The hot water coursed down her back, taking with it the stresses of the day. Another long day at school, although she had volunteered to stay late, so she had no one to blame but herself. She felt she could almost fall asleep standing up. Leaning her forehead against the tile, she breathed out, willing herself to relax. As she took a several deep breaths, she felt the water run between her legs and slide through her pussy. Her hand fumbled for the shower head and she placed it between her legs. She did what she always did...imagined Darius from two doors down was there, sliding himself in and out, at the perfect speed. She moved the shower head in and out, varying the pressure to extend her orgasm. The pressure began slowly, the flames of tension beginning to burn the edges of her imagination, her muscles beginning to clench. It built until she could no longer stand it...The shower head dropped with a clatter to the bottom of the tub, and she grabbed the dildo she kept hanging in her shower caddy. She plunged it deep into her pussy, and she was coming hard. Her body spasmed and she cried out, "fuck!" It was short but deep, and she gasped her last wave of pleasure. The stress of the day was gone, and she felt light again. Relaxed, finally.
Wrapped in a towel in her bedroom, she gazed at her reflection and sighed. She was lonely, but she didn't want to admit it. She loved her job but it didn't pay well, not enough for her to travel, which was her dream. Her friends were amazing, but lately it had been harder and harder to feel optimistic. Life just seemed gray and flat, and it seemed no matter what she tried, her spark was gone.
Her phone blinked. It was Emily texting.
"Maddie. MADELINE. Call me."
"Hi, what's up?"
"Can you talk?"
"Just got out of the shower. Need food. Meet me at Punch?" A juicy burger from the pub sounded perfect right now.
"Yes! See you in 30?"
A half-hour later, Madeline and Emily sat across from each other in the dark, polished booth of Punch. Maddie had twisted her hair up in a damp knot, thrown on a t shirt and cardigan, along with a pair of worn jeans and her ancient Frye boots. Make-up free, she perused the menu. "I don't know why I'm even looking, I know I'm getting the Juicy Lucy."
Emily Banks, her best friend, never went anywhere with damp hair and no makeup. Maddie wasn't even sure where she had come from (work? home?) but her red nails gleamed as she flipped a silky ribbon of hair off her face. "Mmmm, me too."
Maddie studied her. They couldn't have been more different. Emily was a club promoter, worked nights and weekends and loved it. Drank a little too much, used a little recreational nose candy. Perfect white teeth and severe, full red lips flashed every time she smiled. Her hair was always perfectly coiffed, her nails impeccable. Her job demanded it, along with her expensively-draped designer clothes. She had arrived a few minutes early and already had a martini in her hand. She fiddled with her outrageously expensive enamel cigarette lighter. Maddie knew she already wanted a smoke. Emily, on the other hand, considered herself the mousy one of the two. She had fine, light brown hair, which she always wore in a messy bun. Compared to Maddie's full, bold makeup, she rarely wore more than a few swipes of mascara and lip gloss. Her job was teaching pre-school, and she loved it, and made almost nothing, wearing what she could find at thrift shops and Goodwill. She was the pastel pink to Emily's magenta, but the complemented each other surprisingly well.
"You should quit!" Maddie smiled good naturedly.
"I know I know I know!" Emily laughed in her usual rapid-fire speech. "No lectures, I have news! I got an email today."
"Okay..."
"From...guess."
Maddie narrowed her eyes. "Not...?"
"YES!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"I KNOW!"
"Well?"
"Well, I said he could come visit."
Maddie shook her head. "All right. I'll be honest. I really didn't think he'd actually follow through with a visit."
Emily was thoughtful. "I know. I wasn't holding my breath. But he gets here Friday afternoon."
"And?"
"YES, yes, he is staying with me."
"Ha! I'm glad. You need some action, my friend."
"Well..." Emily trailed off. "That's the thing. He isn't coming alone. He's bringing someone along."
"Oh. Who?"
"His sister."
Maddie blinked. "...What? Why?"
"I have no idea. But either you entertain her while their here or I will probably not get fucked." She slid a Gaulois out of its pack and tapped it on the back of her lily-white hand. "And I need to get fucked."
Roseanna Navarro was waiting at the entrance to Emily's apartment building when Madeline came to pick her up. She had tea-colored skin and chin-length hair, her round brown eyes and long lashes a gift of her Latin heritage. A black tank top skimmed her waist, and she twirled a gold cross that hung on a chain around her neck. Maddie found herself staring: Roseanna's breasts were the most perfect she had ever seen. Two soft globes, heaving ever so slightly, cleavage glowing from her evident highlighting with a shimmery body lotion. Desire caught in Maddie's throat. No way was she expecting this today. Emily had said Roseanna was "younger" so "would probably enjoy the mall," so that's where they were headed. Maddie was standing in front of her and could form no words. Roseanna smiled, and languid, slow smile that seemed to reach out of her face and kiss Maddie's neck.
"You must be Madeline?"
