California Girl

"Well, maybe," she replied. "Let's see if the drinks are still flowing. I think Brian needs to get home at a decent hour because he has a flight out first thing tomorrow."

Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off Kelly's breasts. Kelly leaned forward slightly to give him a better look. Harmless fun, she thought. She could see that Jimmy's pants were tenting.

Jimmy felt like the dog that caught the bus. He ginned up the courage to say what he was thinking.

"There's a supply room in the back of the clubhouse. It's locked and I have a key," he said, trying not to be obvious.

Kelly smirked. Another horny guy. She took a swig of her new drink and left him standing there wondering.

She was feeling pretty good, having just downed two shots of rum in her first drink, and the undivided attention of a very handsome young man. She waded back into her circle of friends.

"Saw you were flirting with Jimmy," said Amber, one of Kelly's neighbors who was divorced with two kids still in school. Amber always admired Kelly's outgoing personality and her good looks.

"He's turned into a very good looking man," Kelly replied. She didn't want to admit it to herself but she felt wet, a feeling she hadn't had in months.

"If I was twenty years younger ..." Amber mused.

"So tell me about this new girl. Who is she?" Kelly asked, eager to change the subject.

Pinky spoke up. Pinky was a small cute little thing, not much over five foot, whose real name was Priscilla, but picked up the nickname because she always wore her favorite color -- pink -- when she was a small girl.

"Her name is Marnie. She's an exchange student ... older ... I heard twenty-five. She's in some sort of graduate school program ... I'm not sure in what ... and she's from Ireland."

"How long is she going to be with Emily?" Kelly asked. She recalled the quick snapshot Emily texted. She must look older in person.

"I heard a year. Emily should be off in a few minutes and she can tell us all the details." Pinky leaned forward and spoke in a softer tone as if she was sharing a state secret. "She's a looker. I haven't seen her yet but I've heard she's very attractive."

"She's here?"

"Somewhere. Just look for a group of guys. I'm sure she'll be in the middle of them. You know, they're always scouting the new talent."

Pinky had every reason to be cynical. Her husband Bradley had an affair two years ago with one of the other women in the neighborhood. They made up, but it was a very public, very nasty fight that they had before they decided to stay together.

Kelly took another sip of her drink. She was getting a little bit tipsy.

"I'm going to find this new girl and say hi." Kelly was always the belle of this ball. She wanted to see her competition.

The blonde split off from the others and wandered through the crowded ballroom. Kelly spotted Brian in a group of men. She figured, correctly as it turned out, that Marnie was indeed in the middle of that gaggle of husbands. Kelly recognized at least four husbands among the admiring group.

A few of the men made room so Kelly could squeeze through. Marnie was talking to Pinky's husband, Bradley, when she noticed Kelly. Marnie's former girlfriend Lauren was fifteen years older than her, so her taste for older woman was obvious when she lost her composure at seeing the attractive, tanned, bleach blonde.

" ... I'm sorry, where was I?" she asked Bradley. She couldn't take her eyes off of Kelly, in her curvy body in a slinky low cut dress. Suddenly she felt a cold breeze blow by her, giving her a shiver as she thought of Lauren, and the unfortunate ending of their relationship. "Was history repeating itself?" she asked herself. She decided to ignore Kelly's clumsy entrance and to suppress her darker urges.

Kelly saw what was indeed true. The talk was an understatement. Marnie was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, and her movie star good looks took her breath away. The alcohol chipped away Kelly's façade, and that black spot of jealousy that everyone has bubbled to the surface.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your little show," said Kelly in a snooty tone. She spotted Brian and Pinky's husband. She was feeling the full effects of the drinks and resented the attention being lavished on Marnie, as she was usually the center of attention. "This one has to get home." She grabbed Bradley by the tip of his collar, ignoring Brian, and pulled him away. Bradley took one last look at Marnie before he dutifully followed Kelly back to his wife.

"Special delivery," Kelly said as she pushed Bradley into the arms of his diminutive wife. "Looks like the new girl in town has quite a fan club." She purposely didn't mention that her husband Brian was with him. She was already starting to hate herself. She took another big sip from her plastic cup, noticing it was empty again.

"So what's she like?" Pinky asked her husband.

He kept his eyes trained on the ground. "She was all right ... I guess," he mumbled. The girls all laughed at his answer.

"She was a beauty," said Kelly, realizing for herself her own attraction, no longer overshadowed by Bradley's perceived misbehavior and her jealousy. "Gorgeous red hair, great figure."

"You promised ... " said Pinky, tugging on his ear.

"I wasn't doing anything," pleaded her husband, envisioning a night on the sofa. Seeing and talking to Marnie, though, made it worth the grief he was getting.

"We need to go anyway," Pinky announced. She actually believed him, and had already decided she was going to fuck his brains out when they got home.

Emily was delayed at the front desk, as her replacement failed to show. Untethered from her best friend (and her surrogate conscience), and getting drunk, jealous and horny, Kelly decided she needed more liquid refreshment. Jimmy was casually flirting with two younger moms when Kelly stepped up to the bar, leaning on it with both hands so Jimmy could see down the front of her dress. She watched his eyes, soaking in the primal vibe of his stare.

"Going for number three, huh Mrs. B?" he said smartly, filling up another red cup with his party pleaser. The two younger women stared at the obvious sexual overtones to the way Jimmy was looking at Kelly. There would be talk in the neighborhood the next day. Jimmy was in uncharted waters. She was always such a put together mom and never drank too much at these parties. He had never seen Kelly this inebriated ... or this sexy ... before.

"That's not all I'm going for," slurred Kelly, trying to prove to herself that she was still attractive, and being royally pissed at Brian and Bradley and turning forty, and having to figure out what the fuck she wanted in her life after being untethered from her asshole husband.

"I'll be checking the supplies around 10:30," Jimmy volunteered helpfully. His eyes were locked on Kelly's breasts as they swayed in time with her stupor. Her demi-cup bra revealed a pronounced tan line that transitioned to unmarked white skin. Kelly liked to sunbathe in a skimpy bikini. Jimmy's cock was fighting to get out of his pants.

Kelly smiled and said nothing. She could read Jimmy's eyes. His eyes said that he wanted to fuck her. She ignored the proposition and instead, she went back to check on Brian. With Bradley gone, Brian was monopolizing Marnie's time. He had cozied up next to her. He was showing her pictures of his Ferrari and she was showing him pictures of Guinness, her family's one year old chocolate lab, when Kelly returned. She had just about finished her third cup of booze and was wobbly on her feet.

"Find a new cutie ... huh?" she taunted him. Marnie looked even more attractive to her under the haze of alcohol. But her bitterness toward her philandering husband overshadowed her other feelings. The other men that were still there were staring at Kelly, whose dress straps were slipping off her shoulders so the top part of her sexy bra was showing. The men could see her muscular shoulders and most of two very impressive breasts.

To Marnie, Kelly was the quintessential California girl -- an attractive blonde with a tan and big breasts. She had seen many drunk people in her time so Kelly's behavior wasn't new to her. She wondered what Emily saw in her, as her host claimed Kelly was her best friend.

But then Kelly felt something she hadn't felt in many years. Back to her college days, on the women's water polo team. When Kelly was in high school, she started having yearnings, in the women's locker room, noticing the shape of women's bodies, studying her own, and wondering why she was having what she thought were unnatural feelings. Her interest blossomed when she was away at college, away from the prying eyes of her family and neighbors. That's when she met Ashley, the captain of the water polo team.

Ashley had light brown hair and dark brown bedroom eyes. Kelly caught her eye from the first moment they saw each other. Kelly didn't know what she was feeling, but it turned out to be lust, and that whole year was spent swimming and fucking. Ashley graduated and moved away, and it was shortly after that Kelly met Brian. She chalked up her romance to Ashley as sowing her wild oats, and that she was destined to settle into married life, an avowed heterosexual.

But suddenly that feeling reappeared after twenty years of dormancy. She shuddered as memories of Ashley came flooding back. The alcohol accentuated the feeling, and suddenly Kelly was off kilter, losing her balance and falling into Brian's arms.

Brian caught her before she fell over. Kelly's husband was disgusted with her boorish behavior. "Go home Kelly, you've had too much to drink." Brian turned to restart his conversation with Marnie.

Kelly waved her hand at her soon to be ex and stormed off to the bar to refill her drink. She staggered the last few steps and rested both hands on the temporary bar.

"Hisst me again Jimmy," she partially slurred. She was desperate for a drink. Why was she suddenly attracted to a twenty-something woman? Her ambiguous feelings about her sexuality swirled around in her head. She wanted to numb herself ... immediately.

Jimmy was starting to pack up, and closed the portable cooler he was refilling. He was squatting behind the bar and looked up to see Kelly's face hanging over his side of the bar.

"Now Jimmy," she demanded, waving her empty cup.

He stood up so he was facing her. He couldn't help but stare at her bra and her tits, which were hanging loose from her bra. He finally looked up at her.

"Sorry Mrs. B. I think you've had enough."

"I know when I've had enusssh," she insisted. Her face started to get angry.

"Bar's closed Mrs. B." He looked around the bar area. "Where's your husband?"

"Heesh with that new Irish girl," she spat out.

"Ohh ... Marnie."

"You know her?"

"Well, we just met at this party. I saw her when she came in with Emily. She's staying with them, you know."

"I know. Emily and I are besssh friends."

"Right Mrs. B."

"So what dush a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" Kelly's dress straps fell down her shoulders, giving Jimmy a clear view of her large, rounded breasts, covered only by a white, lacey, see-through bra.

There wasn't anyone around, and clearly her husband didn't care, so Jimmy decided he'd never get a chance like this again.

"I need to get a couple mixers from the storeroom if I'm going to make you a drink." He gave her a mischievous look. "Do you want to come?"

Kelly was unable to suppress the strong sexual response elicited by her short meeting with Marnie. She was drunk, and the alcohol overruled her good judgment.

"Sure." She tried unsuccessfully to adjust her dress straps, and partially undressed, followed him around to the back of the building. There was a dimly lit doorway. Jimmy fingered his keychain until he found the right key, unlocking the door. He flicked on the overhead light, a single incandescent bulb. The storeroom was neat, with party supplies and plastic wrapped cases of soft drinks and waters stacked against the wall.

Jimmy stood close to his drunk companion. He was only a few inches taller than her. He could smell the rum on her breath. "So Mrs. B, what are you going to do for that drink?"

Kelly's hormones were in overdrive. She pushed him backwards so his ass plopped down on a stack of soft drink cases.

She reached for his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoning the waist of his jeans. She was going to show him what she was willing to do.

"Jesus Mrs. B ..." Jimmy was about to experience his wet dream. He was staring at her massive tits, straining against the gossamer thin bra.

"Shut up Jimmy." She didn't want to hear him talk. She wanted to satisfy this irresistible sexual urge.

Kelly signaled for him to lift his hips. She jerked his pants and boxers to his ankles. His cock sprang out erect. Jimmy was blessed in that department. It was suddenly real for Kelly, and she forgot where she was. Brian had really turned her off for sex with a man, but somehow this was different ... better. She didn't realize that Marnie set her off. She got on her knees on the cold concrete floor and wrapped her hands around his cock.

"Ohhhh ... " the young man groaned. "Oh God."

Even the touch of her soft hands made him want to cum. He prayed to every God he could think of that he wouldn't cum too soon.

She replaced one of her hands with her mouth. She continued to pump his cock with one hand, but had captured the head in her mouth and was licking the precum off of it. He looked down and saw nothing but Kelly's big tits and juicy lips going back and forth on his cock. He was shaking, and the cases he was sitting on were starting to shift.

"Mrs. B ..." he started to say when she moved her hand away and went down on him to the root. He did everything in his power not to cum. He could feel that the head of his cock was in her throat, and could see the bulge in her throat as well. It was the best and dirtiest thing he had ever seen. She sucked hard on his cock and made him moan like a wounded animal. They were both getting off on the illicit sex.

She pulled her head back to draw a big breath. Her dress had fallen down to her waist. She reached behind herself to free her impressive tits. Jimmy watched them jiggle as the bra hit the floor.

"Touch me Jimmy."

Kelly offered her tits to Jimmy. He cupped both breasts, feeling their weight and softness as she leaned forward to suck on his throbbing erection. She went down on him and he knew he was going to cum.

"Mrs. B. I can't stop it."

Her mouth sensed his cock twitching. She didn't care. She went down on him again and felt the pulses in his shaft as he spurted thick wads of cum down her throat. She gagged and pulled off, so the remainder of his orgasm splashed on her face. There was cum leaking out of her mouth and dripping off her chin and onto her tits. Jimmy thought he had died and somehow he made it to heaven. Kelly was still drunk ... and even hornier. Jimmy's dick was spent.

She slipped off her sopping wet panties and clumsily stacked three cases to make her own chair. She sat on it, bunched her dress to her waist, and spread her legs. Jimmy was looking at a wet, hairy pussy. His wet dream continued.

"Do you know how to eat pussy Jimmy?" Kelly growled. Making him cum didn't satisfy her sexual urges.

He gave a slow exaggerated nod of his head. "This wasn't happening to me," he thought.

"Show me."

Jimmy was now sure that he was dreaming.

He watched her use her finger to scrape the cum off her lips and chin and lick it off. Jimmy's pants were still bunched around his ankles so he shuffled quickly in front of her and dropped to his knees. He could smell her feral scent, and his cock stirred as his cheeks skimmed against the inside of her thighs.

Jimmy pushed his tongue against her wet lips, splitting them apart to taste and feel inside her.

Kelly's eyes were shut tight. "Ashley," she murmured in a voice too low to be heard by Jimmy. She grasped the back of his head and mashed it against her sodden cunt. He was wheezing to draw breath, but too busy tongue fucking her to care. Kelly's thighs squeezed against the side of his head, further depriving him of air. He held his breath and pushed his tongue as far inside as it could go. He reached up, fondling her big, soft breasts, massaging his cum into them, and then started tugging hard on both of her nipples.

"Shit!!" Kelly screamed. The drab interior of the storeroom became ablaze with color. It was a glorious, drunken orgasm.

The storeroom door opened. Kelly forgot to lock it when she followed Jimmy in.

"Fucking A!" Brian exclaimed. This was the last thing he expected to see. He was ready to go home, and someone told him that he had seen Kelly and Jimmy go to the storeroom. Jimmy looked up. There was cunt juice smeared all over his surprised face.

Instead of playing the disgusted husband, manhandling Jimmy and dragging his wife home, Brian left the storeroom and slammed the door shut behind him. He got to the house, shaking with jealousy and wondering why he was jealous of a woman he was dying to leave. She looked so sexy, topless, her legs spread apart, and her face smeared with cum, glowing with what Brian recognized as post-orgasmic bliss. Buyer's remorse kicked in as he wondered why the fuck he had grown apart from such a desirable woman for someone who as barely older than his daughter. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and staked out the sofa in his downstairs study. As he downed his second drink he realized that his hot wife was trying to get back at him in an incredibly crude fashion. He got past his jealousy and counted the hours until he'd be back together with Annette.

* * *

Kelly woke up the next day with a horrible headache. She didn't remember that she drank six shots worth of rum in a little over two hours, followed by a cum chaser from Jimmy. She staggered to the bathroom and retched in the toilet. Brian was nowhere to be found. His side of the bed was still made.

She pounded down three Advil and then looked in the mirror. Blood shot eyes, smeared make-up and disheveled hair. She was a fucking mess and she knew it. The whole divorce thing had taken everything out of her, and the previous night was the culmination of four years of frustration. It wasn't her finest hour, but it finally gave her the resolve to do something she didn't have the courage to do before. She went back into the bedroom and got up on a step stool and pulled down two large pieces of luggage that were kept on the top shelf of the closet. She went into the dresser and neatly packed Brian's underwear and socks. She continued until his dresser drawers and his side of the closet were empty. Satisfied, she carried them down the stairs in her bathrobe and slippers, placing them at the front door.

She would have to apologize to Jimmy, and probably Bradley and Marnie as well. She remembered enough to know that she was inappropriate with Jimmy and rude to Bradley and Marnie. She felt bad about Marnie. She knew Marnie was staying with Emily for at least a year, and should have been on her best behavior. Instead, she acted like the jealous spouse. And her feelings of lust for Marnie? It must have been the alcohol. She told herself that she had hit bottom, and would have to make amends if she was ever going to be able to look at herself in the mirror again.

* * *

Brian spent the evening in his study, falling asleep only after smoking a joint and downing four more shots of whiskey. He was still asleep when Kelly found him. Tasha wouldn't be up for at least another hour.

"Brian ... wake up."

Kelly brewed a pot of coffee and whipped up a batch of blueberry muffins, Brian's favorite.

He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and sat up on the sofa. His hair was sticking out at odd angles.