A Little Getaway: A Sherri Polo Adventure

Ch. 1 A Little Get Away (Day One)

"Well I'm glad you got my number Sam!  I look forward to seeing you when I'm in New York!  Okay, see you then!  Bye love!," Teri cheerfully exclaimed.

Teri walked into the hotel room behind Sherri who was flicking on all the lights. Sherri walked over to the dresser and began taking off her earrings as Teri excitedly ended her call.

"Can you believe it?," Teri squealed as she playfully pushed Sherri. "I have a date!"

"In New York," Sherri sputtered seemingly unamused. Ignoring Teri's playful interaction she walked by her and sat on the edge of the bed. Putting her foot up on her knee she began undoing her sandal.

"Yes, in New York. What does that mean?," Teri asked feeling confused.

"Nothing. It means nothing. Look, it's just been a long day. I'm hot and my head is killing me because we stopped drinking those margaritas," she said sounding frustrated as she tugged off her other sandal then got up and sat at the small eating table next to the kitchenette.

"Well, I can fix that. Because when you decided to take a walk on the beach while I was on the phone I came inside and put two cervezas in the freezer," Teri said as she danced into the kitchenette and pulled out two frosty beers from the freezer.

Sherri sighed in contentment. "Have I told you lately that you are a Goddess?"

"Only about a half a dozen times since we've been here but what's one more? And there's plenty more where these came from. I tipped the concierge to stock the fridge. There's at least 30 in there."

"That's it? Must've been a cheap tip!." Sherri teased.

Teri threw a bottle cap at her as she walked over to where Sherri was in the the little dining area next to the kitchenette.

"You of all people should know that there is nothing cheap about me," she declared as she opened her arms and gestured around their ocean view room.

"Yeah, it's too bad Corin couldn't make it."

"Well Corin is a fucker. He could have told me he had a girlfriend before he sent me dirty texts and that dick pic."

"A dick pic? Do tell girl!" Sherri exclaimed as she took a beer from Teri then sat at the table with her legs crossed over the edge and her feet dangling over the side.

"I think your dick is bigger." Teri said almost seriously as she sat down in the chair next to her. This sent Sherri into a fit of laughter that caused her to sit up and double over.

"Stop it!  I'm gonna piss myself!"

"Oh like that's something new?"  This made Sherri laugh even harder.  Tears began spilling from her eyes, and she wiped them away as she tried to catch her breath.

"You okay?", Teri chuckled after about a minute.  Sherri rubbed her sides, and nodded yes but she was still trying to get a hold of herself.

"Come on though, seriously... if you're going to have a wild Twitter flirtation and then go out of your way to get my number AND then make filthy promises you better follow through. Mama is almost fifty. She ain't got time for that."

"Yeah but you're fucking sexy for almost 50.  Way too sexy for his scrawny ass."

"I am aren't I?," Teri laughed winking at her. "And fuckable right?"

"Oh totally.  Those abs alone are like oooooo girl..."

"So why does no one want to fuck me?" she asked mock crying as she put her head down on the table.

"It's been like a month. Seriously?"

"Says the woman with the live in hottie. Cry me a river," she mocked picking her head up.

"6 months."

"What???"

"6 months," she answers taking a long sip of her beer.

"What??  Why?"

"Honestly?  I don't know. I was working. He was working. Now he's trying this New Age healing shit that someone on set showed him and for some reason sexual energy "interferes", and you have to suppress it and pretend it doesn't exist.  Well let me tell you, my lady parts know it exists.  Especially the little man in the canoe if you know what I'm saying."

"Ooo I hear ya sista," Teri answers, offering her beer up in a toast which Sherri clicks her bottle up against.

"Seriously though?  How does he think that is okay?" Teri asks leaning back in her chair.

Sherri shakes her head not able to think of a valid reason.

"Get this!  He bought me a meditation headband that I'm supposed to use when I 'get the urge'.'

"Seriously???"

"Dead serious," Sherri replies holding up her fingers in the Girl Scout oath as she took another sip of her beer.

"Oh Girl Scout honor?  You mean business.  A meditation head band?  What are you supposed to do with that?  Does it fit between your legs?"  Teri asks bursting into laughter.

'Fuck that. I got myself a Rabbit."

"Oh my God!  You don't need anything else!  It'll change your life!  Has it changed your life?"

Sherri nods smirking. "The Rabbit can go all night!" she says suggestively as she reaches out to high five Teri.

"It sure can.  And you never have to tell it what to do." 

"Amen sister."

"Amen."

They tap their beers in solidarity once again, and then drain them on that note.

"Want another?" Teri asks.

"Is that a serious question?" Sherri asked.

"It was rhetorical more than anything else," Teri states as she winks at her.

"I was about to cry about how you don't even know me."

"Oh I know you.  Probably better than you know yourself," Teri states as she walks to the fridge and pulls out two more beers.

"Oh really?"

"Really."

"Wanna bet on it?"