by BrettJ © 2015
Jaslyn Miller pulled her classic Thunderbird into the parking lot of the motel. She hoped that no one had seen her or the car. She had to be discreet and taking her car had been a terrible risk. She was one of only two people in the city who owned a classic 1957, red Thunderbird. It had been a wedding present from her daddy, who owned a slightly newer model. She and her dad had spent several hours working on restoring this car and she was stunned when he gave it to her. "I'm upgrading and don't need this old thing," he had teased her. She gave her daddy a huge hug and immediately drove it over to show her fiancé. That should have been her first sign that her marriage might not prove to be the fairy tale she had been expecting.
"Shit, you're driving a nicer car than I am," Ferris had complained. He went on a tirade for over 30 minutes, complaining about her car and then, the usual fact that she made more money than he did. She had driven home in tears, although she had not been sensible enough to call off the wedding. Now she realized that she should have, but it was 4 years too late for that.
Jaslyn made sure that no one saw her as she entered the motel. Once inside, she knew that she was safe. The desk clerk was Matty Murphy and they had been friends since grade school. It would have been pointless to try and disguise herself around him and so, she didn't bother. In a way, Matty was like an old woman. He knew all the gossip and was one of the few that knew outright her marriage to Ferris had been a huge mistake. He didn't judge her because his own life had undergone some unpleasant twists and turns. His family owned the motel and so, he had a job until he got back on his feet – which was years overdue. While Jaslyn didn't try to judge her friend, she thought perhaps someone with a cattle prod was needed to get him moving again. She took the proffered key that was offered her and left Matty without exchanging even a word of pleasantries.
She knew that she should have felt guilty for what she was doing behind Ferris' back and she didn't – not in the slightest. He could have had the perfect wife. She was lovely, loyal, sexy – and very
sexual
- smart, funny, accomplished and generous. She was also the kind of girl a lot of men dreamed of because not only did she dress like the sexy doll of your dreams; she followed sports and could rebuild cars. Did Ferris appreciate any of that? No, he did not. He wallowed in his own misery, angry that his hosiery-model wife earned more than he did and that all of
his
buddies seemed to like Jaslyn more than they liked him. She couldn't really help that, because Ferris liked men's men – who appreciated the fact that his wife was a sex goddess, even if he didn't. Even when dressed in jeans and a simple shirt, Jaslyn just emitted sexy. In the summer, she spent a lot of time in a bikini because one of the ways she kept in shape for modeling was by swimming. Ferris would accuse her of trying to turn on his friends and after a time, she got fed up with his accusations. On a few occasions, she just figured,
why not?
A lot of his friends were very handsome specimens and it gave her a boost to know she could easily get their attention. Despite her husband's increasing boorishness, never once did she sleep with any of his buddies – even though a few of them had made some overtures in that direction. Ferris' closest friends could see what he was doing to her – so why couldn't he?
Her high heels clicked on the pavement leading to her assigned room. Jaslyn felt her mood brighten a bit. What was waiting for her was a much-needed relief from the day-to-day sameness of her existence. It had come totally out of the blue and she had been hesitant to take that first step. Now she realized it had been one of the best decisions of her life. Had she not taken the risk, she wouldn't have been as happy as she was now. Twice a week for the past six weeks, Jaslyn had felt like her old self, like the young beauty who had kicked up her heels and taken a bite out of life. She remembered the pretty, fun-loving party girl she had once been before marrying the older, now aging Ferris. He had been confident, handsome and strong – now, all of that was fading away. Jaslyn was determined her husband wasn't taking her down with him. The rays of sunshine that had recently entered her life convinced her that she had made the right decision.
Jaslyn was loyal to a fault. The exotic, partially East Indian beauty had some of the same friends she'd had since the age of 5. She would have given people she cared about the shirt off of her back – and she could afford
good
shirts, she laughed to herself at the thought. The people she had dated had complimented her on her sexy attitude and the fact that she was always the life of the party. The actions she was taking now were not of her own choosing, at least not in the beginning. They were those of a desperate, lonely beauty who wanted to take back some control over her life. She wasn't even 23 yet and now realized she had married far too young. Ferris had fooled her with his refinement and impressed everyone with his wit and charm, her family included. Now the polish was beginning to dull. Jaslyn was coming back to life and if he didn't want to enjoy the ride,
fuck him!
, Jaslyn thought to herself. She knocked on the door of the room and felt her spirits beginning to lift as the voice inside answered.
"I was beginning to think that you weren't coming." Jaslyn went to apologize, but her companion just bridged the short distance between them and made things better in an instant.
"You smell so good and you look
incredible!
" Jessica purred in that
voice
of hers. Like honey laced with fine whiskey and a dash of sex. Jaslyn's common sense went out the window whenever she was around her friend. "Did you wear that for me?" Jessica added.
"Who else?" Jaslyn said with a shrug and sat down in a chair, stretching out her long and lovely legs whilst also showing off $2000 worth of new Christian Louboutins. "I can afford to dress however I want, but if I didn't have you to flaunt myself a little ..."
"Baby, you
do
have me to flaunt yourself for," Jessica smiled as she straddled the chair and Jaslyn's lap. They shared the first of what would be many kisses for the afternoon, torrid from the get-go. The two old friends never wasted time during any of their encounters. Both girls got each other far too hot to play silly little games of seduction. They flirted and danced and the foreplay was marvelous, but the heat was there from the instant they were together.
Jaslyn and Jessica had known each other for over a decade, although their friendship had not come easily. Jessica's family, by her own admission, were white trash. They drank too much, smoked too much weed and gave their 3 children little guidance. Jaslyn's family worked hard, earned good money and were well thought of. Jaslyn had 3 sisters and one brother and all remained thick as thieves. She adored her family and had inherited their kind spirit. Still, they were wary of Jessica. It wasn't because she was a bad girl, far from it. The child was kind and loving, far removed from her family's lackwit ways. Jaslyn's daddy had seen it – trouble followed that girl, she never had to seek it out. It had been true then and had remained true until just recently.
She had lost touch with Jessica shortly after her marriage to Ferris. Her friend hadn't liked him much. In fact, Jaslyn recalled one time when Jessica had called him a "pompous boor". Too late had she come to realize that her friend had been right and that Ferris was an intellectual snob and a bit of a phony.
Jaslyn had gone out for an all-too-rare evening after a huge row with her "better half". She wanted a drink – a few drinks, truth be told – and she wanted bourbon. Ferris only drank Scotch, so Jaslyn wisely left their house, called a taxi – no way was she risking her T-Bird on a drunken binge – and headed for one of the bars she had frequented in her free-wheeling days. Old friends were still there and a few even yelled out to her as if she had fallen off the face of the earth. As she sat down and ordered the first of a number of drinks, she began to realize that she had done precisely that. She could see herself in the mirror above the bar. Jaslyn was still the sexy, smiling 5'5" beauty she had been the day she married Ferris – just with one minor difference. She wasn't smiling. She took another mouthful of the very smooth Bourbon and put the smile back on her face. It might have been alcohol induced, but it wasn't fake. A smile was a smile.
"Give her another one and I'll have my usual," came a voice from behind her. Jasmine knew it immediately and almost fell off of her seat when she spun around. Jessica was there to catch her and the two old friends hugged each other until it felt awkward. Both of them were a bit misty-eyed.
"Where's Butthead?" Jessica came straight out with it, not even bothering to hide her disdain for Jaslyn's husband. That indifference might have bothered Jaslyn at some other point but not that night. It proved to be the tonic Jaslyn needed and over several drinks, she poured her heart out to her one-time close friend. The still-gorgeous blonde listened carefully to every word and spoke little. After a while, Jaslyn stopped her griping and the mood brightened. They had a number of drinks and Jaslyn wanted to know what her friend had been up to. Jessica just deflected the question and spoke of her life in generalities while staring at the bartender. Jaslyn didn't push it. It just felt so good to be around someone who "got" her once again and she wasn't going to blow it by prying too much.
"Well, even drunk as a skunk, you've still got it," Jessica laughed as they ordered another round. "You were sexy in high school and look at you now! Fuck, that outfit likely cost as much as I make in a week!"
"Oh, way more than that," Jaslyn teased, not really knowing how much her friend earned at – whatever she did. "I wanted to piss off fuckface, so I wore the shortest skirt I had, the tightest one I owned and my trashy stilettos. Enough about me – look at
you!
