Two types of people visit gyms before 9 a.m. on Saturdays,
Alexandra thought.
Committed fitness types and types committed to working off the prior night's alcohol.
Alexandra wondered about which category she'd put herself.
Perhaps both.
It was a pleasing hour: free weights and flexibility, no cardio. She watched her form closely, viewing her body through the eyes of a stranger. Was this the impression Kira had of her? A collection of discrete parts barely in sync?
It must be better than that.
There's no way you'd sleep with someone you thought of that way
.
She felt her abdominal muscles burn as she held a plank. Her mind drifted to Sam's hands settling on her back at the party while they kissed, then the same hands flat on her stomach as Sam ate her hungrily in Alexandra's bed.
I want that again
, Alexandra thought.
That tender, delicate way she does things.
Bold and also somehow still shy.
Damn near insatiable.
They'd followed up their lovemaking with a shower quickie before bed and then another hurried hook-up in the morning.
All in all, it had been a busy morning.
A morning with no word from Kira
, Alexandra noted. By the time she returned from the gym, it was nearly ten. The workout and accompanying Gatorade had fought back any threat of a hangover. She was about to start a much-needed shower when her phone buzzed.
Kira:
Hey stranger ;)
Alexandra:
Hey babe, how's Boston?
Kira:
Fuzzy. From both the hangover and the dog hair everywhere. It appears you've got competition in terms of creatures that want to snuggle with me.
Alexandra:
I'd hope I'm a better conversationalist.
Kira:
You also drink your share of the wine. Ash left me a bottle and a little wheel of brie as thanks for dog sitting. Guess what I have none of this morning?
Alexandra:
Well, you've got no girlfriend with you. Don't know about the fate of the cheese and wine.
Kira:
They are every bit as gone as they'd be if you were here, but my head wouldn't hurt and I wouldn't have a Lab sitting on the end of the bed with her best judgey-face on.
Alexandra rubbed her shirt across her sweaty face. The guilty feeling underneath remained. Here she was, a fantasy about her new lover from last night while her girlfriend struggled with a hangover hundreds of miles away.
Well, she did give me permission,
Alexandra rationalized.
Still.
Alexandra:
Aw, well invite me next time and then she can judge us both?
Kira:
:) Maybe, but I don't know what Ash would say about that. She didn't mind the hour or so we spent together before she had to head down to New York.
Alexandra:
I see.
"I see," as in "I can read between the lines. I'm not the only one getting some pussy on the side."
Well, fine
, she thought.
Maybe I'll be able to wash off that guilt with this shower after all.
Kira:
But I hope you got up to some fun of your own last night? You seemed a bit excited for it?
Alexandra exhaled.
Fine. Still getting used to this dynamic.
But she
wants
me doing this.
Sleeping with other women.
Getting more comfortable in my sexuality.
"Becoming a slut," I think we've both called it.
Alexandra:
I did.
Kira:
Well, wait til I'm back tonight and you can tell me all about it?
A pause.
Kira:
And if you want to hear about Ash, I'm happy to talk as well. Don't worry about anything. Let's just say I cannot WAIT to get back to you and that sexy body.
Alexandra:
I like the sound of that. When's your flight land?
Kira:
Same thing as on the way out, whenever there's space on a flight. I'm hoping to squeeze onto the one that lands a few minutes after eight. Will text once I'm sure I'm getting on one.
Alexandra:
I'll keep an eye on my phone ;)
Kira:
And if you happened to send your girlfriend a pic or two of what she's got waiting for her on her return, you might get a nice trade. Even just something sweet and G-rated?
Alexandra:
;) Well...we shall see. Gotta hop in the shower now, sweaty AF from the gym.
Alexandra's phone screen blinked as a photo landed. It was Kira sitting up in bed, topless, a grin on her face and an arm across her chest. Blonde hair streamed over her tanned shoulders, ends grazing the forearm closest to the camera.
Alexandra:
Don't tease...
Kira:
I know, even though they're fake, I thought you might want to see them?
Fuck yes, I do,
thought Alexandra.
But in person, not on some tiny fucking iPhone screen.
Alexandra:
Maybe. Just maybe, you know.
Kira:
Don't tease...
Alexandra grinned at having her phrase turned back on her.
Tease?
Hell yeah, I'll tease,
she thought, flicking her phone to camera mode. She walked to her bedroom --
no trashy bathroom mirror selfies here; only trashy bedroom mirror selfies --
and stood with her back to her mirror, head turned seductively over her right shoulder, hair flipped over her left.
Snap, snap, snap went the phone.
I feel ridiculous doing this
, Alexandra thought.
But she loved it the first time.
She swiped through the resulting photos.
My back actually looks really good.
Pity about the sports bra.
Deep breath, Alexandra.
She peeled off the bra, wincing as it stuck to her body. Next she rolled down the top of her workout pants.
Just a little extra length, show off my back muscles.
Heat began to build between her legs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I am
not
the type of woman who likes taking slutty selfies
. She snapped away, alternating smiles with sultry stares, hand positioned just over her shoulder.
Dammit.
I so am that type.
The more she pressed the button, the more the heat built and the overt sexuality dominated. Alexandra half-turned her torso, legs planted, hand discreetly covering her exposed breast.
There, that'll do
, she thought. She scrolled through the photos, choosing one from each phase: a smiling, over-the-shoulder bra-on shot; a second of her whole naked back, s hungry stare in her eyes; finally, the full curve of her body, topped off with a dose of sideboob.
You fucking whore
. She hit send and waited for a reaction.
It didn't take long.
Kira:
I'll be back tonight. You better be ready. Doesn't matter what you wear. It's not staying on long.
Alexandra:
I'll see you at the airport, babe. Go do your job, Eastern time zone pet sitter, you.
Kira:
And you do yours, phone-watching airport pickup slut ;) I'm gonna blush my way right through the arrivals terminal.
Serves her right for starting something like that