Erica and Monique had been good friends for quite some time. They got acquainted through their respective husbands through a hiking group. The couples would go out for cocktails every now and then. But Erica and Monique grew closer over the years to where they had girls nights just about every Saturday. They were nothing out of the ordinary. Drinks and Netflix binging at one or the other's place while their men utilized their season tickets to a professional baseball or basketball game. Or sometimes just coming by and sitting by the pool and talking when the sun went down and Erica's husband travelled for work, which he did fairly often.
Monique was bisexual and made it no secret. She even made passing jokes about how she'd jump Erica's bones given half the chance. The two would laugh them off just as quickly as they were brought up. While Erica gave little indication of interest, Monique couldn't be blamed for looking. Erica was quite the sexy and vivacious brunette with a delicious set of 36 C cups. Monique was rather attractive herself, a short-ish blonde with a body that could put Jennifer Lawrence to shame.
While Erica's husband was on one of these trips, Monique dropped in while Erica was smoking a joint and watching television.
"What's up, girl? You look stoned!" Monique said with a slight laugh.
"Piss off!" Erica retorted in a joking tone, chuckling as she embraced her friend and closed the door behind her. They made their way to the couch and Eric's handed Monique her joint, grabbing the remote. Monique took a few puffs.
"What are we binging tonight?" Monique asked.
"Schitt's Creek. It's hilarious!" Erica responded.
"I've heard!" Monique said.
As they watched, smoked and chatted about mundane things for an hour or so, Monique brought up family.
"So, how are things with the hubby?" she asked.
