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“Can I be honest with you?” Yara said, shuffling into the booth, being careful not to topple the latte mug that was filled to the brim in front of her.

“It’s been a pretty brutally honest night. What’s one more hard truth for the pile?” I said.

“It’s not a truth about you, Vi…” Yara said, her ringlets of hair golden and dark brown, a tuft hanging in front of her face in that perfect ‘I woke up like this’ way. “The girls on those apps…in a city like this, Vi, they’re not looking for what you want…you want something more than a hookup, you want?—“

“—Yara,” I slapped the table, “in some circumstances that may be true, but, as we stand right now, I haven’t had sex with a woman in eight months, and I feel like my pussy is basically a radiation exclusion zone at this point.”

Yara laughed, putting her hand up to her mouth to stifle it. “Have you ever considered that talking like that might hurt your chances?”

“God…” I looked up, the yellowy light of the café calming if a little blinding, “I mean, probably. ”

“No, listen, Vi, you’re…too good for those apps.” Yara sipped her drink, giving me a soft, serene expression over the rim of the mug. “Isn’t there someone from work you could ask out, like…anyone?”

“All those ships have sailed long, long ago. Every single woman I work with is straight, married, or not at all interested in me.”

“Alright, well…” Yara tapped her nails on the mug and pursed her lips. “I have another idea, but…it’s a whole other level that I don’t know if you’re even remotely ready for.”

“Yara, I’m desperate, so anything from your much more interesting and fun sex life will probably be beyond enticing for me.”

Yara sighed, her face not animated or doing anything for maybe the first time since I met her in college, almost fifteen years ago at this point. She didn’t get serious or contemplative very often, and it was one of the main reasons we worked so well together…because I had more than enough seriousness and contemplation for the both of us. “You know my friends Brenda and Wendy?”

I nodded, remembering the few times they had joined us for lunch or dinner. They were a bit older than Yara and me, and seemed like this super happily married couple, which I really didn’t need in my head while I was all single and miserable. “Yeah…lawyer and chef, right? They seem to, uh, be pretty married to each other, so I don’t know how this helps my situation.”

“Well, Vi, you know how every few months I just…disappear for a weekend or so?”

“I mean, I don’t exactly track your every move, but, you do go radio silent here and there.”

“And have you noticed how before and after those times, Brenda and Wendy seem to show up in my life more, and I talk about them a hell of a lot more often? ”

“Sure…” I said, wondering where this was all going. It was at least a distraction from the disaster of the rest of the night.

“I probably should have told you about this earlier, since we’re supposed to tell each other ‘everything’” Yara made air quotes, “during those times, Brenda, Wendy, myself…and a few other friends, we just go somewhere and have a shitload of sex with each other for a weekend.”

"So you just meet up with them every couple of months and just…have sex?" I said.

"It really doesn't need to be more complicated than that, does it? We all like each other, and we all want to fuck. What's the problem?" Yara said.

“And the married women are just…fine with all of it?”

“Well yeah,” Yara smiled and laughed a little. “This has been going on for a while…a long while. Brenda, Wendy and I have been the constant members, and the two of them are literally married because they were in this group…I got to see the first time they ever had sex with each other, that was pretty hot.” Yara giggled.

"So, this is…like a singles night for horny lesbians," I said. I still couldn't believe it. It was strange, of course it was, but after striking out so many times, I was pretty much open to anything.

“I mean…we've done long weekends…someday I think we're going to rent out a cabin for a whole damn week.” Yara looked down at her drink and then at me. “Am I freaking you out too much right now?”

My heart was racing, the prospect of the event feeling exotic and liberating to me. From what I remembered of Brenda and Wendy, they were both pretty gorgeous, and the thought that they’d been having sex with my best friend pretty regularly for years tied my brain into knots…but it also created a kindling of warmth in the base of my stomach, a curiosity that I couldn’t ignore.

“No, I’m not freaked out, it’s just…this seems so… ”

“Incredibly hot? Something I look forward to doing every couple of months, so I don’t lose my damn mind?” Yara grinned.

“I guess it’s really great for you, but I just…”

“Relax, Vi," she laughed. “I’ll just ask you straight up. Do you want to give it a try?”

I bit my lip, looking everywhere, but Yara’s face as she seemed to stare through me, tempting me into this brand new world.

“If you think they’d want me there, I’d go.”

“Oh, I am sure they’d love to have you. As long as you're OK with having sex with me…"

"Yara! I…you…” I could feel my face heating up and my palms growing sweaty. “That's not what I…I…I mean, of course, you’re hot…it's just that it…we're best friends, it's just…”

“And best friends fuck all the time. Like literally all the time. What makes this different?”

"I know but…”

“Your choice,” Yara sighed and shrugged. She pulled out her phone and tapped her nails across it, her face locked in concentration. “You can come with this Friday, or not…totally up to you. I think you’d have a lot of fun, at least get yourself out of this little rut.”

“Friday? That’s like three days away.” I said, the far-off possibility of doing this suddenly meeting me face to face. I didn't respond right away. Yara looked over at me, her expression neutral, but I could tell there was a hint of curiosity underneath her calm gaze.

“Well, Vi, it’s good to know you’re still able to count.” Yara smirked.

I looked down at my coffee, the constellation of foam swirling slowly, holding my attention, anything to keep me from thinking about making this leap. It’s not like I considered myself a prude or anything, and even in the past, I’d gotten into some pretty wild sexual escapades, but what Yara was proposing was an order of magnitude bigger than using toys in public or having sex in a hot tub…one of those I would recommend again in a second, the other not so much. Water isn’t the lubricant you think it’ll be.

I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to make a decision. Yara was offering me this because she thought it would help me, and that I could take it. And, even with something this crazy, I trusted Yara to have my best interest at heart. “You really want me to…?”

"I’m not going to pressure you into anything, Vi. But, the other girls would probably love to have a new person to play with, it's been a bit since we've added someone."

I gulped, feeling my pulse quickening in my throat and a fresh warmth between my legs.

"How does it…how would it work with so many girls? Are there…I don't know what you even do?"

"Aren't you cute?" Yara grinned at me and moved in close to whisper into my ear. "Trust me, you figure out how it works really easily. And since it'll be your first time, I'm sure we will all give you special treatment." Yara gripped my thigh, bringing a sexuality to our friendship that I hadn't until this point felt. "And tomorrow night is at Wendy and Brenda's house…they're fucking rich and have so much fun stuff for us to play with. I absolutely guarantee it'll blow your mind, and that's even before I lick your pussy, which is going to blow your mind even more."

I swallowed hard, the moment finally registering in my mind. It felt like there were butterflies flitting about in my stomach, my mind and body overflowing with a kaleidoscope of emotion. I looked at Yara, seeing my best friend in a completely new light, on the precipice of having sex with her. I felt elated. "I can't wait…" I said, leaning over and kissing her.