Cold Dinner

We took a quick shower together then headed downstairs.

Rose was sitting alone at the dining room table, the dinner growing colder. She had gone through a half a bottle of wine and had her arms crossed. She was not in a good mood. She looked up. "Dinner's cold," she said before taking a gulp of wine.

"I'm so sorry. It looks amazing," I said. "I'm sure it's still tasty."

"Hmmph."

Sarah and I sat down. Sarah would not look at Rase, and Rose would not look at either of us. I made myself a plate, and Sarah did the same. We ate in silence as Rose just drank her wine.

After dinner, I asked Sarah to clear the table. When she went into the kitchen, I talked to Rose. "Look, I really wanted to fuck you too."

"And I just bet you thought of me the whole time," said said sarcastically. "Even if you did, do you know how long it's been since I....I...well, you know."

"I feel very badly. Tell you what. Every Saturday morning, weather permitting, my parents go play tennis at Nine Pines Tennis Club. It's like clockwork. "Come by after 8 am. Bring me a mocha latte, and I'll have a very nice tip for you."

"You will?" she asked expectantly, her demeanor changed."

"Promise."

"I could use you tonight."

I could have another go, but I decided to see what making her wait would do to her eagerness.

"I know. But I need to get home, and I want a full tank. Oh, are you on...uh...birth control."

"Hysterectomy."

"Oh, OK then. Sarah?"

"Same."

"Is it that common?"

"My doctor told me it's the second most common procedure for women over 40. so I guess so."

After Sarah finished, I thanked both of them and admitted my research was a ruse to get to know them better as I found them both very attractive, and they were flattered. We exchanged numbers, and I went back home.

Just after 10 pm, Rose sent me a photo of her sitting up topless in bed.