Last time we read about Vicki and her young neighbor, Jim. Now it's later in her life, she's 40, still divorced, still attractive, long blonde hair and great legs. If anything, maybe an additional five pounds, but hardly noticeable.
It's a Super Bowl party at a local bar close to where she lives. She's out with her friend, Terri, a redhead, and attractive. Same age as Vicki. They have been friends for several years. After a few drinks, lots of dancing, the scene is pretty lively, with the Super Bowl the next day. Vicki and Terri get on top of an elevated dance floor, as the beat gets louder, the women are dancing, both have short cheerleader-type skirts on, and many of the bar patrons are seeing a pretty good show. Terri gets close to Vicki and mentons to her, "You see that black man down there, he's watching you all the time. Vicki, they can see your thong very easily!"
"Hey, I'm just having a good time, I want our team to win tomorrow, don't you Ter?"
"Yes, but this guy is really checking you out!"
All of a sudden, the black fellow comes up behind Vicki and starts dancing beside her. He's pretty young, 20's or so. He is matching Vicki move for move. Terri also has an encounter with a young black man on the floor.
"Hey, are we gonna win tomorrow?" he questions to Vicki as the music is coming to a stop. Vicki, not wanting the music to stop, keeps moving to a beat of her own. Her blonde mane bouncing up and down as she has it tied into a tail. The man moves closely behind her now and the music starts up at that very moment. He is grinding behind Vicki and she can feel him. Jesus, she thinks...he's hard! Really hard! He gets close and introduces himself, "I'm Troy, and you can really move it out here."
Vicki, caught off-balance from his boldness, simply says, "Vicki" and continues dancing.
"Now, Vicki, are we gonna win tomorrow?" he asks.
"We are gonna kick ass babeee!" she hoots.
"That's a sign of a great football fan." Troy tells her, continuing to keep up with the blonde, 40-ish cheerleader.
They are still dancing, and closely now. She feels something, inside her body, it's signs of desire. She feels good. A little thrown off as she has never even talked much with blacks. But Troy seems pretty nice, so young too. He is maybe six feet tall and very well chiseled. After fifteen minutes of dancing, they finally sit down, he helps her, she is reluctant at first, but gives him her hand. Terri and her 'new' friend, Nate, all sit down at the same table. The lights are very low. Terri is slightly uncomfortable. After maybe five minutes, the ladies excuse themselves and head to the washroom.
"Vicki, what are we doing? Troy and Nate are only in their twenties! We're two 40 year-old women with teenage children. What do they see in us?"
"Well, they don't look or feel like babies, do they?" Vicki asks. Fixing herself in the mirror. Turning slightly around and checking her short skirt and legs, seeing if she still looks 'hot'.
"I don't know what to do Vicki. Do you?"
