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Like A New Woman – Part 2
“So,” Cassie asked, peering over her coffee cup, “Any more ‘adventures’?”
I could hear the air quotes around “adventures” and I knew exactly what kind of “adventures” she was asking about.
“Well…” I began. She put her cup down and leant forwards. “But I’m not sure I should tell you.”
“You should! You should!” she urged.
I laughed, wanting to hold out on her for a little longer but unable to in the face of her obvious interest.
“Okay, okay!” I paused for effect and sipped my coffee. It felt incredibly mischievous to be talking about these things in the middle of a crowded café at this time of day.
“Tell me!” Cassie instructed earnestly. Or perhaps pleaded is more the word I should use.
“After that first time,” I began.
“With the boots.”
“I’m glad you remember.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and I wasn’t even there.” I smiled: I’d never forget.
“Anyway, after the first time, it was as if nothing had happened.”
“You mean you didn’t talk about it?” I shook my head.
“Ellie seemed so embarrassed after we’d had sex and she was splayed out on the floor with those thigh-high boots on. I didn’t want to bring it up.”
“Your relationship is weird,” Cassie said, “If I want something, I just tell Amber. ‘Touch me here.’ ‘Lick me there.’ etc. You get the picture.”
I was lost in thought for a second; I very much got the picture.
“I can’t imagine all the things you two are repressing,” she continued, “Or perhaps, maybe I can, now that we’ve seen this side to Ellie.”
“Do you want to hear what happened or not?”
“Sorry! Very much so.” She mimed a zipping motion over her mouth, but I had a better chance of ending up in bed with her than I had of keeping her quiet when sex was the topic of conversation.
“So, we were going to go out, and I had trousers and a shirt on.”
“Good effort.”
“Thank you.”
“And Ellie?”
“She was nowhere near ready. But she was standing in front of the wardrobe, completely starkers again, but wearing those little stilettoes you said you like.”
“Oh yes. They’re gorgeous. And Ellie has great legs.” I smiled: I knew that very well.
“But that’s not like Ellie, just to stand around in the nude while I’m in the room.”
“Oh, right. For me it’s pretty normal. Not you, obviously. Amber.” I’d love to see that, but the chance of it was pretty much zero.
“Well, it’s not normal for Ellie. And she was staring into the wardrobe, just her earrings sparkling and her skin glowing.”
“And instead of going out you banged her right there and then?”
“You know, if that was all that happened do you think it would make an interesting story.”
“Perhaps not. But it’s what I’d do.”
“It crossed my mind, I tell you. And I was sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, and my trousers were feeling a bit tight by then…”
“I have no interest in the contents of your trousers, neither for the purposes of this story nor for any other purposes.”
“Yeah, I know…” It sounded more wistful than I intended. I remembered a long time back when I’d made an inept attempt at a pass at Cassie, and she’d said something along the lines of being so not interested that she could feel her fanny shrinking just at the thought of it. I never tried again.
“So,” Cassie continued, brushing aside the awkward moment as she always had so easily, “What did you do?”
“It was more what Ellie did,” I said.
“And?”
“Well… she was staring into the wardrobe, as I said, and she asked me what I thought she should wear.” I paused and Cassie stared at me, waiting for me to continue. “So I just ‘you look pretty great like that’.”
“I bet she did.”
“She really did. And she turned and looked at me and said ‘only pretty good?’ And I said ‘okay, pretty amazing’.” She really did look amazing.
“‘That’s slightly better’ she said, ‘But I’m not sure the restaurant would let me in like this.’ And I was lost for words for a minute, because Ellie’s not really the flirting type.”
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