Part 3

I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass of the door as I unlocked it. I'd gone out feeling confident I looked good. Sensing it was almost inevitable that after a few drinks and a bit of laughter we would be heading back to his place. It had been a while since I'd been touched and how I ached for it. To know a man wanted to fuck me. To feel the promise of a cock hard with desire. To feel someone elses fingers stroke me. All those illicit thoughts had raced through my mind in the seconds it took me to cross the bar. My casual smile and wave  belied the fact that my clit was starting to swell as my thighs brushed against each other. I was sure tonight I would be relieved of my building frustration. I was so ready. However as those early minutes passed it soon became clear he was less witty in reality, he talked about himself far too much, he was rude to waitresses, he kept looking at his phone. "Should I just fuck him anyway?" I'd thought but no, I couldn't. I stayed just long enough to not appear too rude and made my excuses. Back home - disappointed, disatisfied and disallusioned, I threw my jacket and keys on the sofa and headed upstairs for an early night.

I undressed. The sight of my underwear a reminder of my misplaced optimism. How I'd stepped into those expensive knickers hoping they wouldn't be on long. I couldn't help thinking as I passed the full length mirror that I looked good. Very fuckable. Especially in the lamp light. He didnt know what he was missing. I idly traced the contours of my lace clad plump tits and gave my nipples a little squeeze. Turned round and admired my ample backside in my bedroom mirror and gave it a light slap. His loss. I angled my head to each side as I viewed my curvaceous figure. My hands moved down my body and I felt that familiar twitch of arousal as my fingers brushed the front of my knickers. I lay on the bed. Maybe I'd feel better with a little self pleasuring. Perhaps he had gone home aching. Maybe he had really wanted me. Perhaps he was was having to relieve himself in frustration. This power dynamic made me throb a little. I started to circle my clit with the fingers of my right hand and shut my eyes to block out the persistent flashing light on my bedside table reminding me of reality. I expected it was the guy asking if I'd got home ok. He was dull and self absorbed but probably decent enough to do that. I tried to ignore it but it was distracting. The idea of him wanking over me more appealing than the reality of his polite concern, I sighed as I picked up the phone.

Oh .....

"Hi! How's the hot date going? K x"

"It isn't. Bit of a let down. Home now."

"Oh no. I'm sorry"

"Yeah, I'd got new underwear and everything. What are you up to?"

Other than these occasional work nights out, our friendship had barely left the the office. We didn't message. I was surprised she'd even remembered the date I'd mentioned. I remembered though the enthusiasm with which she'd embraced me as we left. The smell of her shampoo. The surprising firmness of her breasts as they'd pressed against me. It had fleetingly taken my mind back to the hotel trip. Had she sensed it too?

"Wow. His loss. I'm drinking wine alone. Got any in? Fancy joining me? We can chat. Make up for your evening. You can tell me all about it"

Taken aback by her candour, "Gimme a minute" I replied.

As I poured a large glass of red in my tiny kitchen, I was aware of my heart beating a little faster. Of a swirl of excitement deep within. Another message buzzed as I reentered the bedroom.

"Shall we video call? Will feel a bit more sociable?"

I got under a blanket. Yeah sure.

Kirsty's smiling face appeared. She was without her trademark red lipstick but she still looked great. She seemed a bit tipsy.

"Aaah look at you all glam. Show me that underwear then. Someone might as well see it"

To my surprise gave a quick coy flash.

She feigned shock and momentarily bit her bottom lip. "So what went wrong?"

"Oh I don't want to go over it. Let's just say he was better via a screen. I knew within minutes I didn't fancy him but it's been that long I wondered if I should just go home with him anyway"

"No. You should never settle." She slurped her wine "How long?"

"A few months. I've had a couple of recent dates but they never quite measure up. I've got too fussy I think. At one time I'd have just ....you know ....  but it doesn't seem worth the awkward morning anymore"

Kirsty rolled her eyes. "Oh I know! Sometimes it's just easier to sort yourself out"

I spluttered in my drink, feeling like I'd been exposed . She couldn't tell could she? "Well funny you should say that. When you .... " I stopped myself continuing

"No go on ....."

I was embarrassed "No no no"

"No! When I messaged? Really? Well you shouldn't have stopped on my account" She laughed. Amused but not shocked.

We chatted a little longer. How had I never noticed her dirty laugh before? The way she threw her head back. At around the third glass of wine she'd got into her bed too and now she wriggled out of a dressing gown and dropped it at the side of the bed. "Sorry. Too warm". Was she naked?

The thought of her naked body under that quilt stirred up a curious heat deep inside. I was aware of repeatedly squeezing my thighs together in the way that secretly stimulates my clit.

Her question again made me feel like she'd read my mind, "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No"

"I haven't. Not really but lately ......"

I was aware if my cheeks flushing. "What?"

"Well lately I've been thinking if I should see ..... See if I like it. I could have been missing out" She took another swig of wine whilst holding my gaze through the screen. "Haven't you ever wondered?"

It felt like a dare. A challenge to say something outrageous. I responded with a half smile and a raise of the eyebrows which was at odds with my racing heart and the increasing dampness in my knickers.