It had been nearly a month since Dawn had taken the long bus ride from Orlando, Florida to Beloit, Wisconsin. She, with the assistance of her mother, had annulled her marriage to Matt. She came out of her room to eat, but not much more. She was hurt both physically and emotionally. Beyond that, she felt more than her share of guilt. She had truly loved Matt. However, the thought of enduring sexual activity with a penis that was far too large for her mouth or vagina was more than she could take.
Not only did she insist that her parents not allow Matt into the home, she also refused to take his phone calls. In fact she would not take calls from anybody. She hardly spoke even to her mother. Finally, her mother confronted her with the sad truth that she would have to get out of the house and do something, or she would risk needing medication. She was headed down the road from disappointment to depression. Dawn knew her mother was right. In fact she was afraid she might already need some professional help.
"Why don't you call your maid of honor, what was her name, Cindy?" Mrs. Armstrong said to Dawn. "She seemed like such a nice girl, maybe it would help if you talked to her! You know she has called for you nearly every night for two weeks."
"Nice girl" was not a term that most of her friends would have used for Cindy. Sure she was "nice;" but a more accurate term would have been "wild woman." Cindy was a 5'8" tall redhead with "legs that never ended" and a "body that did not stop." At least that was how the guys had described Cindy. She had been Dawn's roommate in college, and was the complete opposite of Dawn. Yet somehow they became, and remained, friends through college. Cindy's constant stream of broken hearts and bruised ego had on more than one occasion allowed Dawn ample evidence on why waiting until she was married for sex was the "right thing" to do. Still at the same time, Cindy's accounts of her sexual escapades had allowed Dawn to live vicariously through Cindy's tails of her various sexual exploits.
Dawn had worked hard to maintain her virginity until her wedding night. This "work" not only included shutting guys down before they went "too far" but also "taking care" of business herself to release her sexual tensions. She had, on more than one occasion, masturbated to climax in the dark, under the covers, while thinking about Cindy's torrid adventures. She recalled wondering what it must have felt like to have a man's "thing" in her pussy, or a tongue licking her clit.
"Maybe you are right, mom. Maybe it would be good for me to talk to Cindy." Dawn said with a wry smile.
Dawn called Cindy. She was surprised to learn that Matt had already contacted Cindy and cried on her shoulders. He had begged Cindy to contact her and intercede on his behalf. Dawn realized that her choice not to take anybody's calls until she was ready was the right thing to do. She had reasoned that since all her friends had been to the wedding, anybody who called her at her parent's home would have to know that she and Matt had separated.
"Look, let's not do this over the phone." Cindy insisted. "You need to get out, and I know what we need to do."
Cindy drove up in her dad's black Jaguar S-type at exactly 9 PM. While Cindy did not live at home, she had her dad wrapped around her little finger. Somehow she was always able to talk her father into the use of the Jag for her Friday night escapades. They headed north up the interstate to Janesville. Soon Dawn and Cindy were at the Back Bar. The band was better than usual and there was a steady stream of guys buying them beers and hitting on them.
"I'm sorry Cindy; I am just not in the mood to deal with some guy who turns out to be a jerk. You know these guys are just out for a piece of ass. My one and only fuck hurt like hell and was over in less than 3 minutes!" Dawn sighed, surprised yet somehow impressed by her vulgarity.
"OK, I understand. Let's get out of here!" Cindy chirped. "I know exactly what you need!"
Once again the Jaguar lurched out into the night. They stopped by a liquor store and picked up some rum before ending up at Cindy's small apartment.
"I'm not drunk, but I've had too much to drive all the way to Beloit and back." confessed Cindy. "Why don't you stay here tonight?"
"Oh, that would be just like old times!" Dawn smiled.
"It will be better than old times!" Cindy winked and flashed a wry smile.
Dawn thought nothing of the comment as she agreed to stay.
Cindy made them rum and cokes. She carefully selects her favorite soft romantic music and lit a few candles. She then left the room and returned shortly with a gray tee-shirt.
"Here is something more comfortable to wear!" Cindy said as she tossed the gray tee, emblazoned with Bucky the Badger to Dawn. "Fuck-em Bucky" was printed under the mascot which was boldly thrusting out a middle finger. "This seems like the right shirt for you!"
Within seconds both women were ready for bed, clad only in tee-shirts and panties.
