Chapter 2: Chapter 2
When she entered the reception room with the dancefloor and band,she surveyed the crowd,searchingfor the emerald and blue gowns.It was difficult because it was dark with small lights providing the only illumination except on the dancefloor.Angela tapped Billy on the shoulder and said she was doing a lap of the room and she left when he said“fine.”About half-way around she saw them,sitting close to one another at an otherwise-empty table for six.Suddenly the blonde whispered in her lover’s ear and pointed at Angela.The black woman came and asked Angela to dance.
Angela looked and saw the pretty blonde smiling.She realized that she,too,was pretty.It was a slow song.The black woman put her right hand around Angela’s back and her left in Angela’s right hand,leaving Angela to put her left hand over the other’s shoulder.They danced.
Angela was wet in the ladies’room.It was not just urine she wiped away as she sat there.She was wet again.It had been a while.She had nearly as many girl lovers as boys,perhaps more over the years.They were,all of them,young and immature and irresponsible.Just girls and boys.
She liked the feel of a dick inside her.She liked what it did to her and what a boy’s mouth,with a tinge of a beard,did to her clit and pussy.She liked to feel what she could do to a dick and came tolike the taste of a boy’s cum.And while she never squealed she was usually satisfied,except for the rare occasions when prematurity required self-satisfaction.
She liked the softness of a girl’s lips and tongue and fingers and the hardness of an aroused clit between her lips.She liked the taste of a girl’s cum on her own tongue and how it felt on her own fingers.And,once,she felt it all,when a woman visiting a friend in her dorm fucked her with a strap-on,an experience she never dared ask any of the girls in the dorm to share with her,giving or receiving.
That“phase”ended when she graduated from college and roomed with Josh and Billy and when she graduated to sharing a room with Billy and now going to a friend’s wedding as Billy’s girlfriend.
In the Uber on the way home,Angela felt different and was starting to feel differently.The rain was heavy as they crossed the bridge.If he noticed her dance,he didn’t say anything.She was quieter than usual,staring out the window and listening to the beat of the wipers.Not clutching his hand,as she had on the way north.At the apartment,she robotically removed her gown and her matching panties and bra,failing to do the striptease for him that she planned.It was like many other nights;she got into bed after brushing her teeth and peeing and removing her makeup.He was horny and quickly discarded his tux.He waited for her to finish in the bathroom before getting himself ready for bed.
When he entered the bedroom,he took a condom from the dresser and slipped it on his dick.Then,as he often did,he entered her and she directed him inside before she pushed him away.“Touch me first.I’m not wet enough.”When she was wet enough,he restored his dick inside her and resumed his rhythm.He mumbled her name as he came.Rolling to his side,he reached his fingers over her slit but she stopped him.It didn’t happen often,but it did that night.He knew enough to get up and clean himself off before returning.She did not bother to finish herself.
Angela was happy being Billy’s girlfriend.Now,three years after graduation,they shared the Jackson Heights apartment,both with paying jobs in the City.Although marriage rarely came up,it was always lurking.And the sex?The sex was good,sometimes very good.There were compatibility and comfort and they kissed when they parted on the subway each morning.They kissed whenever the second to get home walked through the door.
Most of all,each told the other,“I love you”and they each meant it when they did.They knew eachother’s families and had since high school and nearly everyone liked nearly everyone else.Except for Billy’s sister Paula did not like Angela and Angela did not like Billy’s sister Paula.There was nothing specific.It just was.Maybe Paula—three years older—did not think Angela good enough for her baby brother.Maybe Paula did not think Angela good enough,full stop.Angela was no friend of Billy’s sister so the mutual animosity worked for them both.
Four Months Later:January
Billy was in Killington,Vermont,skiing with a bunch of college friends.When Angela thought of“boys”in thinking of sex in college,it was guys like Billy’s friends.Several lived in New York,at least two at their parents’houses.She was getting increasingly unhappy about the time Billy spent with them.They worked for banks or insurance companies in the City and spent most Friday nights in their suits and drinking IPAs at some microbrewery in some recently-gentrified Brooklyn neighborhood.Billy often stumbled into the apartment after midnight,peeing and collapsing into the bed still in his suit.It counted for something if he got his shoes off.
Angela didn’t know whether he was doing anything different or whether her increasing angst about him since that wedding came from within herself.She knew it was there.
It was Martin Luther King,Jr.weekend.She neither skied nor wanted to be with Billy and his friends so she was alone in the apartment on late Saturday morning,browsing her phone.Among her messages,way down,was a“917”number she didn’t recognize.When she opened it she saw a picture of her dancing with and very close to a tall black woman,the woman in the emerald gown.The text with the photo had come from“Tracy.”
Tracy must be the woman in the blue gown,her blue panties in the black woman’s small purse sittingon the table.She must have gotten Angela’s information from a mutual friend.Angela hadn’t noticed the text when it arrived months earlier.Looking at the photo Angela recalled that when thedance ended the black woman whispered softly,“that was lovely but I better get back before that one gets jealous”and then gave Angela a brush of a kiss on her neck.She had not thought of those words or of those lips since the ride home from the wedding.Her left fingers went to the spot where the lips touched her and she held them there.With her right thumb,she hit the CALL button on her phone.
The woman answering it was laughing as she said“Hello.”
“Um,I don’t know if you remember me but we,um,met at Edie and Tony’s wedding in September,in West—”
“Oh my god,you’re the one who caught us”and Angela heard her shout to someone,“Sher,holy shit,it’s that gorgeous brunette you won’t shut up about”and then,back to Angela,“this timeI win the bet.Sherrie said you’d never call.”
Angela found this endearing.“Yeah,I’m that girl.”
An hour later,Angela was sitting with the couple at a restaurant in the West Village and on her second mimosa.An hour after than the three were doing a boutique run along West Broadway and Spring Street and seven hours after that the three were sitting at a small table at Ethel’s,a lesbian bar in the West Village,each with a tomato-bisque soup,bread,and glasses filled with Cabernet.
Gifts
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