"I have some wine at my place...do you both wanna come over for a bit? I live just a couple of blocks from here."
They looked at one another, as if weighing my offer.
"I really should get home," Lisa said. "I've got to work early. But you should go, Kirsten."
Yes, I thought, yes, Kirsten, you really should.
"Let me call Joe and see if he can pick me up on his way home." She stepped away from us to make the call. Come on, Joe, I thought, be a pal and help a girl out.
"He said that's fine. I'm going to text the address to him. He's going to come get me in about an hour and a half. Is that okay?"
And with that, my Dear Readers, my little adventure began.
After the obligatory tour (hardly a tour...I have two rooms!), I took the champagne from the fridge and took it and two glasses to the living room where Kirsten was sitting on my couch.
Let me take a moment to set the scene, Dear Reader. Portishead is playing on the hi-fi (read computer), and the bubbly has been poured. My living room is lit by lamps, because I'm a girl who doesn't like overhead lighting...I like atmosphere. Kirsten is sitting on my purple velvet couch, leaning over the arm, reading the titles of the books on my shelves. She is a bit taller than me, 5'5'' or so, and has longish red hair and freckles. She's wearing a black leotard, jeans, and Ugg boots. Very cute, granola girl next door.
"You really rocked that trivia, Libby," she says.
"You're weren't too bad yourself, Doll," I purr back.
"I hated those guys! They were so obviously cheating!"
I assume a stern look.
"Well, Missy, you're not one to talk about cheating now, are you?"
I swear to you, Dear Reader, she blushed.
"I really shouldn't have done that, I know. It's not like me. I just couldn't stand the thought of them winning."
"Well, you know what I say about that, Kirsten."
Again with the blushing!
"You said you were going to spank me!" she giggled, and sipped her champagne.
"I did not!" now I giggled. "I said SOMEBODY needs to spank you."
Before the words were out of my mouth, she was up on her knees, with her back to me and her bottom thrust out. "Go ahead, Libby," she said, laughing as if it were all a big goof, "I deserve it!"
Now, Reader, I'm very subby. I don't consider myself a switch. But something "switched" on in me at that moment, and I NEEDED to smack Kirsten's bottom. The problem was that I literally didn't know how. I'm very uncoordinated, and I was a little worried that I might miss altogether. But I'm not one to miss an opportunity, and, like I said, I was feeling a primal urge to smack her bottom.