RACE CAR WIDOWS
Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and
sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She
was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn't been much of that in New York
City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually
met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar
Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness
with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.
"Hello there," a voice called from somewhere. She searched the house and
lawn. She finally spotted Shirley because of a cloud of smoke being exhaled into
the shade on the upper deck. Shirley was sitting on the deck with her back
against the tree, smoking a cigarette.
"Come on up," Shirley called.
"I'm..."
"Alicia, I know," she interrupted. I've known you lived next door since we
moved in. I've been too busy to come over. It's good to see you," Shirley said,
flicking her cigarette onto the driveway.
"I'll be glad when the Indie is over," Alicia said, climbing the stairs.
Perry should be home for a while.
"Ray will be gone until the Winston. That's why we moved here," Shirley
said, standing. "Come on in."
"I'd rather sit outside, it's so nice this afternoon," Alicia said,
looking up at the breeze blowing through the trees. The house was surrounded by
a pine forrest. It was beautiful. Her eyes went to Shirley, absolutely dazzling
in her knitted white dress which showed her bra and panties beneath. It was
quite an outfit.
"I know. I just love this deck," Shirley said, taking a seat at one of the
tables. She motioned Alicia to a second chair. Alicia turned it and sat cowboy
style. Since she was wearing a short skirt her black panties were as visible as
Shirley's. Both women checked each other out thoroughly. It was more than a
casual glance, and they both liked what they saw.
"I get so damned lonely," Alicia said. "All my friends are back in New
York. I don't know anybody here, and when I go into town they look at me like
I'm a tramp. They'd probably die if they knew that Perry and I are swingers,"
she said confidentially.
"You sleep with other men?" Shirley was aghast.
...CONTINUES
IN THE MEMBERS SECTION