This is a true story of a special time in my life. It's hard to believe it happened ten years ago, because when I close my eyes I can recall every detail of that special Valentine's Day in Naples, Florida. I'm sharing my memory and hope you enjoy it.
Leaning against the frame of my open door, I watched the grease smudged tow truck driver make a final check of his work. With a disturbing slap on my car's hood, he shouted, "You should hear back later next week. It's gonna' need a new transmission for sure."
"Thanks." I replied.
The tow truck disappeared around the corner and I doubted my old car's chances for survival. "Bye, baby. You had a good run."
"Whew! Freedom!" Meaghan shouted. Skipping up the walkway to my townhouse, her long brunette hair waved in the breeze and her perky tits bounced under her tank top.
So cute, I thought. Eighteen, carefree and bursting with energy. At eighteen I had gotten pregnant and had a whole different outlook on life. Now I was a single mom with a three year old daughter. Meaghan was my next door neighbor's daughter, my babysitter and only friend.
Being a single mom was something I'd begun to see as a blessing. I'd just turned twenty-three and I had found a good job, a nice townhouse, and pride in myself. Of course, there was big downside. I don't think people realize how lonely a single mom can be. Because at that age, your old friends have moved on to find their place in life. And I hardly have to mention how hard it is to find a date when you're a single mom-at least with young men.
In a way, Meaghan was also lonely because of her circumstances. Her mother was also a single mom and quite overprotective-to the point where Meaghan was never allowed to stretch her wings.
Until the big week Meaghan and I had planned.
My mom had just picked up my daughter for the week, and Meaghan's mom was leaving town with her fiancé. Meaghan and I pictured ourselves hitting the beach, drooling over the selection of young studs and watching movies. But all those fun plans were spoiled when my car died.
Meaghan's presence always brought a smile to my face, but it was hard to hide my disappointment.
"What's wrong, Kelly?" Meaghan asked, noting my half smile.
"Little Red just got towed to the shop. I guess if we're going to be girls-gone-wild, we'll have to get creative at home."
"That sucks, but hey, there's still plenty of fun!" Pressing past me, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and playfully squeezed my ass. Collapsing on the couch, she kicked off her sandals. "There's always the pool here at the complex. Just ignore the elderlies and that crabby woman with all those kids. And you promised to finally make me a daiquiri."
"Hey, why not. Its five minutes past noon on a Saturday. I'll put the blender to work. After a drink we'll go to the pool for some sun." I replied and we went to the kitchen.
Meaghan took a string bikini out of her bag and displayed it in her hands. "I bought this right after graduation but Mom had a fit. So I never wore it outside of my room. I swear she thought I'd get pregnant just by wearing it in the pool. I joked with her that since I've been on the pill for two years and still a virgin she'd have to call in the pope to declare it a miracle."
"Ha! You little liar. So she still doesn't know about Erik?" I asked, amused by her sassiness. Meaghan had told me about her one and only sexual fling which had taken place the previous summer. A boy her age lived in the complex and they managed to hook up for some first-time sex. From what she described, it was every bit as awkward and disappointing as could have been expected.
"Of course not! Hell, I wish I could forget him now that he moved. Based upon my extensive research of Cosmo magazines, Erik suffered from a bad case of premature ejaculation. Plus he was scrawny. Also, I learned from my research that his dick was smaller than the average male. At least I'm still an oral virgin. The three times we tried to have sex added up to a total of five minutes." She said, breaking out in laughter.
Handing her a tall glass of my strawberry alcohol-infused concoction, I placed a hand on shoulder. "Aw, poor girl." I said teasingly. "Don't worry. You're so damn cute you'll be able to take your pick of studs once you get to college."
"I'm cute? But not sexy?" She replied, leaning against the counter and tossing her hair back. Adding some overdramatic blinking of her long eyelashes for good measure, she playfully teased down one strap of her tank top. "How about now?" She said, tossing her head back and gliding her hand over her erect nipple which pressed against the thin shirt. Now, it was clearly obvious Meaghan's over-the-top theatrical performance was just typical of her fun-loving and upbeat personality.
Taking a sip of my drink through the long straw, I tried to think of a smart-assed response.
But, my heart began to race a little. The fact was, I'd always found her to be sexy. I was attracted to Meaghan's soft round features, her dark eyes and her lovely body. That attraction had sprouted and grew over the past six months. And I knew the reason why. Over the years, I'd found myself inexplicably turned on by the sight of certain women. I'd repressed those feelings whenever they occasionally arose, keeping them deep inside of me-my unspoken secret.
Meaghan's outgoing personality came without a filter, and she often made silly suggestive jokes. And she had no problem being shy with her body around me-often changing in front of me while we talked. Although there was never an outright admission of a mutual attraction, I started to think she was throwing me hints-perhaps she shared those same secret feelings as me. And in those past six months I fought against my inhibitions and finally relented to secretly fantasize about Meaghan. I'm sure I probably helped it along by adding a few girl-girl stories to my burgeoning erotic romance library-my only sex life. Still, I kept my guilty secret desire hidden from her.
"You have no idea." I replied, straightforward and dry. Not a hint of sarcasm came out of my mouth.
Meaghan looked at her drink, slowly stirring it with the straw.
My thoughts flashed like warning lights. Damn! She must be freaking out.
But she didn't freak out. I felt something warm in my chest when I noticed she was blushing. Once her blush faded, she turned her face slightly upward. Her big dark eyes stared at me through wisps of her hair and she smiled.
"I think we should take these drinks out to the pool." She said, suddenly pulling off her tank top. Her perky breasts looked just a little bigger than a handful and her nipples were small but erect. After stepping out of her shorts and panties, she ran her fingers over her cleanly shaved little pussy. "I decided to shave it. Not quite used to it yet, but it feels good."
