I get out of the shower, one towel on my head, the other wrapped around my body. I wipe the steam off of the mirror with my hand and examine my face. I can still feel his kisses on my cheek, neck and forehead. Its been twelve hours but they seem to linger on even after a good nights sleep and long shower. I feel pretty confident that I will hear from Zane today. Last nights movie night turned complete make out session was really steamy. When I left, I know I at least felt pretty satisfied. I definitely gave him a lot to think over, but it seemed like he is really interested. If his massive erection during our memorable dry sex session wasn’t a clue than im not sure what was.
I finish getting around for the day as Gabby. I wear the normal attire, short shorts, a slim fitting shirt, sandals and let my hair down and straight. Oh, and, underwear. I grab my clothes from the weekend, put them in my mesh hamper and set them by the front door. Then I grab my grocery totes, phone, purse, keys and head out the door with my hamper in my other hand. Mondays are usually my errand days. I head to the dry cleaners first, then I run to the store to get any food I think I may need during the week and lastly I go to the deli for the last of my grocery shopping. Once I drop off my groceries at my house, I run to the other side of town and meet my girls at the Coffee Tree.
I walk in just in time to see that the other girls are still in line to get their coffees. Natalie spots me first. “See I told you she would be here on time today.”
“What?” I said. “Did you guys think I would bail on you?” I examine the menu to see what their special is for the day, even though I always get the same thing. Emily grabs her cappuccino off of the counter and I see that Ricky is working today. Wonderful. Well I guess id rather turn him down while im in a good mood. Emily walks by me, “Did you get my message the other day about Anna’s party? I didn’t hear back from you.”
“Yeah I did, and I got a new bikini just for the occasion!” I said, “Oh and I hope Anna doesn’t already have a three-story Barbie house.” I pull my wallet out of my purse and look up at Emily to see she is giving me one of those “And where do you expect me to put that” looks. “I saw it and it had her name written all over it! She will love it Em. I also got her Barbie’s’ and a car for them. Don’t give me that look!” I give her a sassy final look and walk up to the counter to order my large banana latte with soy milk.
“Good morning Gabby!” Oh poor Ricky. Maybe one day I will feel weak and give in to that poor kid. I wonder how much pressure this glass counter could hold. “Would you like your usual today? Our special for the day is a mint chocolate chip mocha. You can get it iced or even frozen.” I can see that he cleaned up a bit today. Got a nice haircut, growing out a goatee, and has on some worn in jeans and a button up shirt with a white shirt under it. He really does have a nice smile and manners.
“Actually Ricky, ill just take my usual.” I smile and hand him my check card. “ Thank you though.” I turn and look back to my friends who all instantly turn back towards each other and make small talk. Ricky hands me my card and then goes to make my drink. “Really girls? Hes old enough to be my little brother!” Natalie chokes back a laugh.
“And your point is? Being a cougar is all the rage these days! Live a little! How long has it been since you’ve been with a guy Gabby? We are worried that you may be thinking of joining the Nunnery.” It takes every bit of self strength to not burst into laughter or even crack the tinniest smile at that comment. If they truly knew how opposite I am to a Nun I think they would shit rubber bricks.
“It hasn’t been that long. Im a long way away from reclaiming my virginity.” As that last word comes out of my mouth, Ricky walks back up to the counter with my coffee and he has clearly heard every word I said. His cheeks are red and he looks a little clammy. The girls are trying to cover up their laughter with their coffee mugs but I can see their shoulders shrugging from holding back the laughter. “Thanks Ricky, really. This looks great.” He continues to stand their behind the counter staring at me as if his hard on has made his legs stiff as well. “Geeze girls, I think you just gave him wack off material for his lunch break. Thanks.” Not that I am opposed to being wack material, just not to kids.
Caroline is the first to stop laughing and actually start a real conversation. “So last night Randy and I were, ya know, going at it.” Sex talk that doesn’t involve my actual sex life is always a great topic. “And he reaches on top of the head board for something, which to this very second im not sure what it was he was looking for, and when his hand comes back down he has my vibrator in his hand.”
“You keep yours on your headboard?” Natalie interrupts and sounds all high school girl gossip. “ That’s awfully ballsy since Randy is so jealous of it. I keep mine in a shoe box in my closet. Anytime my husband goes into the closet he just thinks its another pair of shoes. Problem solved!” She sips her coffee all proud of herself for her well hidden dong.
“Well I forgot to put it back in its hiding spot when I used it last. Needless to say, he slept on the couch after we finished. I could tell his pride was hurt too.”
“Show the poor guy how to use the damn thing! Make him love it just as much as you do. He wont feel so threatened if you make him use it on you.” It just kind of flew out of my mouth. Natalie and Emily looked at me as if I had seven heads. “Yes I know a little bit about toys. I am a single female with working hands.”
“No wonder you don’t want pretty boy behind the counter.” Natalie slaps my thigh playful like. “I almost feel as if there is a whole side of you I don’t even know now!” Actually Nat, there is!
“I read books, and some of those books have sex scenes that involve all kinds of kinky things. So maybe one day decided I wanted to experiment for myself and by myself.” Well actually, some of those books seemed like pages ripped from my own personal life. Carolyn looks at me like shes seeing me for the first time and in awe.
“Really? So your telling me he wont want to destroy it if he uses it on me?” My what a great conversation to have at a busy coffee shop.
“Yes.” I put down my coffee cup and move closer to the edge of my seat. “If you don’t know what you like in bed, sex toys are great for that. They help you enjoy sex, I mean, so ive read. For example, one of the characters in one of the books I read,” and by that I mean me, “ Made a guy use a dildo on her because of how inexperienced he was. She wanted him to use that to see what made her moan and such. She also used it in front of him to show him her favorite things as well. I bet Randy would like watching that. Its like free porn without the pop-ups. Well, I mean, besides his pop-up.” I look around to see who all is staring at us. My friends are just staring at me like im a celebrity.
Emily finally says, “I heard that anal sex is exciting.” We all bust into laughter.
Back at my house, I check my messages to see if Zane has tried to call me. I typically don’t give out my cell phone number to anyone unless they are my friends, mom or contracted subs. So Zane definitely would only have my land line number. The narrator on my answering machine tells me that I have no new messages. Well its only been twenty-four hours since I blatantly told him that I wanted to use him for his wealth and dick. I cut up some fruit and head to the couch to watch some tv. Daytime television is boring. Its full of soaps that relish of the infidelities of couples and talk shows that talk mostly about the headlining news. I prefer celebrity gossip shows and The Ellen Show. I sure hope when im in my fifties I can move like her. At some point I doze off during re-runs of Full House. When I wake up I realize its dark outside and I check to see if my phone rang while I was asleep. “No new messages” sounds from my answering machine. Ok, no time to worry. I mean, if he doesn’t call, ill just find another. Sure it would be great to see what that delicious piece of meat would look like all sprawled out, tied up and naked on my bed. No big deal though.
I make a quick dinner consisting of a BLT sandwich, some rice and peas. Then I put my jammies on and grab my book from my nightstand and head back to the couch to read.
At some point I fell asleep while reading and I woke up to my book laying across my chest. I grab the remote off of the coffee table to turn the tv on to see what time it is. The display says that its seven in the morning. Turning off the tv, I get up, set my book on the coffee table and stretch. Once I feel a little more awake, I get up and head to the kitchen to start some coffee. I look at the answering machine contemplating whether or not I should see if I have any new messages. “Fuck it” I say, then head to my bedroom to pick out my clothes. Today I have decided on yoga pants, and a sea blue tank top.
After my shower and daily make-up routine is done, I head back out the kitchen to pour myself some coffee. As I take my first sip of my coffee, I look over at the answering machine again. I keep staring at it, debating whether or not I should push the button. After ive downed an entire cup and a half of coffee, I feel really anxious and jittery. I walk over and push the damn button just to hear the dumb bitch tell me I don’t have any new messages. At this point I think to myself, “Well it has only been a day and a half, I guess he needs more time.” I begin pacing around my living room, thinking back on how I handed him the contract, the look on his face as I was explaining myself and the questions he asked. Was I too forceful? Maybe I came off as a prostitute! Nah, I made myself clear of my intentions and told him what I usually do. After a few minutes of going back and forth as to what I said or didn’t say I blert out, “Wait, maybe he is a virgin!” I bet that’s it! I mean, what other man would wait this long to agree to a proposition like I have bestowed upon him. He could be gay, but I don’t think he would have been all over me like he was Sunday night. The only other thing I could come up with than virgin was that he was already dating someone else. I quickly threw that idea out even though it has happened before. Not only did that guy apologize to me while I dug my heels into his testicles, I told his girlfriend and im sure what she did to him was much worse.
(ADDED 7/30) By Wednesday morning I was feeling like he wasn’t going to ever call. Typically I wouldn’t care in this situation but for some reason Im really stuck on this guy. I don’t usually get told no and I rarely ever don’t get a call back from guys I approach. It happens from time to time and I usually shrug it off.
As my cab pulls into Emily’s driveway, there are at least thirty cars parked and about a million kids running amuck. “Wonderful” I say to myself as I roll my eyes. I get out of my car and walk out back to the pool area. I wore my new bright purple and green tie-dyed bikini and white lace over lay that I got when at the Manhattan Mall with my mom. As soon as I opened the gate to walk to into the back yard, dads from all across the lawn stopped what they were doing and stared. I roll my eyes and walk over to my girls sitting under a huge umbrella propped up on the lawn and shielding them from the sun. “Hey girls! Quite the turn out for a seven year olds party don’t ya think Em?” A few dads I see are trying not to be so inconspicuous about staring. Sure your sunglasses are hiding your wondering eyes. Not. A few wives slap their husbands which makes me smile. Good, beat them a little more and you wouldn’t have to worry about me.
Emily stands up and gives me a hug, “Well you know I cant resist throwing a good social gathering. This is where it all starts for Anna.” She takes a sip of her drink and waves her arms as if showing off her yard. “The parenting magazines say that seven is a big time in a girls life. They are trying to figure out where they will fit in at school and with friends.”
“She’s seven Em, not twenty-one and off to the bars to embarrass you by stripping on a bar or anything.” I look around to see where the adult beverages are located. Emily never has a party unless some sort of alcohol can be involved. I spot a watermelon with a tap screwed into it. “Wow, we are going with watermelon grain today? Nice choice.”
“She wanted to do jello shots. “Caroline laughs. “I didn’t think they would be appropriate since kids love jello. Could you imagine?” We all laugh and Emily shrugs her shoulders and lays back in her chaise lounger. I walk over to the table with the tapped watermelon and pour myself a cup. As I walk back towards the girls, Anna runs up.
“Aunt Gabby! You came!” Oh this kid is going to be the death of me. Its no secret that I am not a kid person but I have watched this girl grow up and I will admit I have a soft spot for her. Not to mention, this girl has style!.
“Hey birthday girl! How are you? I mean your what, sixteen today. I bet your excited to get your license!” I pick her up and swing her around, she laughs and right before I get too dizzy I put her down.
“No Aunt Gabby, im seven today. Geeze, I cant even reach the petals in a car. Will you throw me in the pool? I can jump in now without plugging my nose!” She stands there full of sass and matter of fact. In her cute multi-colored leopard print bikini. How can you say no?
“Absolutely. But just once.” She nods and runs over to tell her friends that her Aunt Gabby is going to throw her in and they need to watch. They all gather around the pool as I sit my bag down and grab Abby to throw her in. She makes a tiny splash and all of the hellions laugh and jump in after her. She comes up laughing and splashing around.
After we sing our happy birthdays and devour the cake and ice cream, Abby opens her presents. When she opens mine she screams a shrill ear piercing scream of excitement and tells her dad to put the house together now. Losing interest five minutes later, the kids are all back in the pool playing tag. An hour later, I help Emily clean up the busted balloons, smashed cake, soaked crepe paper and hose off the patio from all of the spilled drinks. We sit down in the chaise loungers admiring our hard work and finish off the grain filled watermelon. Once I sober up, I call a cab to take me back home.
I unlock my door to my condo, sit down my bag and hit play on my answering machine. “One new message” says my machine. “Gabriella, its uh, Zane. I realize its been a few days since we spoke last. I, uh, think we should talk. Um, could you give me a call back? I am at the office until about 4 today but then I should be available. So, uh, yeah.”
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