"Hey sexy mamas!" Justine greeted her girlfriends as they arrived at her condo, margaritas in her hands. "I thought we'd have a few girl moments before we head up north to see the boys. We need to talk."
"Mmmm," Delilah uttered as she took the stemmed glass full of margarita. "Ritas on the rocks? Don't mind if I do."
"There's something different," Simone commented suspiciously as they settled in the cozy living room together. "You. There's something... You're glowing."
Justine scooped up her fluffy gray and white cat Thistle and removed her from the loveseat on which she was going to sit. She tried not to smile, and in order to stifle it, she sipped her margarita, but her friends continued to coerce her.
"Spill it, girlfriend," Delilah demanded. "You know you don't keep me waiting with gossip." She swung her hair over her shoulder and waved her sassy, teal painted finger at her.
"You're about to force Delilah to whip out her sista side," Simone giggled. "Really, my friend. Do tell us. Because I'm kinda getting the vibe that you got laid or something to that affect."
"Not just once, but, like, three times," she gushed, setting her stemware down on the cocktail table. She relayed all of the dirty details to her girlfriends, who oohed and ahhed over her amazing afternoon.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a silver fox," Simone mused. "I mean, like a hot, sexy, well kept older man."
"Girl," Delilah said, elongating the word. "You're crazy, you know that? Crazy good and crazy bad. Mmm. You sure he ain't got a wife or something? I've had some experiences before. Little did I know." She shook her head emphatically and popped her sensuously full lips together.
Her friends eyed her speculatively and waited for her response. What was Justine supposed to say? She decided that right now probably wasn't the time to tell them about the text message from the elusive "Evie". The voice inside her head told her it was a red flag, but she knew she was too blinded by her lust right now to care. Wife? No. His kids lived with her north of Chicago- there's no way he'd be married still, plus there was no ring... But then not all married men wore a ring... Ugh! She'd worry about it later. The internet was a great tool for finding dirt as needed. Tonight she needed to bask in the afterglow of an amazing afternoon.
"It's casual, girls," she reassured them. "I'm going to enjoy the fact that my four month drought is over, and I'm also going to tell you that I'm going to ride that cock nice and hard again Sunday night as well. So for tonight, let's put all worries aside and rest assured that Justine's a big girl and can take care of drama if and when."
Simone and Delilah looked at one another, shrugged, and raised their glasses with Justine when she raised it in a toast. "To friends, to good times, and to... the penis!"
They laughed as they headed out the door and into Simone's car to head from one end of the city to the other to visit their friends in Boystown.
Todd greeted them at the door looking nothing less than gorgeous. He'd gelled his black hair into a trendy, but subtle faux-hawk. He wore a casual pair of jeans and a white button downed collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He accessorized with his silver watch, tiny silver hoops in both ears, and a chunky thumb ring. She'd always found him exceptionally handsome, and even more so when he lined his crystalline blue eyes with a tiny bit of guy liner.
His partner Braxton was clearly just as handsome in a less dramatic way. Tall and lanky just like Todd, Braxton's cherubic face was adorned with dimples, light brown eyes, and shaggy blonde hair. Both men hugged their girls affectionately as they guided them to a delicious spread of Italian appetizers that were the perfect start to a decadent meal.
"Justine got laid," Delilah announced as they all sipped on Cosmos. "She did it, y'all! She got naked with the sexy older gentleman!"
"You gave into your lust," Todd teased. "Hussy."
Justine laughed and tossed her head back, but couldn't prevent the barrage of questions on her first experience with Alex. She had to admit having to retell it and relive it got her a bit excited. She hoped she'd hear from him via a text or something.
"I slept with an older man once," Braxton dished, setting his Cosmo down to talk with his hands. "Come to find out he was on the down low, so to speak."
He looked at Delilah who nodded and uttered "Uh huh... Down low brotherss. They come in all shapes, sizes and colors. I knew it!"
"A house in the suburbs, twin girls, a dog and a cat," he announced. "When he finally grew the cajones to tell me, I'd already figured it out. Just be careful, Sweetheart. Men are dogs."
"Hey!" Todd interjected, slapping him playfully on the thigh. "Not all of us are bad. Look at me- just your average gay dude with no drama. You fell in love with me, right?"
Braxton rolled his eyes and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Of course, Todd, but I'm just saying. For the most part, gay or straight- men can be dogs. But enough of this. Justine, we're dying to hear more details, but my fettucine is ready and I'm famished. Let's eat!"
While Justine was kicking back and enjoying good times with her closest friends, Alex played dad and, well, he tried to play husband, too, but not all of him responded to his wife as she'd hoped. After the kids had gone to bed, and while Alex laid reading in bed, Evelyn showed off for him her new purchases from Victoria's Secret.
She had just turned forty five, and was still trim and in shape. Her new purchase had been a flimsy black lace and satin number that hugged her breasts and accentuated her in all the right places. He admitted she looked gorgeous. She'd brushed out her blonde highlighted hair and lathered on scented lotion for her husband. He'd smiled and admired her, complimented her with all the sincerity he could find, but as she'd reached under the covers to caress and lick his cock, he just couldn't find it in himself to respond.
"But we've not made love in months, honey," Evelyn cried, frustration mounting in her alto voice. "We used to be like rabbits! Jesus, is it me? I realize we've been doing this long distance marriage for the past two years, but recently you've just been so distant."
"It was your idea to move the kids out of the city like this," he said firmly, ignoring the fact that he didn't respond sexually to her. "We had our home, we had our life."
"Right," she replied angrily. "And what kind of life were we allowing for Sam and Piper? The city is no place to raise kids."
"Says who?" He asked pointedly. "I've seen it done."
"But explain to me why you can't make love to me?" She sat on the edge of the bed, tears forming at her eyes. He felt his heart tug, remembering all the ups and downs they'd faced together. He looked at her sad form, face in hands, shoulders slumped. What had happened to them? He felt numb, sad even. He couldn't explain to her what was missing.
"I... I'm not sure, Evie," he replied, closing his eyes to the guilt that had risen within him.
