Authors Note: This is my nude day submission for this year. I hope you enjoy it, though it is not in one of my usual categories. Thank you very much to Veekay, whose help I would be lost without. I very much appreciate your proofreading/editing skills.
"My husband's idea of foreplay is coming out of the bathroom after his shower, shaking his cock at me and saying, "How 'bout it babe," Roxanne laughed. "I swear that man would be happier if clothes had never been invented, he has his party piece out and proud at any opportunity." Her friends were all laughing hysterically at this point.
"His party piece!" Elaine exclaimed, "That's priceless."
"Well it sure beats Peter Perfect and the gruesome twosome," Beth gasped for air between fits of laughter.
"I'll go get us another round of drinks," Julia said and stood up to head to the bar. It wasn't that she was a prude exactly but the ribald talk around the table made her uncomfortable. Each woman was around forty and had been friends with the others since college. They got together every three months or so, no matter what else was happening in their lives and had done for almost twenty years. These get togethers generally involved a gossip and bitch session about their lives including careers, homes, life in general and inevitably their sex lives.
She had always been the quieter member of their group, she wasn't really sure how she actually became included with them in college. She was never part of the popular crowd growing up and had become more of a loner through high school, but these girls had just seemed to adopt her in college and she became part of their circle of friends without even trying.
She was that friend who was fixed up on blind dates because one of her prettier friends refused to go out with a guy unless they double dated by bringing someone for Julia. She was tall and big boned, which intimidated most guys. She was sporty and smart which meant that she did not really belong in any clique until she met the girls who became her lifelong friends. Having lunch at the cafeteria or in the quad, one or more would come and sit with her and talk about a class they had together. Within the first year of college the small initial group became this larger group of ten women.
During college she had been fixed up, made over and beautified in some way by each of the girls she called friends. It was years later though when working as an orthopaedic physiotherapist she began treating an injured football player for a repetitive muscle strain that she came into her own sense of self. Having a belief in homeopathic remedies in conjunction with therapy, the client recovered quickly with a stronger joint than he had enjoyed in months.
He invited her to games, then parties and eventually on more intimate dates. He was taller, broader and larger than she was in every way and he made her feel truly feminine for the first time in her life. She began to dress with more care and wear make up more often and used all those make over tools her friends had tried to teach her. She smiled thinking of him as she carried the pitchers of Margaritas back to the table.
Paula waved her over to the free seat beside her, it was a constant game of musical chairs when the girls got together. Pouring them both a drink Paula asked, "And how are you and that magnificently fine husband of yours?"
"We are wonderful, as always." Julia blushed.
"And what did you have to promise to get away from home this weekend?" Paula grinned knowing Julia always had to promise her husband something in return for being left to his own devices for a weekend.
"His parents place for a week." Julia made a face but grinned at Paula's expression of mock outrage.
"Oh yeah, poor you having to deal with that island life for a whole week." Paula teased.
"Oh like you can talk! What did you have to promise to get away from your brood of kids?" Julia laughed.
"I sent them to the in-laws for a week!" Paula laughed uproariously drawing looks from the other women who joined in the conversation. "You should try that next time," Paula murmured to Julia, "We could spend a whole week catching up then."
Julia looked at Paula with a smile and an imperceptible nod of her head, then listened to Roxanne laughing that her husband gave her extra spending money to make sure she went and left him to his marathon poker game he had planned with his mates. Julia has always felt a special closeness with Paula. She had been the first real friend Julia had made at college, they had remained in close contact after college and had each been the maid of honour at each other's weddings.
"When are you going to his parents?" Paula asked.
"Oh not 'til the end of the month probably, he still needs to organise the time off from the store," Julia laughed, "they're always pretty busy this time of year." Once he had retired football her husband, Cam, had bought into a sporting good franchise with his best friend and summer was always the busiest time of year for them.
"You should get your mother to look after the little one for you and spend an extra few days with me after the weekend. I mean if Cam is going to be busy and probably working late anyway," she poured them both another drink from the rapidly diminishing pitcher. "We used to be so close and we barely see each other anymore, what with the kids and everything."
Julia got the idea that Paula needed a friend at that moment, looking into her eyes and taking her hand she asked seriously, "Is everything all right? You sound sort of strained." Paula shook her head slightly and lifted her glass draining it. "I'll ring mum in the morning and see what she says, okay?" Paula smiled and poured another drink.
As the night wore on the women got drunker and men came and went from their table as they tried their luck with one or more of them. Julia didn't worry about not being approached by men anymore; she had found the man for her. Instead she laughed with the others as Roxanne, Elaine and Paula fended off the unwanted advances. The three women had become even more beautiful with age and Julia had no doubt that they turned heads everywhere they went in their everyday lives.
The women staggered home together in the small hours of the morning, to the house they had rented for the weekend. It was close to the campus of the college they all had once attended. The house was a large rambling building filled with pokey rooms used during the school year for student accommodation. With six bedrooms though and limited space for fold-out beds many of the women chose to share, having agreed to it earlier and being too drunk at this stage of the night to care.
