I sit across the table from Kat. Beautiful, sexy Kat. She is smiling at me, sipping her coffee, and all I can think about is how to take her home with me so I can have my way with her.
I met Kat about 5 years ago while I was still seeing Dena. Both Dena and Kat worked for the same graphic design company then. The first time I laid eyes on Kat, I was blown away. She is petite, but with curves in all the right places. She has smooth, mocha skin that looks sweet as syrup. She is beautiful, with large, slanted eyes and a drop-dead gorgeous smile. To say that she is stunning is a total understatement. There was something extra special about Kat, something completely overwhelming. And I could do nothing about the physical response I had whenever I was around her.
The three of us had gotten relatively close back then. Kat is fun and free-spirited, and was always joking around with Dena and I that she wishes she was lesbian; and that turning gay would solve all her relationship issues. We would all always end up laughing, but inside my head I would go crazy with dirty, steamy thoughts of Kat in compromising positions with another woman. In almost all scenarios, the other woman was, of course, myself. Since I was in a committed relationship, I did nothing. I merely made do with casual stolen glances, brief smiles, and the standard friendly hug. The fact that she was straight and married to some idiot named Alan didn't help at all, either.
But here we are now, three years later, sitting across from each other over coffee. She's divorced, I'm single. Sure, she's straight, but I am too preoccupied with thoughts of seduction to take that little fact into consideration.
"So how you been, babes?" Kat always calls her girlfriends tiny endearments like 'babes' or 'sweets'. And I knew it didn't make me special or any different from them, but still I couldn't stop the little tingle up my spine. "Seeing anyone in particular?" she continued.
"Mmmm...," is all I manage. Temporarily forgetting her question and focusing on her mouth. Her delectable, juicy little mouth, wondering how it would taste and feel against mine.
She lets out a half laugh, half grunt, "I hear ya. Since my divorce, I went on a few dates but nothing seemed to stick, you know what I mean?" She smiles at me and I absent-mindedly shrug my shoulders, most of my brain still on my fantasies about her.
She takes a huge gulp of her coffee and still I was looking at her mouth. "On the way over here I had gotten myself into a tiny fit. Thinking you'd be settled down and happy and talking about adoption, or sperm donors, or whatnot!" Her mouth is smiling at me.
"Nah..." is again all I can manage. A small voice inside my head is telling me to start using real words or she's going to think I'd gone retarded since we last saw each other.
"You still live in that apartment by the bay?" She asks me.
I nod.
"Let's go to your place and get shit-faced and watch old movies!" She is vigorously bobbing her head up and down.
Unbelievable. I didn't even have to maneuver the situation at all. It was like the heavens had opened up and a billion dollars had dropped onto my lap.
*****
Ten minutes later I'm driving home to my apartment with Kat a few meters behind me, following in her VW bug. We stop at the 7-11 close by and buy a couple of bottles of cheap Merlot (which was the only thing the store had) and a six-pack of beer.
As I'm turning the key in the lock, she's instantly standing right behind me, her breath on my neck and ear. It was all I could do not to drop the plastic bag of cheap seduction I was holding.
"Jen, you've redecorated!" Kat squeals as we enter the apartment. "I like it!" She smiles at me.
"Sit down please. Maybe choose a DVD. I'll put these in the fridge." I was a little impressed with myself, finally forming actual sentences. I leave her on the couch and take a minute in the kitchen, hiding behind the refrigerator door to breathe properly and compose myself. I was so nervous about having her alone to myself, I was convinced I was in genuine physical pain.
"Can I start with a beer?" she yells from the other room. "And you know what? Let's ditch the movie and just gossip. Like old times!"
I walk back into the living room, beers in hand, and find her draped over my sofa with her feet up on the coffee table. Her toenails are painted a pale pink. She arches her back and does a little stretch, pushing her breasts against her silk blouse. I feel a dull throb between my legs. Oh please let this happen, I mutter behind my teeth.
She takes one of the bottles I'm holding and pats the empty space beside her. "What shall we talk about?" She says, smiling up at me.
"What's it matter?" I say as I sit down. "We've never really run out of things to say to each other."
She smiles at me, "I know. We've always really gotten along so well." She tucks her feet under her legs and adjusts a little, somehow ending up slightly pressed up against my arm. My hearts starts beating wildly again, and I'm positive she can hear it.