A long week had finally come to an end. A week filled with stress, disappointment, and anxiety. My initial foray in to being an erotic fiction writer had been met with mixed results. I had started to sell a good amount of my books. I soon found out that an old saying was one hundred percent true, everyone is a critic. My author's page on a few websites I was selling books through was filled with the usual mix of comments. Everything from how great my stories were to the critical "you should just give up" kind of comments and of course because of the genre, I had several "you must be a whore" kind of comments. Luckily most of the websites took those kinds of comments down within a few days of them being posted.
I had read over my last manuscript and was just not happy with it. It seemed uninspired. I was not sure what it was missing but, I knew there was no way I was publishing it. I wandered around my house for a bit doing small tasks. I felt kind of aimless and like I was missing something. It soon dawned on me what I needed, fun! As luck would have it that was the exact moment I got a text message from a friend of mine, James. He was having a party and asked me if I would like to come. That seemed like just the kind of fun I needed. I sent him a response and told him I would be there. He responded with the details, his place at eight.
I pulled up to the house just a little after eight. There were a few cars in James's driveway. Some I recognized and a few I didn't. I spotted a 1969 Corvette in the drive. I knew exactly who it belonged to and almost instantly knew where this party was heading. The car belonged to a guy named Tim. He was a close friend of James and has been at every one of James's, shall we say, more wild parties. As I got out of my car, I fixed my dress then headed to the door.
James greeted me with a huge smile. I know he wanted to hug me but was afraid he would ruin my outfit. I smiled as he invited me in to his home. James always reminded me of a living teddy bear. He is tall and a bit on the heavy side but, sweet and cuddly. Not to mention he was always fun to be around. His positive and fun loving attitude was infectious. I never heard anyone complain while he was around. We walked in to his den and there was a table set up and people playing cards. His den flowed into his dining room and kitchen. There were a few more people standing around conversing. Of course as I looked over at the small bar James had, I saw Tim pouring some drinks.
It didn't take Tim long to make his way over to me. He handed me a glass of wine and started in on his cheesy form of flirting. He complimented my dress and told me I looked sexy. I would have been a little more appreciative of it if he didn't already smell like a liquor store. Suddenly an attractive redhead walked towards us. "Tim, would you leave the pretty woman alone?" she said in an assertive yet playful tone.
He turned and looked at her. "Sure, honey. I am going to go to the bar. Would you like something?"
She smiled, "No, I have a drink already."
Tim shuffled off back to the bar and set his nearly full glass on the counter. "I am so sorry he acted like that." The woman said. "I tried to keep him sober but looks like I was out of my league. I am Melinda, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Robin." I responded. "How do you know Tim?" I followed.
"He is my husband." Melinda replied.
This caught me off guard. I had never seen Tim wear a wedding ring. Not to mention I have heard stories about some of the young ladies he had hooked up with at James's parties. I was afraid to ask if she knew about those but then she threw me for another loop.
"Yes, Robin. I am aware of Tim's exploits." She commented as if to read my mind.
I stuttered and stammered a bit. "It's okay. I could tell by the look on your face. Tim has been known to be a little promiscuous. It's okay with me as long as he doesn't bring any sort of STD home and doesn't blow me off in order to go play."
I was in shock. I was not so sure I would have had the same outlook if I knew my husband was getting drunk and having flings at parties. There was something about Melinda though. She had a confidence about her that was actually kind of sexy. She asked me if I would like to go sit at the couch in the far corner of the den. I nodded and followed. As we walked I could see more of her. She had a body that kind of made me jealous. I have never been good at guessing someone's dimensions but she had to be as close to the "perfect" stats as possible. She wore a black mini dress that I would swear was tighter than the one I was wearing. Her makeup was very subtle yet seemed to bring out the color of her eyes. I found myself attracted to her.
We sat on the couch and started to talk. We discussed our professions, hobbies, fashion, and even Tim. James came by a few times to refill our wine glasses like a good host. The party went on for hours. Melinda and I seemed to be getting along great. I wasn't sure if what happened next was just because we were attracted to each other or because of the wine. I felt Melinda's hand rest on my thigh. She slowly rubbed my leg in a soft petting manor. I started to feel hot. I looked around and noticed several of the guests had left. James was at the bar as was Tim who was slumped over it.
My gaze came back to Melinda. Her eyes sparkled. "I see why Tim likes you. You are really beautiful." She said as she continued to caress my leg. I responded telling her I thought she was beautiful too. This made her smile. Suddenly she leaned in and kissed me.
