Every Thursday Jenny came over for coffee. Sarah was a great neighbour, always happy to help whenever Jenny needed anything. They had known each other for nearly a year and had grown quite close, to the point of talking about quite personal and intimate things.
Sarah was perched on a bar stool in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a figure hugging t-shirt. She had a great body and could certainly wear that style of clothing, despite being the wrong side of forty. Jenny was ten years younger and kept herself fit and trim too. She wore jeans and a white blouse, something she had just thrown on in the morning madness at her house. All the kids and her husband had been successfully dispatched out of the door on time, and Jenny was now looking forward to spending some calm time with Sarah. Her visits to her friend's house had become the highlight of her week.
"It's so good to sit still," said Jenny.
"It gets easier as time goes on," said Sarah.
"I can't wait!" said Jenny.
"Don't wish it away," said Sarah, "because all of a sudden they're gone."
Jenny was sitting on a casual chair. She sipped her coffee, and looked up at Sarah.
"You miss them?"
"Every day and all the time," said Sarah.
Jenny smiled.
"But I've got you to keep me entertained now, haven' I?" And the two friends chatted away about things friends chat about. Jenny did most of the talking – her life was busy busy with her husband and three children and all the to-ings and fro-ings that entailed. Jenny was past that stage and listened with amused interest as her friend told her about school and home and her husband's work and her daily preoccupations. Then, as often happened, when Jenny had talked and talked and talked and finally run out of words, she said "But you don't want to hear about me. What about you?"
Sarah smiled down at Jenny, put her cup on the bench, and slipped off her stool. As she did so her legs opened slightly and Jenny saw that she was wearing black knickers.
"Nice, aren't they?" said Sarah
"What?" said Jenny.
"My new black knickers."
"Oh," said Jenny, blushing.
"It's okay, you're allowed to look. Dave bought them for me." She lifted her skirt and did a quick twirl. "You like them?"
Jenny smiled at her friend. "Beautiful," she said. "I'm jealous."
"Would you like to borrow them?" said Sarah.
"What? No," said Jenny. "People don't borrow knickers!"
"You can do if you like."
"I meant I was jealous that Dave bought you knickers. Tim never does that. He probably doesn't even know what size I am."
"I'd say an 8. Sometimes a 10, depending on the style. Tim has never bought you underwear? Really?" Sarah went to the kitchen cupboard and took out a tin. "Do you fuck much?"
"Sarah!" said Jenny.
"Well? Do you?" She brought the tin to the table and sat down, opening it. Inside were chocolate digestive biscuits. She offered them to Jenny, who was holding her coffee cup close to her mouth, clasped firmly in both hands. She shook her head at the biscuits, and as she looked up into Sarah's eyes tears welled up in her own.
"Oh darling," said Sarah, laying her hand on Jenny's arm. "I'm sorry."
"Ever since Tom was born," said Jenny, "it's not been the same. I don't know why, I didn't keep the baby bump for long, I lost all my fat really quickly, he just seemed to lose interest in sex. Did that happen to you?"
Sarah smiled, took her hand off Jenny's arm and picked up a biscuit. "No," she said. She took a bite of the biscuit, a slow, deliberate almost sensual bite. "No, it didn't. Dave fucked me before, fucked me during, and fucked me after."
Jenny smiled at her friend. "Lucky you." And she dived her hand into the biscuit tin and grabbed a biscuit. "I suppose you orgasm all the time too?"
Sarah nodded, smiling.
"God!! I can't remember the last time I did. It's not fair." She took a big bite into the biscuit which sent crumbs showering all over her blouse. She chewed furiously, then put her coffee cup down on the table. A tear slowly made its way down her cheek.
"Here," said Sarah. She leaned over and very meticulously started picking up the biscuit crumbs with her fingers, and putting them into her mouth. One by one, from Jenny's breast, her neck, her lap. Jenny watched in silence, motionless. She quietly swallowed what she was chewing.
When Sarah had collected and eaten all the crumbs, she raised her finger and wiped the tear from Jenny's cheek. She put her finger to her own lips and kissed the tear away. Jenny realised she was holding her breath.
"Would you like to?" said Sarah.
It took Jenny a moment to understand what Sarah meant. She was looking Jenny full in the eyes from only a few inches away. Jenny could smell her friend, and feel the heat of her body. She was a very attractive woman, no wonder her husband couldn't help but fuck her.
Jenny smiled and nodded. "I've forgotten how," she whispered.
"Well that's no good," said Sarah.
"Tim has forgotten too," said Jenny.
