Fate delivers Sharon's ass into Bernie's lap

"Edibles," Sharon said. "Stu was right. I needed to get off alcohol. But I just can't handle smoke. So it was edibles. Yeah. I don't hate the world anymore. I don't pick fights." She rolled her shoulders and crossed and uncrossed her mostly-bare legs.

Bernie looked at Gary's ex, the woman that Stuart had described as a jealous, angry drunk. She was a curvy blonde with the legs of a woman who walked a lot, or surfed. She still had a tan, so maybe both. Some muscle in her shoulders. Maybe she worked with her hands, waited tables? Bernie forgot if Gary had told her where Sharon worked.

They were sitting on a bench outside Stuart's beach cottage. Sharon had walked up and asked if Stuart was around. Since he wasn't, Sharon hung around to find out what was going on with Stuart and with her ex Gary.

"Gary always had a wandering eye," Sharon said. "And he wasn't honest about it. Just kind of faded away when I wanted to talk about it. Goddamn I was so frustrated with him. I teased him that I was going to cheat back, but nope, couldn't ever get a rise out of him. Anyway. I miss him. I hope you're a better match, Bernie." Sharon laughed. "Unless you're working Gary to get to Rei. She told me she had a grand time at the last party with you. You look like her type. A party at Gary's house, I can imagine it. That big living room."

"Rei has a type?" Bernie asked.

"Yeah. She's a muscular little shrimp. She goes for the opposite. Big mama titty," Sharon said. "I bet she made a beeline for you. I never figured what that little dyke gets out of Kevin. He used to be mine before Rei decided she was gonna be only a part-time dyke. Her words."

Bernie blinked. Sharon had been Kevin's girlfriend, first, and then Gary's. Maybe there was lots of pairing up and splitting up in Stuart's crew. Except that Stuart was their priapic bisexual Pied Piper and had fucked all of his younger hangers-on -- Gary, Kevin, Sharon, Trent, and Debbie -- except maybe Rei.

Sharon tilted her head. "So Gary is your first real actual boyfriend?"

"Yes," Bernie said. She nodded and took a deep breath. "I, well, I used to date girls. The drama was, well, anyway." She sighed. "Gary doesn't fight me on things that matter."

"Nah, he wouldn't," Sharon said. "So how is it that you're driving Stu's van?"

"Stuart's out of town. Gary was busy, so I offered to fill up the gas tank."

Bernie was careful not to say Gary was busy with the gay hook-up I helped him plan. One of the participants had kept to Gary and Bernie's agreed plan by texting a picture of her boyfriend in profile with another man's erect penis in his mouth. From Gary's own phone. Though by this time of day, Gary's party had probably finished.

"Yeah, that van's a real gas guzzler," Sharon said. "Ha ha, how many times have I been lying naked flat on my back looking up at that ceiling with the big scarves and strings of little glimmer lights tacked up. Wasted on a drunk bitch like me. Like the drunk bitch I was. I'm into lifting, now, instead, and cardio."

That's where Sharon got her upper body definition, Bernie thought.

"So anyway, yeah, I was looking for Gary," Sharon said. "I owe him an apology for being such a gigantic bitch to him. I was also going to give back something I had. His jacket. It's too tight around the shoulders. And it's not worth keeping just because, oh god I'm such a mess." Sharon put her head in her hands.

"Sharon?"

"Because the jacket smells like Gary and that makes me extra horny and I rub my face in it and grind on my fists until I come. And then I cry because I threw him away."

Bernie put a hand on Sharon's back. "Rei told me she missed you."

"Rei? Really? Why?"

Bernie rubbed between Sharon's shoulders. "Rei has trouble getting an orgasm out of Debbie, and there aren't any other women regulars. Rei says she could always always get you off. Especially licking your butthole."

Sharon chuckled. "Yeah, that little dyke really goes for it. She always gets me off. Now, if I could pry her off my other old boyfriend, I wouldn't mind her giving me the doughnut hole treatment or the whole trip round the world. Kevin didn't do that. I could barely get him to eat pussy except by sucking his cock, real slow, and sitting on his face. Gary was much more into, well, everything. Even having me sit on his face." She shook her head and sniffled. "Yeah. Anyway." She lifted up a heavy cloth athletic jacket and held the inside to her nose, taking a deep breath. "Dammit. I would have jumped his bones if he were here."

"Can I?" Bernie asked.

"Be my guest. Take it off my hands, please," Sharon said. She handed Gary's jacket to Bernie. "I don't think we were a great match, but goddam we were good in bed. His mom and dad always had a little smirk at the breakfast table when I stayed over. Do they do that to you?"

Actually, Sharon, they were perfectly nice the morning after they surprised us having a sex party in their living room, and the four of us ended up in bed together, Bernie did NOT say. She didn't have any reason to make Sharon unhappy.

Bernie lifted Gary's jacket and took a sniff of the inside, between the shoulders. Yes, that was Gary all right. Her face and ears felt warm, and her pussy moistened.

"Ah ha ha, it's working on you, too," Sharon said. "He's got you. I thought I had him by the balls, but it was the other way around."

"Maybe so," Bernie said.

Their eyes met, blinked, flickered. It turned into a hug with Gary's jacket pressed between them and Sharon crying on Bernie's shoulder.

Sharon was a big girl, broad-shouldered, like Bernie's dearest girlfriend Habiba, but blonde. If Bernie closed her eyes she could imagine her lost love crying with happiness at their reunion.

But Habiba was part of the drama that Bernie was hoping to leave behind, and Sharon had been so hard on Gary that his friend Peter had told Gary to break up with her.

"You're so nice," Sharon said. "I'm glad Gary has someone nice who loves him."

Bernie held Sharon around the shoulders. Sharon was warm and strong like Habiba, but Sharon had bigger breasts. The tingle in Bernie's pussy was echoed by her nipples stiffening up.

Bernie laughed. "I'm nice?"

"You're nice to me," Sharon said. "I would have been a bitch to Meg if she'd come back looking for Gary."

"We're not in a competition," Bernie said. She swallowed. "Did you? Would you have jumped his bones if he were here?"

"In a heartbeat," Sharon said. "I don't think I can be Gary's girlfriend. But goddam right I'd be his fuck buddy."

"Do you want me to ask him?"

Sharon pushed back and met Bernie's eyes. "Is that a serious offer?"

Bernie nodded. "Yes. All I want is to be there. That's our deal, Gary and me." She smiled. "You can do what you like together. Are you on birth control?"

"The implant," Sharon said, patting her upper arm.

Bernie nodded. "Okay, then, anything you like with Gary. As long as I'm actually there." She took a breath. "Anything else is a gift to me. No obligation." She swallowed. "I'd like to do what Rei did for you."

"Yes," Sharon said. "What is it with me being a dyke magnet? Do I look like a lesbian?"

You don't look like NOT a lesbian, Sharon.

Bernie chuckled. "A magnet for part-time dykes, anyway."

"Fucking bitches, all of you," Sharon said gently, with a smile. "Ass fucking bitches."

Bernie giggled. "Uh-huh."

"Hmm," Sharon said. "Well. YOU have a key to the van. You want to have a slobber fest over Gary's jacket together until I'm horny enough to want you to dyke me out? I'm down, girlie. Or do you need to, ahem, Phone A Friend, first?"

Bernie laughed, open-mouthed. "I think I like you, Sharon," she said. "You remind me of my friend Alison. SHE's the fullest of full-time dykes I know. Low drama, but way too fast for me to catch."

"You need to check in with our boy before you drag me into Stuart's Super Sex Van?" Sharon asked.