Ok guys, as requested, here is part two. As always, please feel free to vote, comment, and read our other stories.
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Abby took a while to cool off after her hot night with Lars. She didn't have mixed feelings, very much the opposite. It was like she had pushed through a barrier and let herself have fun for the first time in longer than she cared to remember. She met with him for lunch, and they were both better friends and happy to confide in each other. He continued to chase every piece of ass in sight, and she felt flattered to be among the very beautiful women he had charmed. She now felt more at ease and less self-conscious under the gaze of appreciative men in the halls. Her exotic Asian and South American looks brought her plenty of smiles and friends.
The weather was warming up and she was feeling energized by the change. School was good and everything was happening quickly. She had fun with Jasmine, her four year-old daughter on the evenings and weekends. She was taking Aikido for one of her classes and enjoying the exercise and competition.
She picked up Jasmine from Alana's apartment as usual, and as she was leaving, Alana asked her if she wanted to come over Friday, watch movies and drink some cheap Zinfandel. She realized that she had been so busy with school lately that she hadn't been spending much time with Alana. She liked spending time with her, and owed her a lot for helping so much. (Most recently for giving her some concert tickets that had gotten her laid so very completely.) She agreed and made a mental note to clear out her schedule to give them some time to relax.
Alana had helped her a lot since she split with her husband and moved in, watching Jasmine pretty much free of charge, and always being there. She was also divorced, and her children had moved out. She didn't work, Abby wasn't sure if it was because she was retired or well-taken care of from her divorce. She didn't go out much, and Abby wasn't sure why. She was striking and slender, with light green eyes, and she certainly wasn't shy. She might have been fifty, but it was hard to tell, she still looked so good, like Marcia Cross, but with long wavy black hair instead of red. She had an air of satisfaction, like she was always happy with life, it made her fun to hang out with.
Friday she got Jasmine dressed for bed, planning on her falling asleep pretty quickly, she wore comfortable clothes herself, yoga pants and a t shirt, and they went over to Alana's. She greeted them smiling, wearing shorts and a white blouse, the house smelled like good food. They played with Jasmine for a while and let her watch TV until she got sleepy, then they put her to bed in the other room and got out the wine, chocolate, and chick movies. Oh yes, they very much deserved this. They were getting buzzed and gossiping, they already knew how the movies ended.
"Oh, I wanted to tell you, you were right about Sharleen Spiteri, I love her."
"Told you she was great." Alana had given her the concert tickets because she didn't know the artist. "Do you wish you had gone with me?"
"Yes. Would you have taken me home and fucked me afterward?" She delivered the line so drily it caught Abby completely off guard. She had to grab a napkin to keep from laughing a mouthful of wine everywhere.
"I suppose it was obvious, I was out all night."
"It's okay, I was relieved that you were getting laid, I was worried that you had quit trying."
"I'm glad you are so invested in my sex life."
"Well I am. I don't need you getting wound so tight you are ready to snap."
"Was I wound that tight?"
"Let's just say that the difference has been noticeable. So,.....was he good?"
Abby was laughing and rolled her head back. "Well, yes. God yes. It had been way too long." She quaffed her wine and reached for the bottle. "I was so built up for it I was going crazy."
"Yes, I could tell when you left that night you were looking for trouble."
"Ok MOM, when was the last time you scratched the itch?"
"This afternoon."
"Not including vibrators." Now Alana laughed out loud. "I mean, I know we get by with them, but I was getting plenty of plastic action before, and you saw the difference."
"Well it was the shower nozzle to be perfectly clear." Now Alana was draining her glass.
"When was the last time you had to decide who was going to buy breakfast?"
She paused as if to think about it. "A couple of years."
"Wow. Is that a big deal to you? I mean, you were so concerned about my dry spell."
"Not day to day. It only seems like a long time now that you are talking about it."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to point it out." She looked at her for a moment. "Why so long?"
"Baby, not all of us won the genetic lottery like you did with the perfect Asian mix. I'm as Jewish as a matzo ball."
"That is so much gibberish, I hope to God I look as good as you when.....I have no idea how old you are."
"Well, not old enough to be your mother. " She smiled at her, head resting on her hand, sitting on her feet on the couch.
"Do I need to drag you out to a club, or to a couple of college parties to watch you get hit on to convince you?"
"I don't need convincing darling." She was drinking a lot.
