Ladies' Night Out
(( Continued from "Stepping Out." ))
Rachyl sat recovering, not from orgasm but strictly from extreme arousal. Somewhat seperated from the other two women after their intimate congress inside the limo, heart thudding against her breasts, she felt the twist of her jacket out of place.
"They'll probably offer to catch me up later, but Veronica sure did enjoy herself," she thought, and breathed deeply to slow her heart.
"I still can't believe you two started without me, not to mention! before dinner."
She giggled and stretched, took a trio of handiwipes from her purse, and passed out two. Straightening her jacket, she looked at Meegan and Veronica, neither of whom had let go of the other since she entered the vehicle.
"I still want to go to a toy store, and regarding dinner... well... I have a horrible confession to make." Finally garnering their attention, she continued shamefacedly, "I've never eaten Chinese food."
"Yeah," she answered in a curious tone.
Her crotch tingled at his name on her lips and she had to shift in her seat, as she took her cup of tea from Rachyl. She really wanted to know more about her neighbor, and it included what else he could do in the bedroom, hopefully his bedroom.
Meegan chuckled again. She still thought that was a great little joke. It suddenly occured to her, that maybe she shouldn't have mentioned anything about who her neighbor really was, he might be just a bit upset to have starstuck groupies waiting outside the building, hell she would be upset at that. She had enough publicity to worry about. It had surprised her not to see her face plastered across tabloids this week as it was.
"And how do you know he has pierced nipples? Was he walking around without a shirt?" Veronica's pulse raced at the idea of running into that dread-locked, bare-chested adonis. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
She did her best to ignore the sudden warming of Meegan at her side, and accidentally clanked her cup down loudly on the table when her neighbor's foot brushed her leg.
"Meegan Masters!" Keep your voice down, girl. "Are you telling me that you and Drev... What are you telling me?"
Meegan giggled, that soft twittering giggle a woman gets when trying not to tell her friends about the amazing sex she had with a complete stranger. When she'd gotten ahold of herself she licked her lower lip and grinned at Veronica.
Matching Meegan's naughty little grin, Veronica leaned forward and spoke in a soft voice only the three of them could hear. Her brown eyes were big and twinkled with mischievous curiosity.
"How big is he?"
"Let's put it this way, I know a few thorough breds he would give a run for their money."
Why was she so surprised? Hadn't she lain in bed numerous nights, listening to the hauntingly beautiful voice pumping out of her speakers while her fingers caressed and stroked her burning desire, while she thought of the singer serenading her while he slowly removed his clothes? And hadn't she always imagined him generously endowed, coming to her in the cool air of a winter night and filling her with his hard, throbbing heat?
But hearing it confirmed by a woman she'd come to trust in only a matter of days made it all the more intoxicating. Veronica glanced at Rachyl, then back to Meegan.
"So when do we get to meet him?"
Taking control of the conversation, and attempting to divert the ladies' memories and imaginations, she stated, "After dinner, and more likely after our Ladies' Night Out tonight!"
She giggled, flushed from her memory of the day before, and Meegan's reaction to her amazing experience
To Veronica, she commented slyly, "But not soon enough for you, hmm?"
As the bowls were passed around the table, she took her napkin-enfolded silverware and placed them to her left, then unfolded the cloth bundle and laid it across her lap.
As the server disappeared, the hostess reappeared, guiding two couples, and sat them at the booth across the aisle. Rachyl crossed her right leg over her left, smiling inwardly as she slipped her right sandal off, and slid the arch of her foot along Meegan's calf.
Meegan smiled up at the woman as she stood nervously near their table.
"I'm sorry to disturb your meal, but do you mind? Could I have your, " 'Please don't say autograph, please don't say autograph.' "Autograph?"
'Shit. I hate this. I really really hate this part of it.' Meegans smile remained, and her voice was pleasant and appologetic, but she didn't mean a fucking word, not one fucking word.
"Oh, that's terribly brave of you to come over here and ask, but I don't give out autographs to the general public. You are more than welcome to come to a show or exibition and get one there. Thank you so much for the compliment. I do hope you enjoy your meal, the sushi here is first class."
'Which if you knew anything about people and common curtesy your stupid ass wouldn't be here disturbing me, now would it? Ok you can go away now. If she cries, I'll fucking stick a chopstick in my eye.'
The woman put a hand to her chest, opened her mouth to speak and thought better of it. She turned on her heel and stomped away from their table to flop herself in her chair. Moments later they were gathering their things and moving to another part of the restraunt.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Meegan sighed, and drained her litle cup of tea.