After Jess

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It was 3 weeks later that Tippi called. ‘Hi, it’s me, Tippi.’ I had not been expecting her to call. I’ve so often spoken words and then, as they left my mouth, wished I could have swallowed them back. I’d assume that was what she had done. Maybe she was ‘phoning to apologise. ‘Look, Tippi, I was being really stupid that night. Could we just forget it?’ ‘We can forget some of it, sure. I wondered if you’d come to a party at my place next weekend, Saturday – my best friend is 40 and we’re giving her a big do. We’re calling it an evening dress party, we decided people look better that way than if they just assume it’s a come as you are affair.’ I hesitated. ‘I’m not sure I’d be good company.’ ‘Just come. If you’re bad company you can piss off again.’ Tippi laughed and I couldn’t help doing the same. I’d always liked Tippi in a detached sort of way. She was not, after all, Jess and nor, so far as I had known, a lesbian. Maybe she is bisexual. ‘Will she be there?’ ‘I asked her but she’s away.’ Relief. I still loved Jess and knew if she’d been there I’d have been unhappy, even though we’d Kartal Escort spoken since her hen night and all seemed well. ‘OK – I’ll come.’ ‘Great. See you then – 8.30 ish and bring a bottle of something you like.’ The only evening dress I owned at that time was a charity shop purchase. It was blue a very dark blue; long and full skirted with a top like a basque. I felt I had worn it rather too often, so I decided to indulge myself and buy a new one. Between the call and the party, I spent time researching and dragging round shops, looking for something appropriate. Eventually I found it. It is, I still have it, beautiful and simple. It’s a sort of sheath, deep red, with tiny straps and a chiffon outer skirt. So it was with that dress and the usual beneath it that I made my way, a little reluctantly, to Tippi’s house. I arrived late which is pretty standard for me. I parked my disreputable elderly Ford, grabbed a large bottle of gin from the boot and made my way a little unsteadily on heels that were a little higher than I normally wear to her front Kartal Escort Bayan door. Some man opened the door and ushered me into the already noisy party. Everyone looked lovely; the men in dinner jackets, the girls in their finery. I wandered through the throng having placed my gift bottle on the drinks table and grabbed a wine. I exchanged words with a few familiar faces, eventually joining a group of people whom I knew well. I still hadn’t seen Tippi. The sudden feeling of two hands, one on each of my shoulders reminded me all too strongly of the night of Jess’s hen. I knew whose hands they were without looking. I turned and there she was, a big smile, so typical of her. We kissed cheeks and she slipped her arm through mine and joined the group I was talking to. As we chatted happily, I felt her hand squeeze my arm a few times and occasionally she leant against me. Tippi is tall, slender and has lovely dark brown hair, which she was wearing that night loosely tied back. She was stunning, in a long, simple dress of blues and golds. She Escort Kartal has surprisingly large breasts for a woman as slim as she is and their nipples showed clearly through the delicate material of the dress. Occasionally I could feel them touch my arm when she turned. Was it deliberate, I wondered. Tippi did not stay with me all evening. She worked the rooms and I enjoyed myself, chatting and drinking and eating some of the excellent food on offer. There is a time at every party where people start to leave. I was about to do the same when Tippi came back to me. ‘Don’t leave, I’ve hardly had a chance to catch up with you. I’ll see a few off then be right back. Love the frock.’ I refilled my glass and went outside onto her patio to have a cigarette. I’d started smoking at Jess’s hen and like most people, hadn’t stopped. The breeze was warm, the night still and quiet. I was suddenly very conscious of the silk of my knickers between my legs and the rub of my nipples on the fabric of my dress. I knew what was happening. Drinking and the knowledge that Tippi was interested in me was making me horny. I slipped away down the side passage of her house and stupidly climbed into my car, but ultimately got home safe. I’d been in bed about two minutes when the phone rang. ‘Why did you leave?’ ‘Oh, come on Tips, you know why.’ ‘I honestly and genuinely don’t.’ ‘I’d be no good for you.

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