"I'm gonna get laid tonight!" I clinked my Lemontini Meringue against Carmen's. I guess I did it too hard, because we both lost a little precious alcohol over the sides of our glasses. The strangers around us probably just assumed I was drunk. But actually?
"You are hopelessly clumsy." Carmen shook her head, but she couldn't even pretend to be mad at me. "And, really? What's your plan?"
"I was hoping you'd help with that part."
My friend laughed. She glanced at her date, Myka, as if to warn me against painting her as a seductress extraordinaire, though she kind of is. "Just pick someone. Dance up, and go with it. If she's not into it, move on. No big deal."
"What's up?" Myka put down her beer and peered at Carmen. "Is she a hopeless romantic?" …show more content…
"Your type, ain't she?"
I looked at the woman who had just walked in. Until that moment, I hadn't understood the meaning of curvaceous. The lady's big, shapely body was on display in a halter top, a tight pencil skirt, and . . . nylons? At a club party? She turned to chat with the bouncer, and I saw that her stockings were the type you never see anymore, the type with seams running down the back.
Wildly inappropriate for the occasion, but Carmen was right: the newcomer was my type. One of them, anyway.
I ducked under a HAPPY PRIDE banner and wandered toward the entrance. When I got within earshot—which was pretty close, considering the crowd—the first words I heard from the Nylon Angel's mouth were, "Yeah, my girlfriend went by the motel. She'll be here any minute."
Of course. I improvised by striking up a chat with a nearby acquaintance, as if that had been my intention all along. As we shouted our small talk, I scanned the room and saw plenty more women to whet my appetite. I reminded myself of Carmen's words: Move on. No big deal.
Righto.
After dancing with a couple of casual friends, I decided to wander. Yes, I still had sex on the brain. How could I not? It permeated the air, rising off the partiers' bodies. I was wet just from the energy in the …show more content…
"Don't you want to wait until you have a girlfriend who's into it? Then you could go prowling together. With a couple, you'd be the odd girl out." I saw her point, but the idea of playing with a couple had always been the sexiest to me. Maybe it was because I didn't want a girlfriend just then, or maybe it was the reassurance that if it didn't go well, I never had to see them again, but my fantasy felt like something deeper, something I couldn't name. As excited as I was, I couldn't help but shoot Carmen a smug look when we passed her and Myka huddled at the bar. Nylon and Eagle were on either side of me, holding my hands as we walked briskly to the door. No odd girl out
"You are hopelessly clumsy." Carmen shook her head, but she couldn't even pretend to be mad at me. "And, really? What's your plan?"
"I was hoping you'd help with that part."
My friend laughed. She glanced at her date, Myka, as if to warn me against painting her as a seductress extraordinaire, though she kind of is. "Just pick someone. Dance up, and go with it. If she's not into it, move on. No big deal."
"What's up?" Myka put down her beer and peered at Carmen. "Is she a hopeless romantic?" …show more content…
"Your type, ain't she?"
I looked at the woman who had just walked in. Until that moment, I hadn't understood the meaning of curvaceous. The lady's big, shapely body was on display in a halter top, a tight pencil skirt, and . . . nylons? At a club party? She turned to chat with the bouncer, and I saw that her stockings were the type you never see anymore, the type with seams running down the back.
Wildly inappropriate for the occasion, but Carmen was right: the newcomer was my type. One of them, anyway.
I ducked under a HAPPY PRIDE banner and wandered toward the entrance. When I got within earshot—which was pretty close, considering the crowd—the first words I heard from the Nylon Angel's mouth were, "Yeah, my girlfriend went by the motel. She'll be here any minute."
Of course. I improvised by striking up a chat with a nearby acquaintance, as if that had been my intention all along. As we shouted our small talk, I scanned the room and saw plenty more women to whet my appetite. I reminded myself of Carmen's words: Move on. No big deal.
Righto.
After dancing with a couple of casual friends, I decided to wander. Yes, I still had sex on the brain. How could I not? It permeated the air, rising off the partiers' bodies. I was wet just from the energy in the …show more content…
"Don't you want to wait until you have a girlfriend who's into it? Then you could go prowling together. With a couple, you'd be the odd girl out." I saw her point, but the idea of playing with a couple had always been the sexiest to me. Maybe it was because I didn't want a girlfriend just then, or maybe it was the reassurance that if it didn't go well, I never had to see them again, but my fantasy felt like something deeper, something I couldn't name. As excited as I was, I couldn't help but shoot Carmen a smug look when we passed her and Myka huddled at the bar. Nylon and Eagle were on either side of me, holding my hands as we walked briskly to the door. No odd girl out