Tina Kennard

“Are you ready?” I ask Bette. Tonight, we are going out. It’s just the gang, like in the old times. Recently, the band comes along very often.

But today, we are going to a gay bar, Unite. As soon as Alice asked Bette and me to come along, we exchanged a knowing look. We hadn’t forgotten about the fantasies we shared.

We are going to have sex on the dancefloor of Unite. Bette is really looking forward to it whereas I am more nervous.

“I’m there!” She answers. I’m stunned when she enters my room. She’s wearing a low-cut, black dress that ends just above her knees. Her hair is flat and her make-up light.

She sees my look and smiles. “Just to make sure you couldn’t resist me tonight.”

I swallow the lump in my troath away. “I’m gonna steal your words here. Even if you would be wearing 15 layers of clothing, I wouldn’t be able to resist you.”

“But it would be a lot harder to have sex on the dancefloor,” she smirks.

“We’re really gonna do it, aren’t we?”

“Yep. And next time it’s raining, it’s your turn. I’ve already checked for some white clothes,” she grins.

I pull her into an embrace. “You look fabulous,” I whisper in her ear.

“So do you,” she answers, referring to my white loose-fitting blouse-like tank top and tight skirt.  

Her hands rest on my ass and she starts kissing my neck, going down to my cleavage.

“Not now,” I say. I push her away reluctantly. “Alice and Dane are gonna be here any moment. And we’re gonna do it tonight anyway,” I say, attempting to wink, but failing once again. I really should stop trying that.

She pouts but gives in. She notices Burt in the corner of my room and waves at him. She’s convinced he has special powers and one day, he’ll speak to him.

“We’re not in Toy Story, Bette,” I say for the millionth time. “He won’t wave, or speak. He’s just a huge teddy bear for which you gave 50$ to a man, just so I could have it.”