Author's Note:
This is the third story in the Seriously Sexy series and Gemma was a character who made her first appearance in Sinfully Sexy. I wanted to write about a female who loves sex and makes no excuses for it.
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Sassy Sexy
I flicked my wavy brown hair behind my shoulders and strutted confidently down the high street, walking on black patent three-inch heels. I was wearing a long purple winter coat, buttoned all the way to the top and carrying a large beige leather tote bag.
It was a cold autumn day and I was taking a lunch break. I had arranged to meet up with my new friend, Sasha for quick bite to eat.
I had met Sasha two months ago, at our favourite nightclub Halo. We had bumped into each other in the washroom and I had admired Sasha's beautiful curly brown hair. She in turn had gushed over my smooth dark tresses.
We had bonded over the wash basin and mirror. I have always found making friends very easy, especially with other females.
When I saw Sasha's hot date for the night at the club, I almost wet my panties. Calum is pure sex on legs -- blond, blue eyed and chiseled to perfection. The two are now dating for real and I am a little envious if I am being completely honest.
Oh, to have such a hot guy at my beck and call, to fuck when I wanted. I can feel tingling in my pussy just thinking about this imaginary man and no, I do not lust after Calum. It just isn't cool to be thinking about your friend's boyfriend, even if he is delicious to look at.
The following week after my first chance encounter with Sasha, I had gone to Halo again with two of my friends and we had bumped into Sasha and her best friend Grace. As promised, we decided to combine our groups together and spent the night dancing, laughing, drinking and having an amazing time.
Sasha and I exchanged phone numbers and are now good friends. We have been out for drinks and dinner, often alone and sometimes with Grace joining us.
I like Grace a lot and we have something in common, both having Asian blood, but I did find her a little intense at times.
I am definitely more like Sasha. We are both cheeky, loud and slightly outrageous. When we get together, I feel as though we are a comedy duo, bouncing jokes off each other. It's always fun and we split our sides laughing.
Most people who meet me, expect me to be quiet and reserved. Unfortunately, my choice of career hasn't helped because I am a manager for a well-known high street bank. I do have to put on a mask of professionalism at work, but in reality, I am sassy, outgoing and I absolutely love sex.
The latter is currently missing in my life and I need to do something about it, before my vagina becomes a dried up coconut husk.
I have always been openly sexual and never hid my love of sex. Men seem to be attracted to me, but maybe it's the Asian allure and sleeping with me is a kinky fetish. I don't give two shits as long as I am getting a good fuck out of it.
Lately however, I have been self-reflecting on my choices. I have reached the mature age of thirty-one and I do want something more, maybe even a proper adult relationship, instead of a series of quick flings and fucks.
The problem for me is that I find it easy to hook up with someone for one night of hot sex, but not so easy to date someone long term. The minute a guy shows real interest, I run the other way. Maybe I think more like a man, than I care to admit as I do love the thrill and challenge of the chase.
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I finally reached La Parisienne café. It was a French style bistro with a dark red awning hanging over the front. There were a couple of wooden tables and wicker chairs in front, but it was too cold to sit outside.
I pushed the glass door and stepped inside. The place was warm, cosy and lively with lots of people out for lunch. The walls were a pale cream colour and the furniture was in the same style as outside. Along one wall were red velvet seats and a row of square tables lined up along it.
My face broke into a smile when I spotted Sasha at one of the small tables.
"Hi Gemma! Lovely to see you." Sasha stood up and grabbed me for a big, tight hug. She always hugged well and currently smelt of vanilla musk.
Sasha is quite tall and wore heels too, so I felt tiny next to her, at only five foot three inches (plus an extra three inches, courtesy of my shoes).
"Hi Sash, you look amazing as always." She had her wild hair loose and had started to wear it down all the time, after she found out how much Calum loved it.
"Thank you," she said with a big smile. "You look divine yourself. You've changed your hair."
I took off my coat and draped it over the back of my chair. I was wearing a tight black sweater with white edged collar and a long, dark maroon pencil skirt with a large split up the side. It was my sexy bank manager look.
As I sat down, I touched my wavy hair. "Yes, I needed a change. I've had it dead straight for so long, I decided it was time for some bouncy waves. Your curls inspired me." I smiled.
"It looks amazing," she said honestly.
A server appeared at our table and handed us two menus and started filling our glasses with sparkling water.
"What do you fancy then, Gemma? I'm going for the croque monsieur. I love the way they make it here. All that delicious melted gruyere cheese."
"That sounds so tempting, but I quite fancy their steak and chips. This is the only way I'm getting some meat inside me," I sniggered.
"Oh Gemma! Are you still on the hunt for a man? I swear you always have sex on the brain."
"Nothing wrong with that," I replied, "you're lucky, you've got it on tap, with a bloody sex God."
"Calum is wonderful and hot as fuck. I am very lucky," she admitted with a sly smile.
"If you start talking about how big his dick is, I'm walking out right now," I threatened.
