Pauline Orr, Diana Vega, Carla Burke, Evelyn Hunt, Inez Eaton, Emma Bishop, Cynthia Conley, Bonnie Robles, Sue Harrington, Kim Wilkerson
The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18
How To Use A Guy In Ten Days
by Kim Wilkerson
'This is the driest summer ever,' moaned Lauren, stretched out on her sun-bed.
'I cannot believe how much you Brits complain. You crack jokes about having a three day summer with continual rain and bad weather, but now you're unhappy because it's too dry,' said Tory half-joking.
'I didn't mean dry as in the weather.'
Tory noticed her friend's glass of chilled white wine was practically overflowing.
'Honey it's not as if you're short on the wine either,' noted Tory.
'I know that. I wasn't hinting for a refill.'
'Then why whinge? The sun is out, the weather's warm, we're sitting in my wonderful garden topping up our tans, with a couple of trashy magazines and enjoying wine time.'
'I mean dry as in,' Lauren paused, 'it's not been a summer of love has it?'
Tory considered the question.
'You're right. A year from now we won't be boasting or reminiscing over this year's grand passion.'
'Hence it's been the driest summer ever.'
'Cobwebs downstairs?' teased Tory.
'I think my hymen's grown over,' laughed Lauren.
'Summer's not summer unless there's nookie involved.'
'We couldn't even afford to go abroad for a girly break this year. We've done nothing. We wasted our summer,' declared Lauren.
'Speak for yourself,' muttered Tory.
'Excuse me?'
'I said speak for yourself.'
'Let me get this straight; we're hurtling towards thirty and you don't deem a sexless summer as a sad state of affairs?' quizzed Lauren.
'I didn't say that. I said speak for yourself. Personally, I've not had a completely dry summer.'
'How come I didn't know about this?'
'Oh Lauren, we aren't joined at the hip. Everyone gets horny when the sun's out.'
'But not everyone gets to have sex. Clearly I don't, but you have?'
'It's not difficult. We're women. Men are far less discerning than women. It's much easier for a girl to get laid than a guy. We're choosy and men have to work to get into our pants. Guys think with their dicks. All we have to do is rub it like a magic lamp and it's a sausage shower.'
'You are incredibly Australian at times. How crass!' berated Lauren.
'Oh come on. You're the one all hot and bothered, waiting for a meat thermometer to rise.'
'Shut up, Tory!'
'Wow I didn't realise how grumpy you got when you aren't getting any,' murmured Tory, returning to her magazine as she let her skin bronze.
They sat in companionable silence. Despite their sniping, the two were close and their arguments were routine to spice up the friendship.
Lauren's curiosity was peaked, dis-enabling her from exerting the silent treatment she'd intended to project on Tory.
'You honestly think it's easy to find a guy to have sex with?'
Tory smirked, pleased Lauren had broken the tension. She detested ill-feelings regarding her best friend.
'I honestly do. Come on, look at me; I'm a single mother, I live with my mum and grandmother and even I'm getting a little something something.'
'Tory you're not from the hood. Lose the ghetto language.'
'It's because I'm hip and down with the kids that I'm able to obtain fresh meat.'
'How fresh is fresh?' asked Lauren slyly.
'Twenty-one.'
'Are you kidding me? You're twenty-nine.'
'Twenty-nine, two stone overweight with a toddler and estranged husband,' confessed Tory self- depreciatingly.
Lauren scanned her friend fondly. Tory was voluptuous not plump. Her size enhanced her hour glass figure. Irrespective of the extra weight she carried, her face was stunning with high cheekbones, dark brown eyes and wavy voluminous blonde hair. In her swim-suit with a light golden tan she was a gorgeous image of womanhood.'
'How has this happened? You are a single mum and you do live with your mother and grand-ma'
'He's a bingo caller.'
'Shut up!' Lauren was unable to resist mocking her.
'Wednesday night is bingo night. Mum looks after bubba and I take Grandma to the bingo. I can't drive so we share a coach with a bunch of other geriatrics — all riddled with mobility issues. Once all the games are called, I park Grandma in the queue with the oldies. While the coach driver lowers and raises the ramps to get every wheelchair on board, I nip back in for a quickie with the bingo caller. He's twenty-one and quick to cum. Once done I'm back out to board the coach to take Granny home. Simple.'
'You make the whole thing sound like a piece of cake,' whined Lauren.
'That's because it is. We've got ten days of summer left, I bet you can get laid in that time. I bet I could.'
'You're already in with the bingo caller.'
'I bet I could get a new man in ten days — if it was a one night stand.'
'Are you suggesting a girls night out?'
Lauren's eyes sparkled at the idea of an evening of drinking and dancing.
'No, I'm suggesting you and I can get laid in ten days,' asserted Tory.
'Where am I going to have the potential to meet a guy if we don't go to a pub or a club or something?'
'Be creative.'
'That's ridiculous. You're clearly not willing to help me have a summer fling,' sulked Lauren.
'I am. I'm trying to encourage self confidence. You're pretty Lauren. You can get a guy without any effort. I'm teaching you to think out of the box. Explore new ideas for sex.'
'If I name any location, you truly believe you could find a man there to bed?'
'Not only that. I'll find the guy in whatever location you give me and fuck him there too.'
Lauren couldn't help but giggle at Tory's outrageous bragging.
'Okay, prove it,' proposed Lauren.
'What's in it for me though?'
'Sex.'
'Yeah but I'm already getting that,' reminded Tory.
'If you go ahead with it, I'll do the same; you can choose the location for me.'
'Deal.'
The girls shook hands, grinning competitively at each other.
