One by one they all toasted Camille's twenty sixth birthday, everyone that is except her boyfriend Brandon. He was still acting like a spoiled child. She ignored him and looked around at her group of friends.
"Thank you all for coming. It really means a lot...especially since this is a work night."
Sabrina stood up and grabbed her coat. "It's cool, Camille, like I said before you only turn thirty once." she said sarcastically.
"Bitch, please, you are the oldest heifer in this group. That's why you guys are leaving so early."
She stood and hugged her. When Camille looked up from her shoulder, she noticed a woman at the bar staring into her face. The stranger flashed a warm smile, which Camille returned.
"She is an old heifer," Damon teased, grabbing Camille's attention by planting a sloppy peck on the cheek. "Did she tell you guys that she found a gray hair the other night? Sabrina went buck wild until I pulled it out."
"No shit?" Camille covered her mouth with her hand and looked over at her embarrassed friend, "...and you are only twenty seven. I'm checking through my hair tonight."
Damon looked around the table. "Does anyone need a ride home?"
"I do," Felicia said as she grabbed her sweater.
"It's only ten o'clock guys," the birthday girl whined.
"Yeah, and we all have to be at work at eight so have a good night," Damon chuckled.
"I'll see you at home, Felicia. Leave the lights on for me."
Felicia made eye contact with Sabrina and then pointed to the restroom. She headed off in that direction as Damon and Sabrina walked towards the exit that led to the parking lot.
Camille smiled as she watched her best friend and her man leave the bar. Sabrina met Damon two years ago at the farmers' market that they hold downtown on Saturdays. Sabrina told her that she set her backpack on the sidewalk to tie her shoe when Damon came riding along and ran into it. He flipped over the handlebars, and a bush broke his fall. Being the wimp that she is, Sabrina fled the scene with Camille's roommate Felicia. A week later she was reading the personal ads in the local newspaper and read something directed at her. In the Missed Meetings section, there was an ad that read: Looking for the green eyed cutie in the black mini skirt that made me crash my bike. You said: watch where you're going. I said: I was too busy watching you. Then you left with a woman around the same age as you. Let's hook up once my cuts and bruises heal. We can do dinner, movie...I'll even pay. Sabrina contacted Damon at the email address in the ad, and the rest is history.
Brandon snapped her out of her thoughts, "Are you still mad at me?"
"I'll be mad at you tomorrow; I just want to have a good time tonight. A birthday only comes once a year you know."
He gave her a half-hearted smile that made her sadder then happy because she could see that it was forced. "Camille I have to get up early too, you know."
She rolled her eyes, "If you want to leave, you don't have to make excuses."
"My commute is forty five minutes each way. That's the only reason I didn't want to come out tonight."
"I'm sorry my birthday is such a chore for you," Camille snapped. "You didn't complain about your commute when you played pool with your friends twice last week. If I'm not mistaken, both times were on work nights."
"Are you coming with me or not?" Brandon rolled his bottom lip into his mouth as he waited for her answer. He hoped the answer was yes.
"I'll take a cab home," Camille answered dryly. "I was born at eleven twenty and it's only after ten."
Brandon stood and zipped his jacket. He did it slowly hoping his stubborn girlfriend would change her mind but she didn't. Now he would have to jack off instead of enjoying her. Even though he was frustrated, he tried to save face. "Suit yourself."
Camille laughed out loud when Brandon left her sitting there alone. After waiting ten minutes for the waitress, she gathered her things and took a seat at the long honey colored bar.
The stranger watched Camille's every move and marveled at her subtle sexiness. "Hi."
"Hi."
The lady extended her hand, "My name is Maxine Turner."
"I'm Camille Young."
"It looks like you had quite a party going on over there."
"Yeah, it's my birthday," she admitted.
"No shit...it's my birthday too." Maxine was stunned by the coincidence. Maybe that could be her opening.
Camille turned towards her, "You're joking?"
"No."
Maxine reached into her bag and pulled out her wallet so Camille did the same. They exchanged ID cards and then erupted in alcohol induced giggles.
"This calls for a celebration. How about a birthday drink? I'll buy yours if you'll buy mine."
"You've got yourself a deal," Camille said, signaling the bartender.
At eleven twenty, the minute she was born, she pulled out her cell phone to call a cab. "Where do you live?"
"Not too far away but it's kind of late to be out walking." She thought for a moment, "It's chilly out there, too."
"I can give you a ride. I don't mind...really."
Maxine let her eyes travel over Camille's body. She was wearing a rust colored dress that fit in all the right places. It was so form sitting that Maxine could see the outline of Camille's bra with great detail. She wondered if this stranger had meaty nipples and hoped for dark areolas since she considered that appealing. Maxine bit her lip as she was being drawn into her fantasy. What she wouldn't give to have her face smothered by this stranger's tits.
Camille broke Maxine's trance, "How much have you had to drink?"
"Two glasses of wine," Maxine gave Camille a reassuring look.
Forty minutes later they were parked in front of Camille's building. "Thanks again for the ride."
"No problem. Consider it my birthday gift to you."
Camille opened the car door and started to get out when she felt Maxine's hand on her arm. For a split second she felt uncomfortable because of the look on her face. Maxine quickly put her at ease.
"I forgot to ask, where you got that purse?"
"Actually, it's my roommates. I can ask her in the morning if you like. Why don't you give me your number?"
Maxine knew exactly what she was doing when she reached over to Camille's side of the car to open the glove compartment.
"Ok and I will get yours too, maybe we can have a drink sometime. You seem like a night owl, but your group of friends all left early."
"Please don't remind me of those party poopers," Camille huffed.
"Don't worry, I can hang all night," Maxine teased with sexual innuendo.
She gave that strange look again as she scratched out her name and number on a scrap of paper. When she leaned towards Camille to replace the pen, her hand grazed Camille's lap. Camille gave a nervous smile but her eyes traveled downward from Maxine's face to her over spilling cleavage. Her breasts were swaying gently as she fiddled with the lock on the glove box.
Camille briefly thought of her boyfriend as a warm feeling swept through her body. Maxine knew what the look on Camille's face was. It was a conflicted look of curiosity and horniness. Maxine tightened her pussy muscles a few times to keep that same feeling going in her own body. She couldn't wait to get home and pound her pussy with her dildo until her neighbors wondered if she could she take any more. Maxine shifted her ass in the driver's seat as her panties became soaked from the thought.
Camille recognized her own feelings of horniness but felt that she couldn't call Brandon since they had fought at the bar. When she caught herself staring down Maxine's blouse, she got out of the car and took a deep breath of the crisp night air. They exchanged numbers through the window and then Camille went inside.
There was a note from Felicia on the fridge. It reminded Camille to leave her ten dollars for the take out food earlier that evening. Camille was reluctant since her roommate had suggested the splurge and called it her birthday dinner. To Camille that was false advertising. Instead of bitching about it, she grabbed her wallet to get the money and laughed to herself. In the slot where her ID usually sat was Maxine's identification. They had switched them by mistake.
Camille took a quick shower and then snuggled with herself as she replayed the night's events over in her head. After checking the birthday messages on her answering machine, she called Maxine to tell her of the mishap.
A hazy voice answered. "Hello?"
Camille cleared her throat. "Hello, is Maxine there?"
"This is her."
"This is Camille, Camille Young from tonight."
"I was just thinking about you," Maxine answered breathlessly.
"Were you?"
Maxine found it difficult to continue masturbating. It was a delicate balance trying to hold the receiver, penetrate herself, and squeeze her nipples all at the same time.
"I'm sorry...can you hold on a minute?"
"Sure."
Max muted the phone and then moaned into it. Imagining Camille could hear the sensual noises pushed her closer to the edge. Max rolled over onto her stomach and began to fuck her trusty sex toy. She dropped the phone on the bed as her breathing quickened and came all over her crisp white cotton sheets. Maxine continued to stroke her tender clit until it was numb from her pussy contracting. When normality returned, she unmated the phone and expressed appreciation to her unassuming muse. "Thank you."
"For what?"
She told a fib. "For holding on."
"If you are busy, I can call tomorrow."
