Cynthia Jackson

As the door opened, a squeal suddenly came piercing through the night air. Jessie jumped slightly as she recognized her old roommate's trademark vocal sound.

"Jessie! Damn, it's good to see you!" Cynthia came rushing through the door, and towards Jessie.

It only took Jessie a second before she recovered and extended her arms.

"Cyn! God, how long as it been?"

Before she could answer, Cynthia was in Jessie arms, and the two women were exchanging hugs. Jessie knew it had to be at least 5 years since they had seen each other, but Cynthia hadn't looked as though she'd gotten any older.

Of the two, Cynthia had always gotten more attention - the tall, leggy brunette, with the mischeivious dark eyes, and bright smile was a magnet to most men who rarely could resist her friendly nature and curvacious body. Jessie had secretly held many fantasies of Cyn late at night, wondering what it would feel like to hold Cyn's naked body to her own, and feel the soft, dark hair agains her skin.

Cynthia's body still had the same luscious curves as it did years ago, and the tight, red dress only outlined them perfectly. Jessie could feel her head spinning, and was glad when Cyn grabbed her arm and headed to the living room.

"I'll, uh, fix us a couple of drinks, ladies. What would you like, Cynthia?" Sam asked.

"Oh, just some Jack Daniels on ice, please, Sam. Thank you!"

As Sam exited the room, Cyn grabbed Jessie's arms as they fell into the couch. Both giggled as they landed, their bodies now pressing against each other.

"So, tell me, Jess - what's up?"

Jessie didn't quite know where to begin.