Traci looked over the ad one more time. “Girls, you are invited to a WINE Party (Women In Need of Entertainment). Spend an afternoon without kids or men. We will meet regularly during the summer. Work on your tan…or each other. Bring nothing more than an open mind. The first party will be Friday, May 2. E-mail me for further details. Please include a photo.”
Traci frowned. She knew the photo thing would cause some problems and probably greatly reduce the number of responses.
“Hey. It’s my party and I’ll invite whomever I want,” she told herself. There just had to be women out there tired of the normal dating scene, not to mention all the frustrated married girls looking to release some pent up sexual tension.
The first couple parties should “weed out” the ones not really into it. That should leave some very interesting participants, as Traci saw it.
The organizer was a 24-year-old single girl with equal affection for men and women. Her shoulder length dark blonde hair highlighted gray eyes and a wide, thin mouth. Plenty of exercise kept her figure in decent shape and Traci was particularly proud of her hips and ass.
The idea of weekly girl get-togethers had been in her head all winter. She convinced herself she’d give it a try once decent weather arrived. Perhaps a dozen responses would lead to five or six “regulars” that could meet throughout the summer. Perhaps.
She hit the submit button. Now it was up to Yahoo Personals and luck.
Traci leaned back in her chair and stared blankly at the monitor. Her mind was back in San Francisco, two weeks ago, in the hotel’s health club. She was alone in the sauna when a striking woman in her thirties entered, wearing a white bathrobe. The woman removed it to reveal a sleek one-piece swimsuit that hugged her luscious body.
The women exchanged smiles and “hellos” and small talk about the city. Traci felt inferior in all respects; the woman’s perfectly cut short blonde hair was superbly streaked, her breasts were full, her legs long and shapely.
When the woman stretched out on the sauna’s bench it took all of Traci’s self-control not to jump on top of her. Traci looked at the breasts rising from the woman’s chest and could practically taste the erect nipples.
They saw each other later that night in the lounge. The woman gave Traci several wistful glances when her companion was not looking. Traci countered by lifting her skirt a few inches on her crossed legs. In return, the woman offered a knowing smile.
Ever since, Traci had increasingly wanted to get together with new female friends with opportunities to complete the connection. She held out little hope of finding anyone as attractive as the woman in San Francisco, but who was to say the Midwest didn’t offer similar treats.
The following morning, Traci anxiously logged into her e-mail account and was pleased to see five new messages. She opened the two without attachments first, assuming they could be trashed quickly. Both asked basically the same question: What’s more important—A person’s physical appearance or their inner beauty?
Traci laughed to herself as she deleted the messages. “You’re not invited,” she mumbled.
She clicked on the message from judy3172, wondering if the girl was 31 and born in 1972 or born on March 1, 1972. Traci decided she wasted too much of her time worrying about such stuff.
Two paragraphs of text sat on top of a picture, of which Traci could only see the top edge. Before reading the text, she scrolled down the page.
“Whoa. Very nice,” she said out loud.
A thin brunette stood next to a fireplace, wearing a sleeveless shirt that was opened revealingly at the top. Faded jeans clung tightly to her hips and legs. The woman’s eyes penetrated Traci in an uncanny way.
She worked her way back up to the text and read a description of an unhappily married 31-year-old looking for new friends. The woman assured Traci she had never done anything like this before, but was “willing to try anything.”
“You’re invited,” Traci said. “We’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
She made a mental note that judy3172 probably would not be bringing her own toy.
The second message also met with Traci’s approval. Apparently imyours_6969 had a thing about young blondes, especially ones tied to beds. The woman herself was a blonde of about 35, give or take a couple years. While not petite, something about her allowed Traci to put her in the “sexy” category.
The third e-mail immediately got tossed when a 200 plus pound mother of five, shown in lingerie straight from the Sears catalog, expressed her desire to be spanked.
“Not in MY house,” Traci said in unison with a click of her mouse.
So she had two takers already. Things were looking up. She looked once more at judy3172’s picture and sighed. “She’ll never get up the nerve.”
Within three days, she had five more potential invitees. They included three additional mid-thirties married moms, a late-twenties babe who claimed to have friends too insecure to respond and a girl around Traci’s age with a body to die for.
Traci’s reply to the chosen seven was carefully worded to indicate that the first party would be a “meet and greet”, low on pressure and high on refreshments. She included a picture of herself along with the provision that it would be understood if anyone now wanted to back out. Directions were provided and everyone was invited to gather the following Friday.
That day came quickly and Traci found herself hustling through the grocery store in the morning getting last minute snacks. She hurried home, showered and pulled on jeans and a cotton shirt with a plunging neckline that showed generous cleavage. Noon arrived—the designated “start” time—and she sat nervously at the kitchen table nibbling on a carrot.
At 12:15 the doorbell rang. Traci took a deep breath and headed down the hallway. Outside, a pretty girl nervously played with a button on her blouse. The door opened and cheery greetings were offered.
Pam introduced herself and Traci led the way to the living room. Traci recognized her as the one with the hesitant friends. She thought to herself that if the friends were as cute as Pam, they would be more than welcome. The woman was shorter than Traci, with light brown hair and appealing dark eyes.
They had chatted for only a moment when the doorbell rang once more. Within the next half hour, six guests had arrived and were congregated in the tiny living room. With all available seats taken, Traci and Judy ended up on the floor.
Traci was, indeed, glad she had lost the bet with herself about the likelihood of Judy’s arrival. The woman was every bit as attractive as her picture and just as shy in person as she had seemed in her e-mail.
The more self-assured imyours_6969 was a woman named Kim who, as expected, dominated most of the conversation. By now, that conversation was more relaxed as refreshments were passed around the room, including wine. There were individual exchanges between pairs of guests as well as an uncoordinated general room discussion.
