Cynder hated blind dates. She stared into the bay window of the restaurant. She could see her reflection in it and did a quick double check. Her long blond hair was held back in a fashionable ponytail, not that the latest trends had anything to do with it. It was practical as were her light spattering of make-up and the sun dress that she wore. She smiled at her reflection. At thirty-five, few people would guess that this single mother was on her first date since high school, and in some ways her first date ever.
She watched as people bustled along the peer, shopping or dining. The day was perfect. Its late spring warmth brought out the crowds to this popular locale. She glanced nervously at her cell phone on the table next to her. She had one new text message and feared that it was her date cancelling. It was in fact her teenage daughter, telling her that she looked great and was proud of her. She shook her head, a fourteen year old proud of her mother for going on a date.
"You have a lovely smile. It was the first thing I noticed on your profile," the soft purr caressed Cynder's skin and did funny things to her stomach. She looked up into the blue eyes of a stunning woman about her own age. Her profile photograph did not do this woman justice. Her skin shone with a natural Southern California tan. Her platinum blond hair framed her face and fell to below her shoulders. But two things grabbed Cynder's attention, the woman was tall and the five inch heels she wore made her tower over almost everyone in the restaurant and the halter top that she wore strained to hold the largest set of breasts that she had ever seen.
She swallowed and forced her eyes back up to the woman's pretty face. She saw laugh lines creasing the corners of her eyes, "It's all right. You can look. When you pay this much for your tits that's sort of the point."
"I'm sorry," Cynder stammered, even more nervous that she had met the woman who was to be her first foray into this new life.
"Don't be. Like I said, if I wanted to blend in, I'd have kept the B-cup I was born with." She cupped both of her breasts in her hand, pushing them up and together, which was not an easy feat given that they overflowed her small hands. "These babies are my declaration of independence."
Cynder frowned at the words as she played them over and over again in her mind. "So do you mind if I sit down?" asked her companion.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I have totally forgotten my manners," Cynder rose to greet the woman, waving a hand to the vacant booth across from her.
But instead the woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms about her. Cynder felt the heat and surprising softness of those breasts pressed against her. The woman smiled down at her then slowly lowered her head. Her soft pink lips covered Cynder's, moving back and forth slowly. Her tongue teased Cynder's lower lip until she opened just enough for her to sweep inside. Then she pulled back, "I prefer to get the first kiss out of the way at the beginning of the date and not the end. Oh and I don't believe in the three date rule either," she said as she walked over and took the seat across from Cynder.
Cynder returned to her seat in the other booth, "What is the three date rule?" she asked, feeling even more out of step with the times than she had before.
The woman laughed, Jenny laughed, or at least that was the name she used on her profile. Cynder's friend had warned that sometimes people used different names on their profiles. She had thought about doing so too, but she figured that no one would believe that Cinderella really was her name. She cursed her mother once more for her cruel sense of humor.
"The three date rule says that you don't have sex with someone until the third date. Supposedly, you don't want to appear too easy. Slutty. Trashy. But I figure playing the good girl with these things would be false advertising," she studied Cynder for a moment. "But you, sugar, have good girl written all over you."
Cynder studied the menu that the waitress had left earlier while she blushed. Did it really show that much? What was she thinking?
She had married her high school sweetheart, the only man she had ever slept with. She had followed him around the country from one minor league team to another until he finally got his big break in major league baseball. But it had been short lived, a torn ligament in his knee ended his career almost before it had begun. But by then, they had two children so Cynder had started a daycare in their home to help pay the bills while he worked construction. Eventually, he had built her own daycare center.
But they had not been happy. Something had been missing. In the bedroom. Cynder had tried, she knew that her husband would turn most women into mush, but for some reason she just was not attracted to him like that. Eventually, he had convinced her to give swinging a try. It offered him an outlet for his needs without cheating and perhaps she would find something that interested her. She had too, just not what she or they had expected. Other women.
From the moment that another woman approached her at the first party they went too, Cynder had found the sexual spark that she had thought simply did not exist inside of her. Threesomes had become the mainstay of their sex life. Most people might think that her husband would be in male heaven, regularly having two women in his bed. But the truth was that it had ceased to become about him. It was more like he was allowed to watch as his wife had sex with her partner.
Within six months, their marriage was over. Ugly accusations of her being nothing more than a dyke thrown in the heat of an argument. Cynder might have forgiven his lapse, it was likely true after all, but the fact that their children had overheard was unforgivable. So for the past eighteen months, Cynder had remained celibate, perhaps hiding from the painful truth about herself. In fact, it had actually been her daughter and ex-husband who had created the profile on the dating site as her Mother's Day gift. How weird was that, she thought.
"So are you?" the woman purred interrupting Cynder's thoughts.
"Am I what?"
