its sharp talons. The walls of my vagina close around the cock, pulsate against it as my body explodes.
For the next minute or so, I simply lie there, my body spent from my release. The sound of my heavy breathing mixes with the faint sound of fucking emanating from the TV. I reach for the remote and turn the movie off.
Then I pull out the vibrator, head off the bed and go to my bathroom to clean up.
When I’m back under my covers, I snuggle against my pillow and try to summon some of the warmth I felt during my orgasm.
I can’t.
Later that morning, after I eat breakfast alone in my kitchen, I decide that I must get out of the house. First, I call Annelise, but she doesn’t answer, so I call another friend, Risha. We’re not extremely close, but occasionally go to the spa or hair salon together where we can spend a few hours gossiping.
Risha is home, and we make plans to meet an hour later at the spa we frequent downtown. I tell her I’ll call the spa to schedule pedicures, and that she’ll hear from me only if we can’t get an appointment.
An hour later, Risha is heading to the building’s steps as I park in an available spot on the street. I toot the horn, and she glances over her shoulder. When she sees me, she smiles and waves.
I finish parking and get out of the car. Risha rushes toward me, her arms outspread.
We hug, air kiss.
“Wow, Claudia. You look amazing.”
“I do?”
“Yes. Really amazing. Your hair—you put auburn highlights?”
“Subtle highlights. I was tired of the jet black.”
“Well, seeing how happy you look, no one would know you so recently broke up with the love of your life.”
It’s exactly that kind of comment that irks me where Risha’s concerned, and one of the reasons I’ll never consider her a close friend. She simply doesn’t get me.
I don’t worry about it, because she fulfills a purpose in my life. I never have to go to the spa, or shopping for designer clothes, alone.
Risha opens the spa’s heavy door, then gestures for me to enter. “After you.”
I walk in. The hostess at the front greets me with a warm smile. “Hello, Ms. Fisher, Ms. Taylor.”
“Hello,” Risha and I say in unison.
“You can come right this way.”
The long-haired brunette leads us around the corner and to the back of the salon, where the pedicure tables are set up. I recognize Alice and Bree, the women who will give us our pedicures, as they’ve worked on us before.
Alice, who’s working with me today, instructs me to take my sandals off and slip my feet into the warm, bubbling water. I do, and beside me, Risha does the same.
“How’s Ryan?” I ask Risha.
“He’s great,” Risha answers. “Passed the Bar, and he’s interviewing with a few firms in Atlanta. Also some in New York.”
“So he might be moving?”
“ We might be moving.”
“He popped the question?” I ask excitedly, my eyes already searching for the rock on her left hand I must have somehow missed.
“No, not yet. But once he accepts a position with a firm, I’m sure he will.”
“Right.” I nod, hoping for Risha’s sake that Ryan is planning exactly that. That he doesn’t turn out to be another Adam.
I glance at Alice, an attractive and plump woman in her mid-forties, who is scrubbing my feet. She grins at me like buffing people’s feet is what she’s happiest doing. I don’t believe it is, though. I mean, it can’t be. I wonder if she’s aspired to greater things in her life, and why she settled on this career path.
The sound of voices has me turning to my left to see who is about to join us in this portion of the salon.
And that’s when my stomach takes a nosedive.
Hell, no! What’s that bitch doing here?
“Who?”
Risha’s question lets me know I voiced my thought out loud.
“Ah, Arlene…” Risha nods in Arlene Nash’s direction, who happens to be the woman who immediately got involved with Adam when our relationship ended—if not before.
Arlene sees me.
For the next minute or so, I simply lie there, my body spent from my release. The sound of my heavy breathing mixes with the faint sound of fucking emanating from the TV. I reach for the remote and turn the movie off.
Then I pull out the vibrator, head off the bed and go to my bathroom to clean up.
When I’m back under my covers, I snuggle against my pillow and try to summon some of the warmth I felt during my orgasm.
I can’t.
Later that morning, after I eat breakfast alone in my kitchen, I decide that I must get out of the house. First, I call Annelise, but she doesn’t answer, so I call another friend, Risha. We’re not extremely close, but occasionally go to the spa or hair salon together where we can spend a few hours gossiping.
Risha is home, and we make plans to meet an hour later at the spa we frequent downtown. I tell her I’ll call the spa to schedule pedicures, and that she’ll hear from me only if we can’t get an appointment.
An hour later, Risha is heading to the building’s steps as I park in an available spot on the street. I toot the horn, and she glances over her shoulder. When she sees me, she smiles and waves.
I finish parking and get out of the car. Risha rushes toward me, her arms outspread.
We hug, air kiss.
“Wow, Claudia. You look amazing.”
“I do?”
“Yes. Really amazing. Your hair—you put auburn highlights?”
“Subtle highlights. I was tired of the jet black.”
“Well, seeing how happy you look, no one would know you so recently broke up with the love of your life.”
It’s exactly that kind of comment that irks me where Risha’s concerned, and one of the reasons I’ll never consider her a close friend. She simply doesn’t get me.
I don’t worry about it, because she fulfills a purpose in my life. I never have to go to the spa, or shopping for designer clothes, alone.
Risha opens the spa’s heavy door, then gestures for me to enter. “After you.”
I walk in. The hostess at the front greets me with a warm smile. “Hello, Ms. Fisher, Ms. Taylor.”
“Hello,” Risha and I say in unison.
“You can come right this way.”
The long-haired brunette leads us around the corner and to the back of the salon, where the pedicure tables are set up. I recognize Alice and Bree, the women who will give us our pedicures, as they’ve worked on us before.
Alice, who’s working with me today, instructs me to take my sandals off and slip my feet into the warm, bubbling water. I do, and beside me, Risha does the same.
“How’s Ryan?” I ask Risha.
“He’s great,” Risha answers. “Passed the Bar, and he’s interviewing with a few firms in Atlanta. Also some in New York.”
“So he might be moving?”
“ We might be moving.”
“He popped the question?” I ask excitedly, my eyes already searching for the rock on her left hand I must have somehow missed.
“No, not yet. But once he accepts a position with a firm, I’m sure he will.”
“Right.” I nod, hoping for Risha’s sake that Ryan is planning exactly that. That he doesn’t turn out to be another Adam.
I glance at Alice, an attractive and plump woman in her mid-forties, who is scrubbing my feet. She grins at me like buffing people’s feet is what she’s happiest doing. I don’t believe it is, though. I mean, it can’t be. I wonder if she’s aspired to greater things in her life, and why she settled on this career path.
The sound of voices has me turning to my left to see who is about to join us in this portion of the salon.
And that’s when my stomach takes a nosedive.
Hell, no! What’s that bitch doing here?
“Who?”
Risha’s question lets me know I voiced my thought out loud.
“Ah, Arlene…” Risha nods in Arlene Nash’s direction, who happens to be the woman who immediately got involved with Adam when our relationship ended—if not before.
Arlene sees me.
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