Texting Gary that Sharon wants to be his fuck buddy

"Just a minute, Sharon," Bernie said. "I'll text Gary. If he doesn't say no or wait, then, like you said, it's into the van for a slobber fest, you, me and Gary's jacket. And then pretend I'm Rei going after your ass."

Sharon laughed, a loud and brassy sound that would carry across a busy street. "Good old Sharon, the magnet for butthole dykes," She slapped both hands on the seat of her pants. "Ain't saying no. Except hey, Pretend Rei? You're big enough to be two of that little dyke. So be careful throwing your weight around if you're gonna be grinding your gash on my leg and my butt like Rei does, you know. Or something."

"Uh-huh," Bernie said. She took her phone out and started to pull up the conversation with Gary. The last message was her sending a thank-you in reply to the close-up profile of Gary's face with with his eyes closed and his mouth full of another man's penis.

Bernie held the phone close so as not to flash Sharon the dick pic. She started clicking out a message. Sharon shifted her weight and got up from the bench.

"Oh hey, Bernie," Sharon said. "Send him this and tell him CAN I HIT THIS Y/N."

"Huh?" Bernie said.

Sharon stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and bent forward, mooning Bernie at close range with a pair of broad, bare buttocks and butt crack.

"A picture." Sharon slapped her butt cheeks. "Send him THIS."

Sharon's butt had rippled with her slap, a quick, shallow motion. Gary's old girlfriend had firm buns, more taut than Bernie had expected for Sharon's full curves. Bernie's nose tingled with the scents of sweat. cunt, and ass. Her mouth watered.

"Oh, ah, okay," Bernie said.

"I know, right?" Sharon said. "Frame it up."

Bernie couldn't think of anything to say. She took a deep breath, let it out, dialed in the camera, and tried to hold the view centered on Sharon's butt crack. Her pulse thumped in her ears, and her arms trembled.

Click. A picture of Sharon's bare buttocks appeared on the screen. Clear and sharp in the slanting afternoon light, with no sign of Bernie's trembling hands.

Sharon looked around at Bernie. "You got it?"

"Yeah," Bernie said.

"Good." Sharon pulled her shorts back up and straightened up. "Don't want to give anyone else a free show." She turned around and nodded. "Yeah. Send it to Gary. Can I Hit This Y or N."

Bernie swallowed. Alison wouldn't have even asked about Gary. She could practically hear Alison's voice. Hey girl, you free? I got a couple hours before a first date, wanna hit this? But Alison was too fast to catch, much less to hang onto. Older, smarter, and perfectly confident that she was the center of her own world, and maybe you'd like to come visit.

Sharon stretched her shoulders and neck, rolling her head from side to side. She settled back on the bench next to Bernie, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back. "Hmmmm," she sighed. "Ahh."

Bernie balanced the phone on top of Gary's old athletic jacket, the one Sharon had brought to give back to him, because it didn't fit around her shoulders anymore. And because looking at it reminded her of him. And because the inside, around the collar and the shoulders, still smelled like him. Bernie swallowed as her mouth watered again. She texted Gary.

Bernie smiled. Gary had had a good time at the party. She'd ask him about it tonight.

"Did you send him the picture?" Sharon asked.

Bernie startled. Sharon had quit dozing and was looking down at Bernie's phone.

"You didn't. C'mon, girl. I didn't have you take that ass shot for you. Send it."