old anymore. She had the highlights and brown hair she always had, her piercing green eyes still twinkled, and while her pale skin was still firm and taught. She had always had small breasts, but they were perky, with dark red nipples that contrasted starkly against her white skin. And since giving birth she had committed to working out, and had a toned, flat stomach, and a tight little ass that never lost it's shape. Maybe tonight she'd flash a little skin and dance to impress.
***
Laura and Nicole got ready for the show like they hadn't skipped a beat in 20 years. They laughed and drank and told stories. While Nicole had married David a year after school, Laura was a confirmed bachelorette, living a polyamorous lifestyle with lots of men her body count. On more than one occasion, Nicole had stalked laura's social media, vicariously enjoying the freedom and joys of being single, thinking just how much she wanted to play the field, meet new men, feel new things. Nicole had only been with 4 guys, and only David in the last 15 years. His 5 and a half inches became a joke for her and Laura, as the latter regaled her friend with tales of big, black cocks.
"This guy," Laura said, pointing to a picture of a tall, black man in a suit with his arm around her "Is a med student at Johns Hopkins, and let me tell you, I would fake an illness every day for him to take care of me every night!"
Nicole laughed "Wait, med STUDENT?? How old was this guy?"
"24 or 25 I think," Laura said, "He definitely fucks like he's 24 or 25." They laughed as they held curlers in their hair and sipped white wine.
Just then, Nicole's phone showed a text, of course it was David, bitching about something the kids were doing, and she grimaced.
"Listen Nicole, tonight is for you. You're a great mom, god knows you do more for David than he deserves. Can we just have fun tonight?" Nicole pondered for a second then opened a drawer on the vanity and put her phone in, before slamming it closed. She looked up at her friend, and they giggled like school girls.
These two white women in their late 30s were very overdressed for a reggae show. Nicole in a shimmery, shoestring top dress that clung to her slender little figure, and cut off just half an inch below the bottom of her tight ass, and Laura, the more voluptuous of the two, sporting a black spandex number that cut down the middle such that the underside of her ample bosom was always in view. Walking into the venue, they found a place to stand a few rows back. Before long the crowd filled in tightly behind them, lights went down and the band started, and it was hot, literally and figuratively.
The girls danced together to the slow, Jamaican beats. Soon there was a guy dancing next to Laura, a tall handsome black man with sunglasses on. He lit up a spliff and handed it to Laura, who then passed it in Nicole's direction with her eyebrows raised, to ask if she was in. She was. Nicole pinched the joint and took a massive pull before coughing and laughing with her friend, doubled over laughing as they danced, and song blared around them. Now things were really cooking. Laura and Nicole danced, bobbing with the backbeats, laughing and sweating. Before long their new friend was dancing with Laura and Nicole couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Ever the bride, never the bridesmaid.
Nicole soon found she was VERY high. Not in the paranoid, introverted way she had experienced at other times, but just surrounded by a velvety warmth and an organic feeling of joy that found its way into a persistent smile across her face. She was having a blast.The band finished an uptempo number with a blast of horns, and the two women and all the crowd hollered and clapped with appreciation. Then they went into a slow, romantic tune, with the stage lights turning from reds to blues, still with that sweet, island back beat. The singer was sincere and maybe hot?Nicole looked over to see Laura and her new friend now embracing, with him standing close behind her with his arms wrapped around her, his head resting on her shoulder as they swayed.
Nicole looked at them for what felt like a long second, before casting her gaze back at the stage. That was Laura, she loved to have a good time. Nicole found herself grimacing a moment in yearning, but remembered, she was just there for what she was doing, to dance, and party and...
Just then she felt warm touch on both of her arms. She looked to find thick dark fingers slowly wrapping around each bicep. She turned her face to see a beautiful black man, with a smile so broad and white, she instinctively smiled back. His touch was light, as if asking permission, and she found her body swaying in time with the music and his hands. Before long, they were dancing.
