Sally continued to stare at the green numbers on the clock near her bed. 12:01 it read. For two hours now she had laid there, tossed and turned but to no avail, sleep still was not coming. "And after drinking the better part of a whole bottle of that white wine," she thought to herself. Hmm, maybe it was having a reverse affect and keeping her awake. No that wasn't it she was sure. She rolled onto her side away from the clock and her eyes fell now upon the empty space of her queen bed. Touching the still sheets near her body, she told her herself that her bed has been empty for far too long. "Yes," she reminded herself, now focused on a solitary thought. That is what was keeping her awake, pure and simple desire.
Slowly in the dark while slowly grazing her top teeth over her bottom lip, Sally thought back to what a passionate kiss felt like. The pressing of lips upon lips, that slight parting as tongue extends to feel another's lips, fingers twirling another's hair, and soft moans. She stopped herself for a moment pondering if she wanted to spend this night again thrashing around with her favorite pillow. But pillows don't kiss back.
As Sally slowly squeezed her thighs together she recalled in detail the phone conversation that occurred just before she had lain down to sleep. Becky, one of her better friends, had called her asking Sally to listen to a song that was playing over the speaker system of where she was calling from. Becky said the song reminded her of Sally, A strange thing for Becky to call about, but then she was half drunk anyway. That Sally could tell. Not hearing the song well because there was too much other background noise, Sally asked Becky where she was. Becky told Sally she was out watching a friend dance. What? Becky then explained to Sally that she was sitting in a small corner strip club near the pier watching her friend Victoria dance on stage. Becky said, Victoria's car was not running well and needed a ride to work and back, and Becky being the friend she was agreed to help.
And so now the same thoughts Sally had been thinking during the past two hours of tossing and turning in bed rushed back to the foreground of her thoughts. She imagined Becky sitting in this dark place watching her voluptuous friend on a raised stage. Sally imagined Victoria's tan and trim body clad in only a g-string as she grinded her hips seductively to the music. Men with no faces or features sitting around staring at the teasing vixen and sliding paper bills under her thin black waistband in hopes for a closer look . . . even a feel. In the back of the club at a small table sat Becky on the phone as she sipped another drink.
"What the fuck," Sally thought, Becky is there seeing this and "the music reminds her of me?" Or maybe there was more to the meaning of the phone call? Was Becky teasing Sally in some way? Well if she was, it seemed to be working well. Sally rolled back over and looked at the clock again, 12:28, sleep is not coming anytime soon it seems, she thought.
Finally making a decision, Sally sat up in bed and letting the sheet fall from her naked body she moved to get up. Walking carefully to the bureau she found her phone and turned it on. The pale blue light of the phone flashed and exposed Sally's nude frame in the dark. Biting her lower lip again Sally thought for a moment and then commented to action, telling herself that it would be right to call Becky and make sure she and Victoria made it home okay from the club.
The phone rang, once, twice, three times until finally Sally hear Becky's voice on the other end. Talking in a hushed whisper Sally asked if Becky was okay . . . curious if she made it home alright. Becky told her they were still at the club and that Victoria had one more routine to do before calling it a night. Becky asked what Sally what she was doing up at this hour and Sally told her she couldn't sleep.
Laughing Becky said, "Well maybe you should come out for a drink." During the conversation Sally's other hand was slowly drifting down her torso, nails gliding over her belly button and down to the rise of her mound.
Softly an "Okay," trailed out of Sally's mouth.
"Okay, you know where the place is," Becky asked?
"I think so," Sally stammered.
"Okay, see you soon and come quickly for I think Victoria will be on soon," Becky said and then was gone.
As Sally set down her phone she realized where her other hand was and blushed in the dark.
Needing to dress quickly and feeling a certain rush now, Sally grabbed for her clothes that were still piled up on the floor. In the dark she felt for and then found her lace panties and put them on followed by the jeans she had worn during the day and then finally her red top. She figured she didn't wear a bra all day so why start now.
