Rebound - Sex Stories

Rebound

“There’s his Jeep.” Shelly steered her car into the parking space next to it. “Good. He’s working tonight.” “Who is?” “A guy who would be perfect for you.” “What? You bitch! I’m not going in there.” “Yes, you are, Kay.” “No! I’m not ready to see men socially.” “Socially? You and I met for sandwiches after work, went window shopping, and now we’re stopping for a drink. He’s the bartender.” “Don’t play cute with me.” “You frustrate me, Kay. Pull up your big girl panties, and check your hair in the visor mirror. You can’t just go to work and hide out in your apartment all the time.” Kay gave her friend a withering look. “You don’t take relationships seriously like I do.” “I haven’t found a guy I want to wake up next to every morning.” “What Sid and I had was special. I thought you understood since you agreed to be maid of honor.” “I understand YOU thought it was special. Obviously, Sid didn’t, or he wouldn’t have wanted to put his skinny dick in me. And don’t start. You know I told you right away.” “Shelly, I said a hundred times I don’t have a problem with you. In fact, I’m glad it was you. Who knows if another girl would have said anything?” “Exactly. I had your back then, and I do now. Let’s have a drink. I’m buying.” The girls entered the softly lit cocktail lounge. The after-work crowd was gone, and most of the real drinkers hadn’t yet come in. Rock music played from somewhere. Shelly chose stools at the bar. The man came to them drying his hands. They looked as masculine ...

... and strong as the rest of him. “Good evening. Do you ladies have ID?” They pulled their drivers licenses from their wallets and handed them to him. He studied the images and handed the cards back to the girls. “I remember you, Shelly. Vodka gimlet again?” “Ooh, you’re good,” she giggled. “If I was good I’d have remembered your age,” he smiled. “What about you, Kay?” “Black Russian.” “Nice choice.” He turned to make their drinks. “See?” Shelly whispered. “See what? Yeah, he’s cute.” “Cute? That’s it? He’s built like a brick shithouse, has a voice that should be doing phone sex, and you say he’s cute? You could use a real man after that creep Sid. My God, girl, this guy drives a vintage Jeep, not a bland grey Prius!” “How do you know that’s his Jeep?” He returned with their drinks, grinning. “She almost backed into it last week at the hiking and camping store.” “Now, wait a minute, mister. I was at the nail salon next door. If you wouldn’t have been parked,....” Shelly began. “In a properly marked space? We went through this. You missed my Jeep, so it was all good.” He smiled and turned to wait on new customers. “Told you he was perfect,” Shelly giggled. “You should ask him out.” “If he’s so perfect, why don’t you ask him out?” “I’m not the outdoorsy type. You are.” “Okay, so he’s hot and he goes to an outdoor shop. That’s all very nice, but he’s too old for me. He’s going grey.” “Oh for pity’s sake! Grey, sun-bleached, whatever. Maybe twenty strands at his temples. Kay, honey, ...