Welcome back! This is part two of five. If you haven't read part one yet, you should do that first, or you'll be lost. All characters involved in explicit scenes are, of course, over eighteen.
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Unrequited, Part Two
"No, that's what I wore when I met her at the club."
"The blouse and the slacks?"
"Yeah."
Sally hung my ruby red blouse back up in my little closet. There were a couple of what Sally called 'possibilities' strewn on the bed.
"And you have no idea what you're doing after?"
"Nope. Not a movie. That's all."
"Hm. Okay, so probably something you can move in." Sally rummaged for a moment. "I think we should stick with a really nice pair of jeans. Except, of course, you don't own any really nice jeans."
I harrumphed. "Yes I do."
Sally stepped back into the room. "Fine. Get your best pair." Her arms were crossed in disbelief, so I jumped up and went to my dresser. I thumbed through my jeans drawer and pulled out my favorites.
"These."
Sally scrunched up her nose. "Put them on, let me see."
I slipped out of the work khakis I was wearing and pulled on the jeans. .
"See? They're good." I turned in a circle. Sally and I had been doing this for over a decade, with Sally constantly bemoaning my personal sense of style.
"Bethy, no. And geez, those really are the best you have, aren't they?"
"Why? What's wrong with them? They're cute."
"Maybe they were. But now they're faded, and not in a good way, and this." She walked over to me and pinched a bit of extra material in the seat.
"Hey!"
"They're baggy. You've got a great butt, Beth. You need jeans that show it off, not cover it up." Sally put her hands on her hips. "OK, so, shopping."
"Sal, it's after eight."
"Not tonight. Thursday. And the hair, too, if we have time. We're going to knock this girl's socks off."
"She already knows what I look like, Sal."
"But you want her to know you tried. That you made an effort to look your best for her, right? I mean, if you want to show up in a ratty T-shirt and baggy old jeans it's your call, but..." Sally shrugged.
I whined for a few more minutes before acquiescing. I went into the kitchen and put what was left of my cashew chicken into a container for my lunch tomorrow while Sally plopped down on the couch. I tossed her a fortune cookie as I sat down in my comfy chair nearby.
Usually I sat next to Sally, increasing my chances of touching her or her falling asleep on my shoulder. But those were exactly the things I was trying to put the kibosh on, so I felt distance was a good thing.
"So, tell me about this girl." If Sally thought it was strange I wasn't sitting with her she didn't show it.
I shrugged. "I told you she's a therapist. Oh, I can show you a picture." I pulled up Kayleigh's professional bio from her practice's website. "Here." I handed Sally my tablet.
"Wow, she's pretty."
"She's wearing makeup there, so you can't really see her freckles, which are so cute, and you can't really appreciate how green her eyes are from that picture." I took my tablet back, catching myself gazing at Kayleigh's face. Kind eyes, professional smile. That's not exactly the way she looked at me. Then there was a shine in those eyes, a nervousness in her smile.
"Bethy!" I snapped back to reality, looking over at Sally, who was grinning at me from ear to ear. "You're really crushing on this girl!" Her lip quivered a little and she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet before wrapping me in a hug. "I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks." My mind was roiling. Sally wasn't that physically affectionate, and I didn't get a lot of full contact Sally hugs, but when I did they were the greatest things in the world. I was hyper aware of her body, her breasts pressed against mine, the skin of her neck soft on my cheek. She smelled so good, her hair tickling my nose.
No! Shit! What the hell was I doing? I made myself pull away. Sally was still smiling innocently, while I pretended not to be breathing heavily. I glanced at the clock, which showed it being almost nine.
"So we're shopping Thursday?"
Sally nodded. "And we're going to make you look amazing. "
"Okay, it's a date." I made a point of turning towards the clock. "It's getting late, Sal."
She followed my eyes. "Oh wow, yeah, I got to get home." She grabbed her purse. "Meet you here at six, Thursday. Okay, love you, bye."
"Night, Sal." As soon as I closed the door behind her I leaned against it and shut my eyes. A deep cleansing breath followed, while I repeated a mantra. I'm going out with Kayleigh; I wanted to be with Kayleigh. A few seconds later my phone chimed. My eyes rolled, wondering what Sally had forgotten.
I picked up my phone and felt a rush of guilt.
Kayleigh -
Hey, beautiful, how was your evening?
I felt like I'd been caught cheating. But I hadn't been. Sally was part of my life and I needed to find a balance. I needed to not get so worked up over this. I mean, we hadn't even been on a real date yet. It had been just one crazy night of sex. Amazing, mind blowing sex, but just sex. We may not even get along as a couple. OK, pressure's off. Yeah, right.
Me -
Not too bad, better now.
Kayleigh -
What happened?
Me -
I'm talking to you and my best friend just left.
Kayleigh -
Something happen?
Me -
No, but she determined I have no suitable clothes to wear on our date Friday. She's making me go shopping. *Salvador Dali horror face*
Kayleigh -
Remind me to thank her.
:P
Me -