Kirsty sighed deeply as she glanced at her alarm clock, and realised there was no way she could hit the snooze button anymore.
It was Saturday, and that meant getting her two children, Darren and Jessica off to various clubs and activities. Darren was 10, and like every 10 year old boy he was obsessed with football, and since Gary, their Father had passed away 4 years earlier, it was Kirsty's responsibility to get him to practice twice a week, and sit through matches every Saturday.
Kirsty undressed and stared at herself in the full length mirror on the wall next to her bed. She was a very lucky woman, she was 33, and despite having had two children she had no stretch marks, and her baby weight had shifted with ease. Her breasts had remained full and pert, opting not to breast feed had helped, and her hips and thighs were slim. She grabbed her robe and walked to the bathroom, and got into the shower. She stood for a few minutes letting the warm water run over her hair and down over her body. She reached for the shower gel and began to gently rub the lather into her skin, she missed the touch of another person's hands on her body, and she longed to feel the touch of skin on skin. Kirsty suddenly realised she was caressing her breasts absent mindedly, and despite the sudden feeling of shock, she realised how nice it felt, and she began to feel aroused.
She was bought back to reality as she heard her 8 year old daughter crash into her bedroom.
"Mummy, hurry up! We'll be late!" Jessica cried through the door.
Kirsty shook her head, angry with herself for letting herself get so caught up in the moment, when she had the children to look after. That was how it had been since Gary had died, she no longer had time for herself, and she definitely didn't have time for dating. She grabbed her robe from the back of the door where she'd hung it earlier, and swung the door open.
"Good morning princess!" She exclaimed, enveloping her daughter in a hug.
"Morning Mummy!" She replied, giving Kirsty a big kiss on the cheek.
"All ready for dance class?" Kirsty enquired, picking up a comb and hairdryer.
"Yep, I've got everything ready, I just need you to do my hair."
"Ok, well go and make sure your brothers up, and I'll be down to make breakfast and do you hair soon." This was the way it had been the last four years, putting the children's needs first, and although she loved the children dearly, the strain of being on her own was starting to wear Kirsty down.
Jessica smiled and twirled out of the room, practicing her ballet moves ready for her class. She was the spitting image of Kirsty, with big brown eyes, and long chocolate brown hair, she reminded Kirsty of herself at that age.
Kirsty sighed once again as she began to dry her hair and caught a glimpse of her wedding photo sitting in a gold frame on her bedside table.
Later that morning, after dropping Jessica off at dance class she drove Darren to his football club, she wound the windows down and let the breeze blow in her hair, it was a sweltering hot day, and her choice of jeans this morning, seemed unwise as the sun beat down on the car. Unlike Jessica, Darren looked like his Dad, with full lips and striking blue eyes that Kirsty knew would break a lot of hearts, just as his Dad's had.
As Kirsty pulled into a parking space in the car park Darren jumped out and ran to join one of his friends who he'd noticed had just pulled up. Kirsty got out of the car and followed slowly behind.
She noticed the boy was with his mother too, it was odd as it was usually the boys Fathers who came to the matches. She was younger than Kirsty, by about 5 years she thought, and had her bright blonde hair cut into a sharp bob, with a blunt fringe. Kirsty couldn't help thinking how attractive she was. Kirsty smiled as she approached them, and she smiled back. She held out her hand;
"Hey, I'm Rosie, Dean's Mother." Kirsty took her hand and shook it, she noticed how soft Rosie's skin was. Kirsty blushed, as she realised she'd let her hand linger in the hand shake, Rosie smiled.
"It's nice to see a female face! Usually it's just the old pervy Dad's I have for company." She chuckled. Kirsty smiled, she knew that feeling, having eyes burning into the back of her head, and being leered at as she walked along the stands to find a seat.
"I know what you mean, we'll have to stick together." Kirsty watched for a reaction in Rosie's face, and felt a little embarrassed at what she'd just said, after all they'd only just met, it was a little forward to presume Rosie would want to sit with her.
"Definitely." Rosie said as she began to walk towards the grounds, being pulled along by Dean.
"C'mon Mum! We need to get changed" Darren whined, and Kirsty followed behind Rosie and Dean. Kirsty couldn't help but admire Rosie's legs and bottom. Rosie was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white linen smock. She looked effortlessly stylish and sexy. Kirsty felt embarrassed at the thoughts she was having, why was she checking out another woman's bottom? She guessed it was natural for women to do so, compare themselves to others, and she let herself go along with that.
The boys raced off into the changing rooms, leaving the two women standing in an awkward silence.
"I suppose we'd better find a seat," Kirsty looked toward the small tiered stand, where parents were already taking their places.
"Yeah, as far away from any slimy looking Dad's as possible," Rosie winked. Kirsty giggled and followed Rosie's lead over to the seats. Kirsty felt all eyes on them as they squeezed past numerous men, to make their way to a few empty seats on the second row.
