Rita Goes for Seconds

It was ten years since the Four Horses assembled. Almost eleven, actually, since none of them were talking to each other by the end of their senior year. The individual members reconciled individually but the gang was gone, never to return. From force of habit they came together in the gym, under the banner pronouncing their class reunion, and climbed up into the concrete bleachers overlooking the ball court.

Mike and John were wearing jeans and boots and leather jackets, having ridden their bikes to the event. They had big expensive Indians now and couldn't let anyone forget it. Eva left her Kawasaki at home so she could wear her new dress. It was black and had a white lace bodice and she could detach the sleeves if she felt like showing her ink.

Mickey wore jeans but they were crisply pressed, as was his red chambray shirt. He had shiny brown shoes on and a black corduroy jacket with brass buttons. The badge of his bolo tie was colorful, pretty.

"You look like a pansy," said Mike.

"My girl likes me to dress up," Mickey replied, unperturbed.

"Your girl?" Scoffed Mike. "More like your grandma."

"Yeah, man," John piled on. "Couldn't you hire a hooker your own age?"

"How old's your date?" Mickey asked him. He held his hand in front of his face and examined it stupidly. He showed his palm to John with fingers outstretched. "This many?"

Mike sneered. "I think your date's going to knit you a sock and later you're gonna come in it."

"You don't need to worry where I'll be coming." Mickey stood and turned to survey the room below. "I better get back to her. See you later at Kerry's, maybe."

And that was it, the last meeting of the Four Horses for maybe another ten years, maybe forever. Eva didn't know what drove a wedge between the boys but she knew what divided them from her. They had been the fastest friends, unbreakable, since elementary school. Then puberty came around and, one by one, each of them tried to be her boyfriend. She let one of them succeed. But even that wasn't enough to save their friendship.

Eva sat with the tough girls for dinner. Life had tenderized them but seeing their old friends and rivals rolled back the years and they were happily talking shit about this and that bitch. Eva was the calm in the storm and watched her old friend across the room, sitting with his lady friend. He introduced her as "Mindy". She was old enough to be someone's grandmother, but not the sock-knitting kind. More like a cocktail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig... ain't she cool?

She did act like she was into him, leaning on his shoulder and chattering away at him. He just sat there with his arm around her, scanning the room like he wanted to see who saw her with him, occasionally inclining his head to her and laughing at something she said.

Dinner was chicken Cordon-Bleu and a green salad with pecan pie for dessert. The wine was flowing at her table and the trash talk got louder as the evening wore on, eventually quieted by the music for the dance portion of the event. Eva nursed a single glass of wine and periodically checked in on Mickey and his date. She hoped they would get up and dance. She wanted to see how the woman danced.

The music sucked, of course. The same lame forty songs that were popular in the day, without even the twenty years separation necessary to make them classics. Still her table-mates howled and leaped to their feet as each song began, dragging their suit-wearing would-be boyfriends onto the gym floor. Mickey and the woman didn't dance, just sat and sipped and watched the dancers. Eva noticed that the woman wasn't chattering any more. Instead she looked about the room nervously. 'What was she looking for?' Eva wondered, and consciously avoided looking directly at them.

There was something odd about the way she leaned on him, the way he had his hand around her. Both her arms were in front of her, in front of him, moving rhythmically. 'If I didn't know better...' Eva thought. Mickey's head eased back slightly and he looked up into the rafters. His smug smile told a story. Eva didn't know better after all. Out of the corner of her eye she watched them, wishing she could look directly at them, wishing she was sitting right there at the table with them.

Mickey said something to the woman and she said something back. He picked up a program from the table and unfolded it, holding it up in front of him and partially concealing them from view. Eva bored into the program with her eyes, trying to perceive what might be happening behind it. Mickey's eyes suddenly met hers across the room and Eva was too startled to look away. Slowly, deliberately, he raised the program just a bit, just for a moment, to show her a glimpse of blond curls moving between the table and the tips of his bolo.

Mickey closed his eyes and his mouth briefly opened. Then he laughed and the woman's smiling face reappeared and Eva let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Both of them were laughing now and as the woman leaned over him again, evidently to put him back in order, Mickey made eye contact with Eva and gave her a shit-eating grin.

*****

Eva followed them to Kerry's and bumped into them at the door so she could join their party. Kerry's was a social staple in the small brick-paved downtown, restaurant by day and tavern by night. Once past the bar, patrons found two rows of half-circle booths that faced each other across the aisle. Beyond that were a cluster of sweetheart tables and an art deco jukebox. After the dinner service, the staff would move the tables and chairs against the wall to free up the dance floor.

It was still relatively early so one of the booths right by the dance floor was free. Mike and John were already seated in the other and between them was Roger, who owned the parlor where Eva worked, and his wife Giselle. Mickey helped the woman into the booth and got in behind her. Eva got in from the other side and slid over so that the woman was between them. Eva gave her a bright smile and she smiled brightly back.

The woman's body was thick, but firm and shaped the way a woman's body should be shaped. A seam was faintly visible under her curly blond bangs, wig confirmed. Her heavy makeup couldn't cover the lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth. But when she smiled, those lines fit her face like the pattern of wear on platinum. And between those red lips, teeth too even and white to be natural. 'The whitest teeth he had ever come across,' Eva thought, recalling a vulgar joke guys used to tell.

Mickey ordered a draft beer and the woman a whisky sour. Eva requested a glass of wine and Mickey paid for it, which pleased her. She could afford her own drinks, of course. But it made her feel like she was a part of things. She sat quietly and sipped her wine and pretended not to watch the woman's every move.

"You have nice skin," Eva said to her while Mickey was busy talking to their friends across the way. She pushed her sleeve up just enough to show her the garland of red poppies tattooed across her wrist. "I'd love to get you in my studio some time."

The woman touched the wrist and stroked the petals. "Pretty. But my husband would murder me."

"You're married?"

"It's okay. He knows where I am."

Eva found this shocking, but surprised herself by finding it exciting too. "Is Mindy your real name?"

"Is Eva yours?"

"It's my middle name," she replied, chastened.

The woman put her arm around her and their foreheads touched. Eva wondered if the wine on her own breath was as strong as the whiskey on the woman's. "Listen Eva. I don't want to sound rude. But I don't get many chances like this to act up. Tomorrow we can have coffee if you want and I'll be glad to answer your questions. But tonight I'm Mindy and I'm here to party. So could you help me out?"

"Sorry." Eva kicked herself mentally and drained her glass.

Mickey stood up and showed them his empty mug. "I'm going up. Want another?"

"Chablis?" Eva chimed in, glad for the distraction.

The woman covered her empty glass with her hand. "I'd better stop. If I drink too much here I might wake up in the alley with my junk full of spunk."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Mickey quipped.

"Pig!" She interjected. But she licked her lips at him and he winked at her before walking away.

Eva tried to keep her peace but she couldn't stay quiet. "I just don't see how you're with him."

The woman looked her over, the corner of her lips hinting at amusement. "You like him or something? Am I horning in on your boyfriend?"

"No. Of course not."

"Is it me, then? Are you horning in on me?"

Eva looked down into the bottom of her empty glass.

"That's it," the woman said and lifted Eva's chin with her fingertips. She tilted her head and leaned forward, kissed Eva on the mouth.

Excited hoots erupted at the booth opposite them, making Eva flush red in embarrassment.

"Hey Mindy," said Mike, "If you were with a real man you wouldn't need to kiss girls."

"Mickey is as real as they come, sonny," she clapped back, to the glee of his companions.

When Mickey returned, Mindy stopped him from sitting down and began fussing with his pants. When she was finished she turned him around, his hands still holding the drinks, and showed off the semi-erection bulging in the crotch of his jeans. His chub stretched sideways nearly to his hip, the crown swelling under his coin pocket.

"See what I mean?" She said and, as if that wasn't enough, she gave it a kiss. Then she slid back on the seat so he could sit down. The onlookers were taken aback by this obscene display but they recovered quickly.

John stood and walked over. "Mindy, may I ask you for a dance?"

She looked at Mickey and he shrugged. "If you want."

She shrugged and Eva stood up to let her out. John gave her a little bow and swept his hand in the direction of the dance floor. As he followed her, Mickey grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

"Give her a hard time and I'll fuck you up."

"It's all good, man."

"I will fuck you up."

"It's all good, man." John sauntered off to join the woman on the dance floor.

"He's going to give her a hard time," Eva told him.

"She can handle herself," he replied.

Mike asked Eva to dance and she consented, if only to keep her eye on the woman.

The two couples shuffled and swayed on the crowded dance floor. John's moves mainly consisted of trying to grope and kiss his partner. The woman resisted, but not too vigorously. After a couple songs, Mike tapped John on the shoulder and they changed partners. When the foursome returned, several songs later, the woman's makeup was smeared and her hair and clothes were disheveled.

The woman didn't sit down but asked for her purse, signaling that it was time to go. She gave Mickey a sly smile. "Your friends are hor-nay."

He glanced at them under narrowed eyebrows. "You didn't invite them to party or anything, did you?"

"No, baby. It's just you and me tonight... and Eva." She made brief eye contact with the younger woman, whose own eyes went wide in surprise. "That is, if she wants to come."

"What? No. It's supposed to be just you and me."

"You'll be the only guy there. Same thing." She bent down and draped her arms around his neck, their foreheads touching. "Wouldn't you like to see me eat a cherry?"

*****

Mickey and Eva lay in their underwear on the king-sized bed in the Olde English Inn. The woman was in the bathroom getting herself ready.

"Is she really your girlfriend?" Eva asked.

"Tonight she is."

"How do you know her?"

"You know what, Eva? It's awkward as hell having you here. It's supposed to be just me and her tonight. But you had to stick your nose in."

Eva blinked several times to force back tears. "There was a time you were happy to have me in your bed."

"Dammit! There's a time and a place to talk about that and this isn't it."

"Okay." She dabbed at her eyes with her bra strap. "I just wish you would remember that we're supposed to be friends."

Mickey exhaled through pursed lips. "I'm sorry, Eva. I just, this is a special occasion for me and I'm feeling some pressure. Just, we'll talk later, okay?"

The woman came out of the bathroom and she looked like a different person. Instead of curly blond locks she had short red hair, slicked back in a military style. Her war paint was scrubbed off and Eva thought she looked prettier without it, just not the kind of pretty that gets you manhandled at Kerry's. She still had that full figure under her baby doll dress. And she still had that arrogant, flirtatious air about her. She stood at the foot of the bed, grinning at them and swaying side to side. Mickey gave her a thumbs up and Eva nervously smiled at her.

There was a portable stereo on the dresser and she pressed a button to start the music. She began dancing and Eva found herself getting excited, forgetting about the tiff she just had with Mickey. She liked the way the woman's chest jiggled when she danced, the way she ran her hands over herself, the way she turned about so they could see her rump shaking. Even now she found it hard to believe she would get to touch those lovely curves. Touch them, and more.

Eva recognized the song, "I Want Your Sex" by George Michael. Her mother had a crush on George Michael back in the eighties, though she knew, you know. It was a sexy album. Even without his model good looks, the man could seduce you with his voice. She imagined her mother as a young woman dancing to this song in a nightclub, dressed up like a party girl.

"Is that the song?" Mickey burst out when it reached the chorus. "That IS the song! Boy, your singing is almost as bad as your dancing."

The woman flipped him the bird and kept on dancing.

"Why do you have to be so mean?" Eva asked him.

"He's just fooling around, love," the woman interjected. "It's part of the fun. You aren't serious, are you, Mick?"

He grinned at her. "You'd probably like it better if I was."

She guffawed, like a person does when they've been caught by surprise. She grinned back at him and kept on dancing. She danced around to his side of the bed and let him unzip her dress half way. She danced around to Eva's side, letting the shoulder of the garment slide down her arm and exposing part of her black lace bra. She held the falling dress against her chest and lifted the front of her hem to show Eva her skimpy black panties. Eva reached out to touch that soft smooth fabric. The woman let go of the hem, leaving Eva with her hand thrust lewdly up the skirt, feeling the spongy bulge of pubic hair and the moisture of arousal below it.

The woman turned again and walked over to the stereo, letting the dress fall away as she crossed the room. The song was ending and she pressed another button several times. A slow song came on, "Father Figure" from the same album. She held her arms out to Eva, imploring her to join her in a slow dance. Out of her high heels, the woman was a hand shorter than Eva. She lay her head on Eva's bosom and Eva softly kissed her hair. This close, she could see the silver streaking through the red.

Mickey came up behind the woman, taller than both of them. He wrapped them both up in a hug and the three of them swayed to the music. As the song wound down, Mickey took a step back and fidgeted with the woman's bra. It came undone and she brought her hands up to hold the cups in place. Looking into the woman's eyes, Eva gently pulled her hands away and let the bra fall, exposing her pillowy breasts.

Eva could see why she was self-conscious about her chest. The woman's breasts were not so high and proud without the straps to hold them in place. Eva still thought they were lovely and she reverently cupped and carressed them. She sat down on the bed and pulled her closer. She covered the pendulous breasts with soft kisses and strokes of her hands and nuzzled them with her face and hair.

Mickey stood behind the woman, massaging her shoulders and running his hands down her arms. He wormed his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and jerked them all the way down to the floor in one motion. She stepped out of them and he held them up to his face and inhaled, his eyes half closing with pleasure. Eva nuzzled the woman's silver-streaked red bush and pointed out her tongue for a taste. Indeed, she found the scent and flavor inviting.

"Can I... you know..." asked Eva, "Before he gets you all messy?"

"Certainly!"

The woman sprang into the bed and rolled on her back, spreading her legs wide, letting Eva crawl between her knees. She had her arms crossed over her chest and Eva again gently moved them so that the woman's breasts sagged to either side. Eva kissed her mouth, her throat, worked her way down the woman's broad cleavage. She covered her soft pudgy belly with kisses and salivated when she felt the soft pubes on her chin.

She took a moment to admire the woman's vagina before she dug in. It was obviously a sexual organ of much experience. Her oafish male friends might call it a gash or a slash or even less flattering terms. She wanted to take her time exploring it, make love to it. But she knew how well that would go over, especially now, with Mickey waiting, nursing a hardon.

Mickey probably preferred a well-used pussy like hers. He could just shove it in and have his way with it. He didn't have to spend hours getting it in the mood, assuaging its fears, loosening it up, getting it wet, trying to squeeze himself into it. Promising that he loved it. Eva leaned forward and with a broad stroke of her tongue she lapped up the juices that were already welling between the thick labia.

The woman stroked Eva's hair while she labored between her thighs. She sighed softly in a cadence that seemed to have little in common with the motion of Eva's mouth and tongue in her groin. 'Is she enjoying this?' Eva wondered. 'Does she know how much I'm enjoying it?'

She felt Mickey's hands tug her panties over her hips. She thought he was going to try and copulate with her but she didn't stop lapping at the woman's cunt. Mickey kissed her bottom and the backs of her thighs and she arched her back to give him access to her honey. She paused at her oral efforts when she felt his tongue and razor-stubbled chin against her own groin. He licked her hungrily if not skillfully and her hips rotated by reflex.

The feeling of being slowly devoured inspired her own oral efforts and the woman's sighs turned into moans. Eva licked her the way she was being licked, matched the moves that Mickey made on her. The woman's moans turned to groans. Eva shoved her haunches insistently against Mickey's face and he licked her more urgently and she licked the woman more urgently. She couldn't remember being so turned on and a mild orgasm nearly took her by surprise.

Mickey pushed her to the side and sat down between the woman's spread legs. He had a bottle of slick in his hand and he applied some to his finger, then applied his finger to the woman's anus. Eva could not believe her eyes and leaned over the woman's thigh to watch in fascination as he squeezed his finger up her ass. He pushed it in and out several times, pushed it in, twisted it slowly, pulled it all the way out.

Eva licked the woman's pussy some more while Mickey applied more slick to his fingers. He probed the woman's ass again, this time with two fingers. Eva could not take her eyes off the woman's dark wrinkled anus as it was stretched and probed. He applied more slick to his fingers though they were slick enough to easily enter her. She took the opportunity to lick that womanly pussy again.

He bunched up three fingers and pushed them into her asshole. The woman pulled back a little and asked him to take it easy. He went back to two fingers and started finger fucking her ass with vigor. He kept pausing to put on more and more slick and it dawned on Eva that he was loosening her up for his cock. He was going to try and fuck her up the ass.