This is another story featuring the character Shannon, first introduced in a previous story I wrote (Truth or Dare). Shannon is in fact based on a friend whom I met in college. This piece is loosely based on a night Shannon once described for me, though I've taken creative liberties with some of the details. While not all of the details are exactly as told to me, the hyper sexual attitudes and behaviors of the character herself as depicted in the story are rather true to her nature.
As always, if the subjects of these tags don't interest you, save yourself some time and skip to another story.
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My husband Andrew and I had just celebrated our twelfth wedding anniversary when it happened. That was exactly seventeen months and four days ago. I remember the precise date because it is one of those nights you never forget, that you feel changed you in some way. An awakening of sorts, though a rather unceremonious one, as it were.
To that point, our marriage had been a good one, but like so many others we had settled into a predictable routine. By most accounts, we have a great life. We are not fabulously wealthy, but certainly comfortable. We are very in love and have a mutual attraction to one another on many levels. Our sex life was consistent, if not overly exciting. In our late 30's we have both managed to stay in shape and would be what most consider an attractive couple. Some have teased Andrew that I should have been out of his league, but I've always felt in some ways, he was out of my league. He is extremely intelligent and has built a very successful career.
Over time, day-to-day married life had become rather routine. Andrew worked a lot and I volunteered at a local hospital. We didn't have much of a social life, but we did enjoy going out for drinks every once in a while: Sometimes we would go out as a couple, sometimes on our own with our individual friends. On occasion, I would meet up with a girlfriend or two for drinks, often just crashing at their place overnight to avoid having to drive home or have Andrew come and get me.
One of those friends was someone I'd met in college when I first moved here from my hometown a few hours away. Shannon was a dirty blonde, a bit taller and slightly heavier than I was, though some of those additional pounds could be attributed to her breasts. They were large, full, and seemed to have defied gravity even into her late 30's. They were impossible not to look at, whether you were a man or a woman, to the point it sometimes made it difficult to maintain eye contact during conversation.
She had always been what many would call a free spirit. To be more accurate, I would say she was unapologetically promiscuous. She was confident in who she was, loved the attention of men, and wasn't shy about sharing how much she loved sex. Her entire look and attitude oozed sexuality and she knew exactly how to use it to her advantage.
In many ways, she was the opposite of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude. I love sex, though, at that point, I'd only had 2 other partners outside of my husband. But I would certainly have been considered reserved compared to Shannon. If I'm being honest, I always envied her uninhibited lust for life.
She had married Shane 8 years ago and it would be safe to say their marriage bore little resemblance to mine and Andrews'. They were both hot-headed and their arguments typically escalated quickly. Sometimes I wondered if they took it to extremes just for the makeup sex, which she'd once confided was usually "very rough and very hot". Her words, not mine.
She had also told me stories of how she had on at least a few occasions, picked up a guy either via a dating app or at a bar for a one-night stand. She seemed unconcerned when I asked if she was worried about Shane catching her. I didn't agree with it, but I did get a bit excited living vicariously through Shannon's escapades. It wasn't hard to see why guys were so attracted to her.
That specific night, just about a year and a half ago now, I was getting ready to go to Shannon's for drinks. Andrew and I had been going through a longer than usual lull, and I was looking forward to a night out. It being with Shannon, I was even more excited. If anyone could give me a fun night to take my mind off of things, it was her. If nothing else, I may hear some salacious stories to add some spark to my uninspiring sex life.
I came downstairs and asked Andrew if he would give me a ride.
"Wow, you look fantastic!"
I was wearing a simple white cotton summer dress that stopped just above my knees. This one was particularly low cut, showing plenty of cleavage. A bit risqué for me, though probably wouldn't seem so to most.
"Why thank you," I said playfully and put my arms around him. "Hey, can you pick me up later when I'm ready to come home?"
I saw his face fall. I knew he hated sitting at home all night then having to come and pick me up at god knows what time.
"Why can't you just stay over?" he asked, almost pleading.
"I just want to come home to my own bed tonight. I will make it worth it for you," I added with a teasing smile. "You know how horny I get when I'm drinking."
That sealed the deal. Andrew had seemed particularly horny all day, and I knew he was eager to get laid. I figured after several drinks and a helping of Shannon's tales, I would likely be just as enthusiastic. All in all, it could turn into a great sex night, I thought. I didn't realize at the time just how unforgettable it would be.
As we pulled into Shannon and Shane's driveway, I saw Shane on their front deck having a cigarette. Andrew gave him a quick wave but Shane either didn't notice or paid him no attention. They weren't particularly close. Andrew always said he had a thing for me.
"I'll call you when I'm ready," I said and gave him a quick kiss before jumping out of the car and walking up the driveway.
I could see Shane watching me all the way. Shane often flirted with me, and though it sometimes made me uncomfortable, Shannon always laughed it off and said he was harmless and I should feel flattered, he thinks I'm hot.
"Nice dress," he said as I climbed the 3 steps up onto their front porch. I glanced his way, seeing his eyes were focused well below my face.
"Thanks. Is Shannon inside?" I asked, eager to get in the door.
He took a drag and made a motion with his head to go on in.
When I walked in, I saw Shannon standing at the kitchen counter. She was pouring a generous amount of rum into a blender already half full of some colorful concoction.
"We are starting with Daquiris!" she yelled at me over the loud whir of the blender.
She had a wide grin on her face and I suspected she may have gotten a significant head start on me. I took off my sandals and walked barefoot across the open living room to the kitchen.
"Fuck girl, you look hot!" she said, looking me up and down.
"What, this ol' thing?" I joked.
She gave me a big hug, her full breasts pressing into me. The strong smell of alcohol on her breath confirmed she had started drinking sometime earlier.
She filled two tall glasses and handed one to me. She clinked my glass with hers and we both took a drink. Jesus, a bit heavy on the rum, I thought. I followed her out onto the back deck before we settled into some patio chairs.
As usual, we gossiped and shared stories, though most were Shannon's. Mine usually seemed quite boring compared to hers. I always got a thrill hearing about Shannon's naughty escapades. Frankly, I envied her adventurous sex life. Sometimes it felt like she was sharing too much and other times I found myself hanging onto every word, hoping for more.
This particular story turned out to be the former. She was telling me how Shane had found a "hook up" website in her browsing history and had gotten angry with her. She had told him she had stumbled on it by accident, but he didn't seem to buy it and was pissed off. As she told me the story, she was giggling, as if the entire incident was as normal as could be.
