A girl asked me to kiss her once. She was in her forties and had red hair the color of summer strawberries and wide hips that bespoke of goddesses past.
I asked her into the ladies room stall at the local bar and put my lips upon hers; she flinched just a bit but kissed me back. I had pulled her inside the dingy and metal stall to prove to her that I would do it, yet all I felt were teeth against mine.
It was akin to making out with a mannequin; the tongue absent, the sweet saliva that is usually present during a passionate encounter was nothing but a vacant lot.
I had no emotion except that of complete disgust. I looked at her for a moment, her green eyes flaming just a bit. I turned from her and opened the painted and scratched door; letting it creak behind me, ensuring the noise of my stilettos echoed in her ears. Never again.
I am married with three children, all of whom I love more than anything but my husband is another story. Eighteen years have whispered throughout our windy sails of marriage.
I find him completely lovely yet completely disgusting. His qualities have become something of contempt...his eating, sleeping, and grooming habits are not in my realm of satisfaction.
The quality of my marriage has been eating at my soul for more years than I can say, yet I love my children. How can I let my husband, no matter how distasteful I find him, slip away into an abyss of divorce that would destroy those three human beings that I hold so close? I can't and won't.
Yet I yearn for a woman's touch, a soft one that isn't demanding with every finger inserted or a rough tongue being forced between my lips.
I went home after the encounter with my red-haired friend thoroughly perplexed. What human being who wants to kiss another not possess passion, expectancy, or at least some sort of excitement in the venture?
I slightly put the thought out of my mind while I peeled off my black lace panties and bra and pulled a rugged white t-shirt over my head, slipping under the sheet next to my sleeping husband. I felt his tired hand crawl towards my breast, cupping it in a hold that was natural and familiar.
Sliding my hand to envelop his penis, I grasp it and softly move my hand up and over, hoping to engage and awaken him to ease my throbbing womanhood.
"D, please, I need you inside me, sweetie." I said as I gently massaged his balls. Diego murmured under his breath with something that sounded like a very slurred, "Erraaauuhh."
I kept massaging his manhood, hoping that it would entice him to become erect and let me ride him. My husband reluctantly embraced my hips and pulled me on top of him and kissed me while pulling his underwear off.
Our lovemaking was short but satisfying as I was able to use my finger to get myself off, which was the usual and par for the course.
I had to lick his balls while he jacked himself off, something I don't mind but there was nothing sweet and tender about our sex. It was normal and staid.
I saw my lovely but cold red-haired friend at a birthday party for a mutual acquaintance the next week. She mentioned nothing of our encounter, and I was glad for it as I wanted to forget the interlude and pretend it never happened.
Apparently she felt the same; we ordered dinner and gossiped as if nothing had ever happened.
Her sister, on the other hand, was someone I did not expect.
Cassie was tall with legs a mile high, her smile infectious and her laughter lit up the tiny but boisterous restaurant.
While I tried to focus on my Spider Roll and talk to Johnny about the gifts his children gave him earlier in the day, I couldn't take my mind away from Cassie's sumptuous lips.
The way she delicately placed small pieces of succulent fish into her mouth, smiling at jokes all the while, the chopsticks placed between her long and elegant fingers; magnificent.
As her sister chattered on about high school antics, I ordered a round of sake for the celebration, hoping to relieve my mind of naughty thoughts about the tall, vivacious and red-headed Cassie.
"Cheers, Johnny! May your birthday be fantastic and your year filled with lovely memories of family and friends!" We raised a toast to Johnny and drank.
I tried not to stare at Cassie as she talked to the others but the strawberry chap stick she applied throughout the evening had brightened and highlighted the edges of her silky lips. It was pure loveliness.
I excused myself to the ladies room for a breather. My heels clicked along the tile towards the restroom when I heard a voice from behind.
"Hey, Adrienne, wait up! I have to go too!" Cassie was hurrying to catch up, her stilettos creating the same tempo as my own black heels.
