Tequila Barb's was hopping. Ambient chatter and bursts of laughter filled the room, giving the place a buzz Celia hadn't expected. She rarely came in on Fridays and had forgotten live music was standard at TB's. With the band on a break, Celia crossed to the bar with an odd feeling that she was attracting attention.
Josie saw Celia right away and zoomed over to her. "Hey, beautiful!" She reached across and grabbed Celia's hands. "What'll it be, Va... I mean Celia, right? I gotta get used to that." Josie smiled.
"Yup, Celia. I'll have a red wine, whatever you got." Josie turned to open the fridge behind her. She pulled out a gallon jug of red wine. She had no trouble identifying it because it said "Red Wine" right on the label.
With a sly look on her face, she set the glass in front of Celia. "Darlin,' I don't want to pry, but you seem to be busting out of that shirt in a way I ain't never seen outta you before. Anything you want to fess up?" Her smile said it all.
With an odd sense of gratification, Celia swung her shoulders right and left. "Yeah, they're almost two months old. Say howdy!" She shook back and forth, making her breasts shimmy in front of Josie.
Josie reached her hands out and asked, "May I?" Celia blushed and then, with trepidation, said, "Sure, I guess." Josie leaned over the bar and gently cupped each breast. Giving them a little squeeze, she said, "Nice! Good job! Where'd you get them done?"
Celia threw a quick glance right and then left to see if anyone was paying attention. They weren't. Oddly enough, watching Josie's hands on her breasts seemed kind of funny. She hadn't had a girl feel her up since her pubescent sleepovers. Embarrassed or thrilled, she wasn't sure which, she put her hands over Josie's hands and held them to her boobs. Laughing, she said, "Dallas. A great surgeon; she was the best."
Celia released Josie's hands as Josie slid back behind the bar, chuckling.
"I keep thinking about doing it too." She looked down at her own breasts and placed a hand under each one to prop them up. "What do ya think?"
Josie had ample breasts. They popped with authority from under the white-t with the red logo.
Celia leaned in and said, "I don't want to make this weird, but you were kinda the role model for how I wanted mine to look. I think you're perfect just the way you are."
Josie burst out laughing. "I'm flattered. Thanks, hon, I appreciate the homage." Smiling with delight, she headed to the opposite end of the bar.
Celia spun around on her chair to check out the room. In a still unaccustomed manner, her chest led the way.
She had yet to become comfortable with the stares she now got from both men and women. Celia had the sense that her breasts were two laser pointers guiding her through life. Even as she surveyed the room, they were attentively holding court.
Without warning, a deep sense of contentment welled up inside her. A new life lay before her that she alone would captain. She sat tall and proud on that barstool, not feeling small, insignificant, or unworthy.
This confidence thing is working for me.
An aura materialized around her that she couldn't identify. It wasn't elation; that had tempered a bit since she'd landed the job. It wasn't longing; she had everything she had ever wanted. A lighthearted feeling had descended on her hips. She moved her butt on the stool as a tingle zinged across her lap. She couldn't be sure, because it had been so long, but she thought she might be feeling horny.
Can't remember the last time this happened.
Not with Rod, certainly. His approach centered around a 'slam-bam-thankyou ma'am' experience. No foreplay, no warm-up, just 'Brace yerself, Brigid,' and off he'd go. He would sometimes feel her up first, his attempt at meaningful foreplay, but she had never had much stimulation from her breasts.
I wonder if the new ones will be different?
She thought back to Josie touching them, and outside of being felt up by a girl, she hadn't noticed any real significant change.
Time will tell; I guess.
As far as her marital satisfaction, she had given up on the idea of an orgasm with Rod in the room long ago. When they first started dating, he had been more determined and could actually get her to come, but he had long since lost interest. She did use a vibrator when Rod wasn't home, of course. She had hidden it under her side of the bed, tucked under the frame. Using a piece of stick-on Velcro, she'd been able to keep it secured in place until she needed it. Even then, she never had that rush of ecstasy she had heard so much about. She got shivers, but never anything over-the-top.
All at once, the idea of that little love machine buzzing between her legs aroused her.
Where the hell is this coming from?
In her entire adult life, the thought of slipping away to use her vibrator had never occurred to her.
Wow! Desire! I'm liking it a lot.
An amazed smile burst across her face. She swung around, back to the bar, and as she did, a cowboy sat down beside her. She glanced at him, and it sparked a feeling of recognition. She looked again and asked, "This might sound corny, but do I know you?"
The burly cowboy smiled, flashed his very white teeth, and said, "Hello, Roadkill."
Celia exhaled, "Ohhh!" In an exaggerated gesture, her arms went into the air, and she shook her head.
"You again? Do you just patrol these roadside bars looking for damaged women?" Celia laughed.
"Actually, this is my regular hangout. I was only down the road that one time. I was supposed to meet a friend, but he never showed." The cowboy gave her a wry grin.
Celia weighed what she should say next, then spoke, "Let me buy you a drink. You were awfully kind to me; it's the least I can do." Celia smiled, and her eyebrows rose, waiting for his consent. "Thank you, by the way."
The cowboy bowed his head and said, "I would like that."
Raising her hand to attract Josie's attention, she pointed to the cowboy. Josie floated down to the end of the bar.
"Hey, I didn't know you guys knew each other."
"Actually, we don't. I never got your name."
Was that flirtatious?
Josie let out a surprised laugh. "Oh, it's that kinda thing. Okay, I get it. Cool."
Celia blushed and replied as fast as she could, "No, that's not what happened. You see..." She paused. Trying to explain their first meeting proved too convoluted. Waving her hand to dismiss the train of thought, she said, "You know what, it doesn't matter." With a lighthearted laugh, she turned to the cowboy, stood up, and, executing all the pomp and circumstance she could muster, extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Celia Barlow. And you are...?"
The cowboy smiled. Following her lead, he stood up, took her hand, and said, "My pleasure, Celia. I'm Carter Lange. It's nice to meet you under more positive circumstances."
Josie piped in, "Okay, now that the formalities are complete, Carter, what can I get you?"
"Beer is good. The usual," he said.
"The usual, eh? I guess this is your regular hang. I don't remember seeing you in here before."
"Oh yeah, I've been coming in here since before I was supposed to."
"I'm not usually a Friday night gal, so I guess that makes sense." Look at those eyes, geez!
Josie delivered a frosted glass of beer. Carter lifted the glass and took a swig. "So, who you got playing tonight, Josie?" Carter asked with a knowing smile. Playing along without hesitation, Josie said, "It's a great band, The Langeliers. They play here a lot." Looking to Celia, "I think you'll like 'em. That lead singer is a cutie!" Josie tossed Carter an eyebrow raise.
Sensing something was up, Celia blurted out, "Okay, you two, what's going on?"
From the stage, a guitar chord rang out. Carter took a swig of his beer.
Picked up the glass and looked at her. "I'll be right back."
He walked toward the stage as the drummer pounded out an intro rhythm. Carter set his beer down by one of the amps and grabbed the microphone. As the guitar and bass kicked in, Carter swung toward the audience, and the band let loose a strong rendition of "This Is How We Roll," a Luke Bryan hit. His clear, sexy voice brought goosebumps running up and down Celia's arms. She turned to Josie and said, "I did not see that coming. He's really good."
Josie smirked. "Wait till you hear some of the love songs he does. Oh my God!"
Celia had never known a performer before. She found herself captivated. The band did several of her favorites. Carter kept looking over and nodding to her.
Oh my God, I'm a groupie.
That thought didn't bother her; it made her more interested.
They slowed things down with a Garth song that Celia knew by heart. She could feel herself flush as the first notes of "I'm Shameless" sprang from the guitar. Her favorite, and easily the sexiest song she had ever heard.
Carter lowered his head for a beat, then looked straight at her as he began to sing.
Stepping off the stage, he wove his way through the audience toward Celia. As he approached, he started in on the second verse, his voice warm and sexy. The goosebumps continued to rise.
Mid-verse, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Holding the microphone in one hand, he gently brushed the back of his other hand across her cheek. Celia blushed bright red, euphoria blossoming inside. The audience hooted and hollered, followed by a large round of applause.
Turning back to the stage, Carter finished off the song. He sang the final three stanzas to Celia.
I'm shameless when it comes to loving you.
The song finished, but she couldn't move. She didn't applaud; she didn't stand up; she stared at Carter the way he had just stared at her. From that moment on, she never took her eyes off the stage.
As he sang the next song, Carter swayed right and left across the stage. As he moved away from her, she couldn't help but notice his firm ass. His jeans fit just a bit too tight as they wrapped around his slim waist. She wondered what that outline might reveal.
Another first!
She couldn't recall ever checking out a guy's junk before.
The band did two more songs and said goodnight for the evening. As the other members began to break down the equipment, Carter sauntered over to Celia. He sat next to her and gestured to Josie for a beer.
Celia's face glowed hot. Flustered, she stared at Carter as he sipped his beer.
An urge had built inside her. A desire that she could not deny. On impulse, Celia said, "I can't believe I'm going to say this. Last time we met, you offered me a ride home. Is that offer still good?"
Carter smiled. "You know it is."
Gesturing to Josie, but not taking her eyes off Carter, she said, "Josie, what do I owe you?"
Carter moved to the stage to collect his things as Celia settled up her tab.
Josie tossed a knowing smile.
"I leave for Austin in the morning. I'll send you my new address as soon as I have it. You have to come visit. Be good." Celia leaned over the bar and gave Josie a hug.
Carter had been waiting at the door and opened it as she approached. Her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts, each contradicting the other. The walk across the parking lot gave her a second to rethink her actions.
What the hell? What if he's a serial killer? Don't get entangled the night
before you move? Am I really going to fuck this guy?
She giggled, her eyes wide with amazement.
Finally, logistics became an issue. She said, "I appreciate the ride, but here's the thing..."
Carter dropped his head.
"Oh no," she said, "hear me out. I'm moving to Austin in the morning, and my apartment is already packed up."
"You're moving to Austin?" Carter asked. Authentic disappointment gleamed in his eyes.
Don't blow this.
"Yeah, in the morning, but that's not the point." With a sharp inhale, she pursed her lips. "Again, I can't believe I'm saying this. Can we go to your place? And I'll follow you so I have my truck and can meet my dad in the morning to load up?"
Carter hesitated. "Yeah, sure, I guess." His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow, this is definitely going to be a one-night stand." The disappointment rang loud.
Celia smiled and put her hand on the back of his neck. "Let's not focus on that. Let's just enjoy the time we have and see where it goes from there." She kissed him.
His lips were soft, and his kiss gentle. Her hand rested on his chest as she leaned in closer.
Holy shit, I want this. Hmmm, he feels amazing.
He reacted oddly at first, then leaned into it. "That was different," he said, "Normally, I have to bend down to get a kiss. It's nice to have one at the same level."
Celia kissed him again and walked to her truck, dazed. She tossed a look of anticipation in his direction with a sly smile and climbed in.
Carter pulled his car out of the lot as Celia followed.