Nancy was late. It had been a week since Alicia had met her on the beach and made love to her, right there out in the open, and they hadn't seen each other since. They talked on the phone and e-mailed each other daily, though, and tonight Alicia and Nancy were going to see each other for the first time since their first meeting. Alicia glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, watching the second hand creep along on its endless, circular journey. Seven-thirty had come and gone, and now it was getting close to eight. Darkness had settled in, and Alicia was beginning to worry that Nancy wasn't going to show up, after all. Maybe she was having second thoughts about the whole thing, Alicia thought to herself.
She tried Nancy's cell phone number again and got the same message. "The cellular subscriber you are trying to reach is not available or is out of the service area. Please try your call again later." Fuck! She couldn't even leave her a message. Alicia was starting to get angry as well as worried now. At least she could have called or e-mailed some excuse if she didn't want to meet again, she thought to herself. Just then, her doorbell rang.
Alicia ran to answer it, and there was Nancy standing in the doorway, smiling embarrassedly, looking even better than Alicia had remembered. Her long, dark-brown hair was flowing freely down her back and around her shoulders. She was wearing a black, strapless mini tube-dress and black sling back high heels, a black choker with a delicate cameo, and not much else that Alicia could see. Nancy was stunning as she stood there in the glow of the porch light, and Alicia felt the yearnings of a week ago stirring up inside of her again.
"Oh, my god, Alicia baby I am so sorry I'm late!," Nancy exclaimed as she gave Alicia a big hug. "There was a huge fucking accident on the 405 coming over Sepulveda Pass, and traffic was already fucked up beyond belief, and on top of all that I forgot my fucking cell phone so I couldn't even call you. I hope you didn't worry too much."
Alicia laughed, relieved that Nancy had arrived safely, and said "There's always a huge fucking accident on the Sepulveda Pass, the whole goddam 405 is just a giant accident waiting to happen. Thank God you made it in one piece."
"Next time I'll leave work early and get down her sooner, I promise," Nancy said, frustration in her voice.
"Next time I'll come to your place. I mean, how bad can it be?," Alicia asked facetiously.
"Pretty fucking bad, I can tell you. You can tell how stressed I am by how many times I say 'fuck' in a sentence."
Taking her hand, Alicia led Nancy in to the small, cozy living room, and said, "Well, you're here now, and you're OK, so let's start de-stressing."
"Well, a drink would sure help with that," Nancy said as she headed toward the overstuffed sofa.
"Coming right up, sweetie," Alicia said, giving her a little peck on the cheek.
Nancy, who was fully aware that she was being admired, played to Alicia as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs provocatively, the hem of her mini-dress riding up to the top of her thighs. She smiled at Alicia seductively as she looked her up and down, taking in Alicia's hot little white satin micro-mini dress, with its plunging neckline and tiny spaghetti straps. Nancy began to feel a tingling between her legs as she anticipated what the night would bring.
Returning to the kitchen, Alicia quickly poured and mixed the refreshments, and soon appeared back in the living room with two large tumblers filled with reddish-pink liquid over ice. She handed one to Nancy, then sat down beside her.
"I made Cape Cods. Cranberry juice and Absolut on the rocks. Hope you like itβit's one of my favorites."
"Love Cape Cods, and Absolut is my favorite vodka," Nancy exclaimed with delight as she took the drink from Alicia. "I can tell we are going to get along just fabulously." She raised her glass to Alicia's, and said, "To new friendships and new adventures."
Alicia raised her glass to meet Nancy's, and said, "I second that."
The two clinked their glasses together, then began to drink their cocktails. Each woman was mesmerized by the other's beauty, and both felt a different kind of thirst developing that could not be easily quenched. As they drank, they made small talk, feeling the building sexual tension between them.
Before long they had both finished their beverages, and as Alicia stood up to take the tumblers back to the kitchen, she asked, "Would you like another one, or would you like to have dinner now?"