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California summer. Hot days, warm nights, and cool ocean breezes. Bronzed bodies, shirtless guys and girls in bikinis. Summers in the golden state just hit different than anywhere else. It gives off a vibe of relaxed fun and possibilities. My husband and I had just welcomed our second daughter the year before and I worked tirelessly to get my body back in shape. The joy of our complete family overwhelmed me in the best of ways, yet I was craving some time to myself. I hadn’t drunk or partied in two years, so I desperately needed a fun night out. I had played the role of good mother and wife. This mommy wanted to be bad!It was a Tuesday evening when my cousin Roxanne called me. “Hey, you doing anything Saturday?””Nope” I sighed. “Why what’s up?””You want to go to a party in Malibu with me?””Hell yeah!” I shouted. It was to be at the home of a well-known music producer on the coast, overlooking the Pacific ocean. She was naming the people who were going to be there and I was getting excited. A party packed with famous, gorgeous celebrities. This is just what I needed!Roxanne was a hairdresser in Hollywood and had a clientele of stars. She knew their secrets and I was always enthralled by her stories. I couldn’t wait for Saturday to come! Roxy had told me to dress casual so I put on my shortest and tightest pair of white jean shorts and my black Ramones tank top. It accentuated my assets well. My boobs still full of milk and firm, and my bubble butt was toned once again. I had gotten a mani-pedi the day before so I was set. When my cousin arrived she took one look at me and said, “We’re doing braids on you girl.” “Ok.” I shrugged. I sat down and let her work her magic. As always she was right, It made me look like a teenager and not a mom. I felt sexy and confident, something I hadn’t felt in a while. Once she finished doing my hair, I kissed my daughters and husband goodbye, and Roxy and I headed out. Giggling and smiling as we hopped in her convertible and headed for the coast. Top-down, music blaring as we sang along and moved to the music. The sun blaring down on us as it hovered over the ocean and warmed our bodies. It took us an hour to get there but it seemed like only minutes. When we arrived and parked, Roxy pulled a joint out of her purse. “Let’s get our heads right first,” she said. We sat there for about fifteen minutes smoking and laughing like school girls. After putting in some eye drops and checking our lipstick, we exited the car and walked hand and hand down the street. We could hear the music before we were even close. Cars lined the narrow windy streets as people arrived. We got to beşevler escort the house and Roxy walked right in as if she lived there. Pulling my hand and guiding me through the maze of people until we reached the backyard. It may have been the pot and the fact that I hadn’t smoked in years, but I immediately felt out of place. I could actually feel my body curl up and withdraw. “Hey Kimmers, are you okay?” Roxy asked”That was some good shit,” I said grinning. “Come on, let’s get something to drink and some food.” She pulled me to the bar, stopping on the way to say hello and hug people. I have to admit I was star-struck. I felt that I stood out like a sore thumb. Not to mention the fact I was pretty sure I was the only one there who hadn’t had any plastic surgery. Even Roxy had fake boobs. Beautiful, big fake boobs. We got to the bar and I ordered a tequila sunrise and a bottle of water. Tequila always energized me. I chugged the bottle of water and took a few sips of my cocktail. After a few minutes, I began to relax and feel better. Roxy kept introducing me to people that would walk by. A who’s who of entertainers from music and movies. She spotted the host and ran over to him, leaving me alone. Being a food addict and the fact I was stoned, I made myself a plate of hors d’oeuvre and began to chow-down. The classy broad that I am, I was taking sushi rolls whole, one at a time. I looked like a squirrel. I felt a hand on my lower back and turned around with a mouthful of raw fish and rice.”Hi. I love your top. I’m a huge Ramones fan.” The words came out of this little pixie fairy standing before me. Blonde shoulder-length hair, livid greyish-blue cat-shaped eyes, and a small inviting mouth, short with a small frame. A girl next door look.”Thank you,” I said gulping down my food. “I’m Kim.” She introduced herself and we shook hands. Her eyes were fixated on me. I could tell right away she liked what she saw. “So what do you do? Are you in the industry?” she asked. “No, I’m a bartender, but I took a year off. I had a baby last year so I’ll be returning soon.””Congratulations! That’s so beautiful, and you look incredible.”It felt good hearing that from another woman. It had been a couple years since I felt the touch of a female and I could tell she was flirting with me. We continued to chat and she was totally interested in everything about me. Question after question. I didn’t mind though, I was loving the attention. Roxanne came back to me and smiled and hugged my new acquaintance. Apparently, they already knew each other. “I’m glad you got cebeci escort to meet my cousin. She’s awesome. Love her to death,” Roxy said to her.”I can tell. How have you kept her hidden so well?” she asked laughing. “You need to bring her around more.” With that, she excused herself as people were clamoring for her attention. “Who was that?” I asked Roxy.”Seriously? You don’t know?””No. Should I?” I felt embarrassed. “She’s in one of your husband’s favorite movies.” When she told me it clicked. I felt like an idiot.”Oh shit! No way! Dude, she was totally hitting on me. I think she wants me.” “Of course she does. She’s a little freak from what I hear. You should go for it””Nah. I’ve been out of action too long. Besides, she could get anyone here. She doesn’t want a married mom.” I said defeated.”Shut up slut. Everyone here is eye-fucking you. People are asking me about you,” Roxy said. “They’re just fascinated because they’ve never seen a woman eat like a truck driver,” I said with a laugh.”You’re so dumb,” Roxy laughed. “Let’s go flirt.”Roxy and I spent the next couple hours or so drinking and chatting with people. All the while I kept exchanging glances with my new friend. After a while, she started walking towards me so I met her halfway. “Would it be ok if I got your number? I would love to hang out sometime,” she asked. “That would be great!” I exclaimed. We exchanged numbers and talked a little more. The sexual tension was apparent. It was almost difficult to concentrate on conversation when all I could think about was playing with this little doll. Her eyes were burning into me and I could tell that she wanted the same.”Are you free next weekend by chance? I would love to have you over for dinner,” she said like a nervous teen.”I’m sure I could get away. I need the break,” I replied. “Anything particular you like to eat?” she asked coyly. “Honestly, I’m a pizza and tacos kind of girl,” I said with a laugh.”I think I’m in love,” she laughed back. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek and she said she would call soon. I really wanted this to happen, but I felt more than likely it wouldn’t. Roxy and I left soon after and began our drive home. Thoughts raced through my head of what might be, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. It was late and the wind cooled my skin as I closed my eyes for the rest of the ride.It was Sunday night when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number. I answered anyway and to my excitement, the starlet was on the other end. We chatted for a bit and she told me to come over Saturday night and that she would kolej escort be sending a driver to pick me up. I gave her my address and the plan was made. I hadn’t told my husband yet, but after I hung up I told him everything. “No fucking way,” he exclaimed. “I really hate you right now,” he said with a smile. “You going to hook up with her?””I fucking hope so,” I said with a big smile. The next week dragged on forever. I could hardly contain myself. I was like a kid the week before Christmas. Each day longer than the next.Saturday finally arrived and I awoke happy and anxious. I knew what was going to happen, or at least I hoped. I showered that afternoon and washed my hair, made sure to shave my legs and private areas, and finished off with some body oil after my shower. I looked at my naked body in the mirror, imagining it intertwined with hers. I was incredibly wet. I put on my yellow sunflower summer dress, no bra or panties and my black heels. I wanted her to see my form. I popped in my emerald earrings, my long hair draped over my shoulders and my makeup was on point. I felt sexy as hell.The car arrived and the driver rang our doorbell. I kissed my family goodbye. “Have fun. I can’t wait to hear about it tomorrow,” hubby said, smacking my ass on the way out the door. I got in the backseat and the driver led us to the freeway to my new friend’s house. The drive seemed to take forever. I made small talk with the driver to help calm my nerves. I couldn’t believe this was really happening, a date with a movie star! We finally arrived as dusk had set in. Getting out of the car I could feel the moisture between my legs. My upper thighs coated in my juices. My boobs were swollen and my rock-hard nipples pointed through my sheer dress. Fuck, I was ready for sex and I hadn’t even reached the house. The door opened before I could even knock. “Look at you,” she said while hugging me. “You look amazing. I love that dress,” she said smiling. “Thank you. You look beautiful as well.” And she did. Navy blue capri pants and a baby blue crop top. Her firm little body tucked snuggly into her outfit. Her exposed belly begging to be licked. Her home was modest yet spacious. Set in the hills, it overlooked the city of Los Angeles. Lights filled the night sky, almost making the chaotic city seem peaceful. “I took you at your word and ordered a pizza. Do you like red wine?” “I love red wine,” I replied. She poured me a glass and we sat and talked. I told her how embarrassed I was that I didn’t recognize who she was at the party and confessed I hadn’t seen all her work. “That’s totally fine,” she laughed. “I’m still kind of new to all this. Seems like forever already, but that’s how it is”The longer we talked the more the sexual tension grew. I could barely finish one slice of pizza because food wasn’t what I was craving. We finished our second glass and she opened another bottle. My body was warm and tingly as the buzz of the wine relaxed me.

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