New Feelings

A Grown Woman?

Jill was having a wonderful time. She was having a very well-deserved weekend, and she was having a great time with some of her old friends. They were sitting at Starbucks and nursing very large drinks to try and get some relief from the heat outside. It was lucky that they were even able to find seating indoors as it seemed a lot of others had the same idea. No one wanted to deal with the heat.

With a quiet hum to herself, Jill softly squeezed her legs together. It wasn't that bad, but she had to pee a little bit.

"Hey, Jill, did you want another coffee?" asked Jill's friend Liz. "It's getting kind of late, and I know if you leave any later, traffic will be murderous."

"Uhm, I don't think so," Jill started to say, but at the pleading looks from both Liz and Lindsey, she relented. "Okay," Jill said with an over exaggerated and dramatic sigh, "One more! And that's it! After that I really have to head home."

The trio happily ordered their drinks and their conversation returned to the easy flow that Jill was used to within her little group. At least, that was until Lindsey turned her way with a mischievous grin.

"So, Jill," Lindsey said slowly, waggling her eyebrows, "anything actually happening in your love life?"

Jill let out a very heavy sigh at Lindsey's question.

"Well, you're not going to believe this," Jill said, taking a sip of her iced coffee and leaning slightly forward in her seat. "So, one of the teachers where I work – the guy in the room next to me? Pretty sure I think he has a crush on me. He asked me out a few weeks ago."

"Oh, help me," Liz responded with a groan. "Please at least say he's your age otherwise that's gross."

"Yeah, he is," Jill replied. "But he's really not my type," she added carefully, cursing inwardly at the blush that was quickly becoming apparent on her cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Lindsey said with a sigh. "You're pretty hard to lock down."

"At least you've got things figured out, I think," Jill shrugged, glancing pointedly over at Liz. "We both know little Elizabeth here still hasn't figured anything out."

"Jesus, Liz," Lindsey said, snorting at Liz's indignant shout. "After 10 years you really ought to have your shit figured out." A smile crept on Lindsey's lips as Liz started to complain loudly. They all loved each other, but Lindsey and Jill had to admit that Liz was hopelessly clueless even on her best days.

Jill listened as Lindsey and Liz went at each other and tried to casually and sneakily squeeze her thighs together again. The iced coffee she just had to drink was practically running through her as if it went straight into her mouth and directly to her bladder. Moments later, a lull fell in the conversation. Liz fell silent trying to figure out what exactly Lindsey's last comment meant, and Jill was half-distracted by herself and by trying to figure out what half their conversation had turned into. The silence didn't last long however, as Lindsey couldn't stand for there to be silence.

"So, get this," Lindsey said, taking a long drink of her iced tea. "A few weeks ago, I went to the beach with my boyfriend. We went in my car, and it was so hot we just immediately went into the water. We had a great time because the water was absolutely amazing, though the waves were a little high, but that was fun." Jill grinned at Lindsey's animated story-telling, arms flailing and voice lifting in pitch with her excitement. "But now, we're at the best part." Lindsey immediately grew solemn, her face grave and serious. "When we got back to the car, I asked Johnny, 'Did you grab some towels?' And the look he gave me – oh, dear Lord. And he's like, 'I thought you would have some in your car.' Like, I am absolutely serious with this. How did he come up with that one? Who the hell just has them in their car like that anyway? I mean, logically speaking, if you're going to the beach, you bring towels!"