Gerry raised an eyebrow. "So, is this Amelia hot? Or not?"
"Definitely hot - particularly if you like Italian girls who look as if bikinis were designed just for them. Incidentally, she loves champagne."
Gerry stood up and said, "Okay, you've won me. Let's go. I'll just grab a couple of bottles of bubbly, then I'll get my car and follow you out."
Gerry worked as a driver for a luxury car service which provided him with a vehicle for his own use after hours. This weekend he was driving a new electric sedan from an classic brand. It was their top-of-the-range model. He hoped it would be "a real chick magnet." Half an hour later, Damian pulled up outside Debbie's house, a comfortable looking brick bungalow in the suburb of Whitfield. Gerry pulled in behind him. There was a small silver sedan in the driveway. It belonged to Amelia who had arrived a couple of hours earlier. She and Debbie hadn't been in touch recently, so Debbie had invited her to stay overnight for a few drinks and a catch-up. They were not expecting company - until Damian phoned to ask if he could come over. He didn't mention that he'd have a mate with him. He was always doing this, turning up with a friend usually without warning. Debbie had never been able to work out why. She knew Damian was aware that Gerry had a rather shady past and was a notorious womaniser. Maybe that could have been the reason - on this occasion, at least.
Debbie hadn't had sex for over a month. She and Amelia had been chatting almost continuously about their sex droughts as they shared a few drinks. So now, they were both starting to feel slightly tipsy and decidedly frisky. If Damian was coming over, a bit of male company could be fun. Amelia had been separated from her husband for nearly a year now and was becoming increasingly desperate for sex. She had tried clubbing but most of the guys in the clubs were way too young. Besides she didn't want to pick up strangers. Nor did she want casual sex with people from work. Equally, she'd had enough of dependent guys she'd chatted to online who wanted more from her than she could give.
Then there was the problem of her two young sons who were staying with her ex for the weekend. It was their usual arrangement. That could make it convenient if an opportunity arose tonight, but it would not always be the situation. Above all, she did not want a one-night stand. With her background in sociology, she was aware of the negative side of casual sex, especially for women. But she was having a hormonal high tide and was desperate for sex. She knew she would eventually settle down with a sensible and reliable man -- one who shared her view of the world and whose Ying would complement her Yang. Ideally, she wanted someone who genuinely loved her and was a skilled lover who would be fun in bed. It seemed they were few and far between and even those who fitted the bill were either married or gay.
But right now, to hell with it, she was tempted to play with fire and discover what casual sex had to offer. She'd thought through the possible downside enough to set herself some sensible boundaries. She wouldn't jump into bed with the first horny stud who happened along. She would not form a strong attachment to an unsuitable partner -- especially if it could jeopardise her life with the kids. She knew that there was no-one where she worked who was remotely suitable for her. That was why she had tried dating sites. So far, all her matches were dead ends. There were so many obstacles that it seemed unlikely that someone suitable would come along, someone she fancied, who felt real affection for her, who was okay about the kids and who would also be good in bed. All of these considerations were real, but right now, she was desperate for some toe-curling sex.
