Mirnda pulled her car into the parking spot nearest the curb. She didn’t see his truck, which made her hesitate before turning off the engine. She wasn’t sure how she would be received—or even if Karan still lived here.
While they hadn’t ended on bad terms, they hadn’t really kept in contact, either. It’s hard to have friends that used to be friends-with-benefits while in marriage.
However, since she’d parted ways with Usma six weeks prior, she had been thinking about dropping by Karan’s place every time she came back from her work and she his house.
While she and Karan were still Facebook friends, she felt awkward just propositioning him via Facebook. While “Hey, wanna fuck?” was once a perfectly acceptable communiqué between them, it seemed a little abrupt after more than five years.
Last night, at the worst possible time, the batteries in her favorite vibrator had run out for the second time in a month. She realized at that moment, teetering on the precipice between orgasm and utter frustration that she really just needed to get laid. Not by a toy but by a real cock. She hadn’t officially made up her mind to come and knock on Karan’s door until the 5:00 when she was caming back from her work.
The route between the her work and her house took her right by his apartment complex, and she made the impulse decision to see if he was home.
She nervously watched the front door of the townhouse for a couple of minutes; she couldn’t see anything on the exterior which indicated if Karan still lived there or not. Eventually, she made the decision to go. She sighed, turned the car off, and got out of the car; the worst thing that would happen would be that he didn’t live here anymore, and she could go back to staring at her Facebook page trying to figure out whether to contact him or not.
Karan made good money at the advertising firm he worked at, and the quality of the complex reflected that. There was a swimming pool and hot tub at the community center, and there weren’t a lot of children running around underfoot and making unnecessary noise. Each building had four two-story townhouses, all with their own entry on the ground floor, with three bedrooms upstairs. The master bathroom was the best feature of the apartment; Mirnda also knew from personal experience that the party walls were very thick indeed.
She knocked three times on the door to the apartment. About ten seconds went by, and she was just about to turn and leave when the door opened. It wasn’t Karan.
“Hello?” The woman who asked the question was striking; there was no doubt about that. She was fairly short, but it wasn’t her height which caught Mirnda’s attention. She was wearing a black sports bra and matching spandex shorts, exposing her toned midriff. Her reddish-brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and her bright green eyes smiled with her mouth. Her sports bra was doing an admirable job of containing a pair of large breasts which appeared to be desperately seeking freedom, and her workout shorts were tight enough to make it obvious to Mirnda that her lower curves probably matched the voluptuousness of her upper half. Her well-tanned exposed skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she appeared to be just a little bit out of breath.
“Oh,” stammered Mirnda, “I’m sorry, I was looking for a friend of mine who used to live here.”
“Are you looking for Karan?”
“Karan? Yeah, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by, but …”
“Oh, he just called from the store, he’s picking up some groceries on the way home. He should be here in a few minutes. You want to come in and wait?”
Mirnda didn’t really feel like hanging out with this woman. She was younger, prettier and in better shape than Mirnda, and she was clearly involved in Karan’s life already. Mirnda couldn’t really say she was just here for a booty call, but she also didn’t really have a good reason to just leave, since she had just admitted she had dropped by to see Karan, and he was going to be home shortly.
All of a sudden, she was extremely embarrassed. Karan not living here anymore was actually not the worst thing that could have happened. Mirnda was not good at communication with people she think are better looking than her.
“Well, I don’t think I need to…I mean, I can just call or text…I can come back another time, no problem, it’s not a big deal.”
The red-headed woman smiled knowingly and stuck out her hand. “I’m Jade, Karan’s roommate.”
Mirnda’s relief must have been visible; she felt a little color return to her face. She took the offered hand and replied “I’m Mirnda.”
“Great!” Jade turned and walked back into the house, leaving the door open behind her. “Come on in.”
Mirnda couldn’t figure an easy way to turn that down, so Mirnda followed her in, closing the door behind her. As she had suspected, Jade’s ass was just about perfect.
The very nature of Jade’s outfit made Mirnda take stock of her own clothing. She was wearing a relatively conservative black business jacket with a white top underneath. She had worn a fairly tight blouse that showed her D Cups breast. Her black skirt ended just above her knee, although she had foregone pantyhose today since the forecast had called for ninety. Jade was about three inches shorter than Mirnda, but her muscular and curvaceous physique probably meant they both weighed about the same. Mirnda’s shoulder-length black hair was straight and hung loose, in contrast to Jade’s auburn ponytail.
