April stood stunned. She wanted to answer, but her heart was racing, her wetness soaking her panties. I should have never worn these light colored Capri's, she thought. Too late now, April, you'll never hide it now. She took a few steps toward Mary France and felt her wetness on the inside of her thighs.
"Melissa get you all hot and bothered?.... baby, you can't go to Camellia Grill looking like you just came in your Capri's.
Well, maybe you can...my, my, look at that..." She smiled, licked her lips.
April, embarrassment flooding her face, asked, "Is there a ladies' room I could use?"
"Why?"
"I have to pee," April said.
"No, you don't," Mary France said. "You just want to finish yourself off. Melissa drove you out of your mind and you need to come...again it looks like." She got up, moved close to April, breathed,
"Let's go before there's a line."
April couldn't bring herself to refuse. Her need was too great. Feeling she had to obey, she followed Mary France out the door of the boutique, feeling every eye on her. "Me and my soaking wet pussy," she thought as they left.
Mary France took her hand as they walked the two blocks to Camellia Grill.
"Always wear dark colors," Mary France said.
"I know that now," April said. "I wasn't expecting to see a nude model coming in your lap when I left my apartment."
"So you weren't thinking you might get turned on? You were meeting me at a boutique that specializes in sexy things and you weren't expecting to get turned on."
"I didn't think about it. All I thought about was meeting you. I wanted to look good for you."
"You do, love, you do. Especially with that wet spot on your Capri's." "C'mon. We're here."
Walking into the restaurant, all eyes turned to Mary France-all eyes, every man, every woman. April followed behind, amazed.
They took stools at the counter. No tables here, a real Old Fashioned diner counter, complete with cracked seats.
"I love this place," April said.
"Me too," then Mary France whispered, "It's a great place to meet married women."
"Really?"
Mary France nodded.
" They come in on 'girl's night out,' you know, those times they all get away from hubby and go out drinking."
"I thought we were the only ones who did that," April said.
Mary France looked over at April, raised an eyebrow.
"You know, single girls, not married ones."
"Baby, come here late on a Thursday night. That's the night. They come in after a night of drinking. Watch for groups of three or four women. Just start a conversation. After all, you're a woman too, harmless and beautiful."
Mary France put her mouth to April's ear, said, "I absolutely guarantee one of them will go home with you if you want."
April felt her nipples harden.
"Why married women? April said.
"Married women will never tell. They're moms." April felt Mary France's hand on her thigh.
"What does a married woman love to talk about?" Mary France went on. Herself, maybe her kids...and the fact her husband's a lousy lay. They've all got stories, Love, just like you. And guess what. Most of them have never had an orgasm with their husband."
"No...."
"Yes, yes and more yes," Mary France said. "Married women are the most sexually frustrated people in the world."
"Wow," April said."
'Be careful though. If you give a married woman an orgasm, she's yours forever. So choose wisely." Mary France laughed.
April looked at her. At first, she had thought Mary France was young, maybe 19 or even younger. But this girl was too wise about the world. Especially about sex....and women.
She braved the question. "How old are you, Mary France?"
A look of disdain crept across the girl's face.
"How old do you think I am?"
"When I first saw you in the massage room, I thought you were somewhere around 20, maybe even younger."
"That was this talking," Mary France slid her hand up April's thigh and ran her finger into the wet groove of April's Capri pants. Jesus, I am going to come right here on this stool, April thought.
"I'm 28." April's jaw dropped. That couldn't be, that just couldn't be!
"I thought you were younger than I am," April said. "Your skin, it's flawless!"
"No men, no babies, no lying out in the sun. And a couple other things..."
