Back In The Dating Game

Vera King, fresh off a divorce, fidgets in front of the mirror. Her best friend Dee Williams watches her tug at the hem of a dress that feels too tight in all the wrong places. Dee tells her she looks fuckable, tells her she needs a man—then drops the real pitch. A woman would make raising a family easier. Vera laughs, says she isn't a dyke like Dee, but her voice shakes. Dee won’t let it drop. It’s been months since Vera’s been touched, she says; her lips remember what to do. Vera panics anyway. What if she’s forgotten how to kiss? Dee offers to practice. At first Vera thinks it’s a joke, but Dee steps closer, eyes steady, and Vera feels the heat crawl up her thighs. They start slow—Dee’s mouth on hers, guiding. Vera’s hands find Dee’s waist, then slide lower. Kisses turn hungry. Dee pulls the dress off Vera’s shoulders and spreads her open on the bed. Tongue meets cunt, slick and sure. Vera moans into the sheets while Dee grinds against her, their clits sliding hot and wet until Vera’s legs shake and she comes hard, breathless. When it’s over Vera lies there, tasting Dee on her lips, wondering why she ever thought she needed a man.