Brenda stared with disbelief at Alexandria’s bare breasts as Alexandria held her t-shirt pulled up and over her firm, bell-shaped tits.
“Well?” Alexandria asked.
Brenda interrupted immediately with a raised, open palm and snapped her fingers shut. “No, Alexandria. Not one more syllable until I have had a shot of whisky, or two, or twelve. Wine will no longer suffice.”
Brenda stood up from her couch, sauntered to her liquor cabinet, and walked like a model on a catwalk back to take her place next to Alexandria, who still had her breasts on display. Brenda sighed deeply as she unscrewed the cap of the Canadian Club Whisky bottle and tossed it over her shoulder. Never allowing her gaze to stray from Alexandria’s bare chest. Brenda slowly met Alexandria’s eyes and took a long swig straight from the bottle. She grimaced and shivered as the whisky burned its way down her throat.
Brenda then rolled one hand in small circles, signaling Alexandria to continue.
Alexandria chuckled. “Well? What do you think?”
Brenda sighed, mumbled incoherently under her breath, and took another swig of whisky. She replied in a harsher tone than she had intended, “What do I think about encouraging you to get laid outside of your marriage because your husband doesn’t fuck you properly and frequently anymore? Or what do I think about your psychedelicized tits?”
Alexandria pulled her t-shirt down over her breasts and huffed in disappointment. “I thought you’d be happy for me, Brenda.”
“Alexandria.” Brenda took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and strained to keep a calm and steady tone in her voice. “I encouraged you, as a friend who loves you and understands you are unsatisfied with the lack of sex in your marriage, as I am, to find a man and to fuck each other senseless.”
Alexandria replied with visible hurt in her eyes. “You told me to be adventurous and play out a fantasy. I thought you’d be happy for me. You wanted to hear every dirty detail over a bottle of wine or two. That’s what you made me promise you.”
Brenda wet her lips and sighed. “Yes, Alexandria. A fantasy. Something discreet. Perhaps picking up a young stud and fucking each other’s brains out in a seedy motel room. Getting the kind of fucking that makes you walk funny for a few days. Something most self-respecting, middle-aged, sexually frustrated, married women fantasize about.”
Brenda sat up straight as an arrow and shouted, “Not arranging a threesome with Freddy fucking Kruger and Count fucking Dracula! Have you not seen what your tits look like, Alexandria? The last time I saw so many bruises and bite marks, and God only knows what else on your tits, was in a cheap slasher movie!”
Alexandria jumped with a start at Brenda’s sudden outburst. Both women met their eyes in silence for a few seconds and then broke out in laughter.
Brenda offered Alexandria the whisky bottle. Alexandria grabbed it with both hands and took a small sip.
Alexandria huffed and calmly said, “I know what my tits look like, Brenda. And I absolutely adore every colorful bruise, welt, and bite mark. The only thing I’m sorry about is that the bruises are fading so quickly. I adore the color and the heat on the surface of my skin. My tits glowed red and pink, sprinkled with speckles of a deep burgundy, only yesterday. The glowing red faded too quickly into splotches of dull purple and yellow and tints of blue. I don’t regret anything that he did to me. I can’t wait to see him again.”
Brenda let her body sink into the couch and rubbed her temples with her palms. After a moment of mulling the situation over in her mind and realizing how genuinely happy Alexandria looked and sounded, she asked, “Please tell me I should not be worried, right? He didn’t force you in any way. You wanted and enjoyed,” Brenda stared at and pointed at Alexandria’s chest, “whatever the fuck that is?”
“Yes, Brenda! He was a gentleman from our first hello,” Alexandria laughed.
Brenda continued her interrogation out of concern for her friend: “Did it hurt? Weren’t you terrified? My God, Alexandria! Every square inch of your tits looks like you tie-dyed them! What if the marks don’t go away before our husbands get back from their fishing trip? They’ll be back in nine days. Fuck, Alexandria, what were you thinking?”
Alexandria huffed, “The marks on my tits will disappear long before our husbands return. That’s what he explained to me. And at the rate the marks are fading, he is correct.”
Brenda groaned loudly.
Alexandria continued, “Was I scared? I was scared shitless! Who wouldn’t be? But I wanted to experience something intensely unfettered and unique. And, yes, it hurt like hell! Oddly enough, the pain was more intense afterward. Even odder was how I wasn’t completely sure if I was feeling pleasure or pain at certain moments. I was hyper-sexually aroused. I’m still trying to understand and sort out the entire experience. I did experience a lot of pain, but it was also sexually gratifying. And in no way would I have done that with anyone else other than him that night. That is the one thing I am certain of.”
Brenda threw her arms up in the air. “Okay, Alexandria. You have my undivided attention. Who, what, blah, blah, blah? You know the drill.”
Alexandria leaned in closer to Brenda and excitedly said, “I decided that I would try to hook up with Brandon, the young cutie who works in our marketing department. He was my first choice. He’s always flirting with me at the office. If Brandon wasn’t available, I was determined to hook up with any guy that caught my eye and hit on me at the party for the grand opening of our new flagship office in Toronto.”
Brenda chuckled and nodded in approval. “Brandon is a cutie. And he has a sexy ass, too. Mommy wants to spank that gorgeous, tight ass. Grrr!”
Alexandria laughed. “I confess that I had dressed a bit too sexy for a business function."
Brenda chuckled, “When Mommy needs cock. The sluttier the outfit, the better. That’s what I have heard.” Both women broke out in laughter. Brenda said, “You make me proud! What did you wear?”
Alexandria smiled mischievously and replied, “I bought the DOLCE&GABBANA bustier jersey minidress and the black Manolo Blahnik slingback stilettos we looked at in Holt Renfrew.”
“Ooo!” Brenda purred, “You must have looked stunning!”
Alexandria nodded and blushed a bit. “I felt so sexy and so alive. I could not remember the last time I felt so good about myself. I sat my ass down in a chair at the bar. One elbow on the arm of the chair, bare legs crossed and pointed away from the bar. When I spotted Brandon, I flashed him a big smile. He smiled back, waved, and made his way towards me.”
“That’s when I heard Benjamin order a drink. ‘Johnny Walker Black, neat, please.’” Alexandria said.
Brenda interjected with a wisecrack, “Count fucking Dracula’s name is Benjamin?”
“Yes, Benjamin Kane. I heard as much as I felt his voice. I felt like he fucked me with his voice,” Alexandria explained.
“Hmmm,” Brenda involuntarily reacted.
Alexandria continued, “I swiveled the chair around to have a look at the owner of the voice. My legs banged into his ass. I could have died from embarrassment. I looked up at him and stuttered something that sounded like an apology. He looked down at me and just smiled. I apologized six or seven times in a row. I was instantly mesmerized and a little bit scared of him. You know when you cannot explain what immediately attracts you to a man? That is what it felt like. But he took me somewhere in my mind that I do not believe I had ever been to."
Alexandria paused.
Brenda whispered under her breath, “Sounds like you had a dizzying moment. Go on.”
“Yes, it was dizzying and thrilling. He was very gracious. He made me laugh when he said, ‘Your first four apologies were more than sufficient for a tap on my rear with such a lovely pair of legs.’”
“He winked at me and introduced himself. ‘I am Benjamin Kane,’” said Alexandria.
Alexandria continued, “I smiled back and told him that it was a pleasure to meet him. He is ruggedly handsome and looked fetching in a tailored gray metal suit and a charcoal tie. His neatly trimmed gray and black goatee complemented his tall, imposing stature. His salt and pepper hair was meticulously groomed and brushed back and away from his striking face. Brandon broke the spell when he tapped me on the shoulder and invited me to join him and his friends at their table.”
Brenda chuckled. “Great timing.”
Alexandria laughed. “I accepted Brandon’s invitation, naturally. As I followed Brandon, I realized I had not introduced myself to Mr. Kane. I decided that if it didn’t work out with Brandon, I could approach Benjamin and use the missed introduction as a second icebreaker.” Alexandria coyly smiled.
“You are incorrigible!” Brenda laughed aloud.
“Yes! It’s amazing what the need for good fucking brings out in us,” Alexandria laughed. “I frequently scanned the restaurant to keep Mr. Kane on my radar. He was always engaged in what looked like business conversations with separate groups of people. Of course, the obligatory, ever-present hair flipping, laughing too loud, standing too close, and placing one hand on his chest as they spoke, Hussies, made me a bit jealous.”
“Ha!” Brenda exclaimed, “The pot is calling the kettle black!”
Alexandria laughed, “Guilty as charged! An hour or so later, I spotted him headed to the patio. I excused myself from the table. It was exhausting pretending to be interested in some video game or other Brandon and his friends went on and on about.”
“Poor Alexandria,” Brenda teased. “You should have grabbed Brandon’s cock under the table and growled in his ear that you wanted a proper fucking. That would have gotten his attention and made him forget all about the kiddie games. This generation of young studs is useless. They are denying two generations of women the hot sex they deserve. Most importantly, obviously, is our generation’s need for the younger boys to pound our pussies occasionally to keep us sane. It’s maddening!”
“Brenda!” Alexandria protested with a chuckle. “I followed him to the patio and said hello. The night was beautiful. There was not a cloud in sight, and the stars were so bright. I was transfixed by his gaze again. His eyes had kindness in them. Beneath the kindness was a burning intensity that called to me, and I had to touch it. I was thrilled, horny, and scared at the same time. He made my pussy hum and clench mercilessly. I got a flutter in my belly that made my knees knock. I lost my balance for an instant and almost toppled over in my heels.”
“He grabbed both my arms and steadied me. He slid his hands down my arms and grasped both my wrists. He lifted my left hand to his chest and rubbed my wedding band between his fingers and thumb.”
Alexandria closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “So, that is when the dickwad ruined the perfect moment.”
“He asked me, ‘Will you be leaving your wedding band on or taking it off when we fuck?’”
Brenda sat up like a bullet shot from a gun. and said, “Fuck! I want to call him a son-of-a-bitch and a pig. But that is sexy in a dirty way! I still don’t like him.”
Alexandria scrunched her nose and quickly replied, “Yes! I was torn between slapping his stupid face and calling him an asshole or hiking my dress up and spreading my legs for him. But I wasn’t going to let on about the spreading my legs option. I was dumbfounded. I scolded him. ‘That is a very arrogant and offensive assumption, Mr. Kane!’ I spat out each word with as much venom as I could inject into every syllable! For a fleeting second, I questioned why I had referred to him as Mr. Kane and not Benjamin. Perhaps it was a subconscious need to be dominated by him.”
Alexandria paused for a moment to gather her thoughts.
“Don’t stop!” Brenda egged her friend on.
Alexandria continued, “His reply was in a firm and matter-of-fact tone.”
“He said, ‘Yes, Blue Starlight. I will agree with you that it is a very arrogant assumption. I apologize if I have offended you. But I wager that you are not offended,’” Alexandria huffed.
“Bastard!” Brenda exclaimed in support of her friend. “I definitely don’t like him.”
“All I managed to sputter out was, ‘What the fuck is Blue Starlight?’” Alexandria said.
“What he said next made me swoon like a virgin schoolgirl. With a growl low in his throat, he said, ‘Your intoxicating blue eyes reflect the white starlight in a hue of blue. It slipped your mind to introduce yourself to me. So, I improvised with something that would do justice to your beauty. Did I do you justice, Blue Starlight?’”
Brenda sighed. “Fuck me! This arrogant, bargain-bin poet is making me wet. He is smooth. I will give the silver-tongued devil his due. But I still do not like him!”
Alexandria laughed. “I was dripping wet. All I wanted to do in that moment was slap his stupid face and fuck his brains out at the same time.”
“I hope you did both,” Brenda chuckled.
Alexandria cleared her throat and sheepishly said, “I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard. I swear, Brenda, I just could not stop myself. I just had to kiss him!”
