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“i made out with so many women tonight” said with pride in her voice and a lazy smirk set upon her features, as carla spoons the raw cookie dough in her mouth. she sighs in contentment, thinking of the women from the party. there was sarah from the pta, one of the blogging moms, one of the juicing moms, a mom with her arm in a cast, and you. a genuine smile plays on the corner of her lips as she thinks of you.
of those women she'd made out with, you were the only one she'd started the night with the intention of kissing. if she was being honest with herself, she'd wanted to ever since you and your daughter moved to the district last year. normally disinterested by any sort of "mom" events, she suddenly found herself attending bake sales and school raffles when she knew you were going to be there, and sitting through torturous pta meetings just to see you.
you two weren't friends, not really, but you'd spoken a few times, and she'd learned that you were also a single mom. divorced, not widowed, from your ex-wife. so she had a chance, she'd thought to herself, tight. and she thought you were so fucking cute – but she definitely wasn't, as her son would say, catching feelings. that wasn't her, she was carla fucking dunkler and she didn't do that. she just wanted to put her tongue in your mouth (she'd convinced herself) but she never had the opportunity – until the party.
the music had changed – from the upbeat house music she'd queued on the stereo to one of the slower songs amy had insisted on adding to the playlist. she'd spotted you in the center of the room, dancing with a group of women she called the moms you wanna fuck, or the moms she wanted to fuck – you more than anyone else. moving through the crowd, she made her way to you, grinding up against you. gripping the back of your neck, she'd pressed her lips to yours, smiling into the kiss at your gasp of surprise. you'd responded right away, pressing up against her, gripping at her hips like a lifeline.
unlike the rough and messy kisses she'd shared with the other women, all teeth and smeared lipstick, this one was slower and more sensual – but with no less passion. moments pass before she pulled away, wiping her lip gloss from your lips. she winked at you, before saying breathlessly – "us single moms gotta stick together, right babe?" starting to walk away, she put a hand to her ear and mouthed i'll call you, before stepping up on the table to introduce amy to the crowd.
sitting in the car while kiki drove her home from the party, carla pulls out her phone and types out a text.
carla dunkler: gr8 to c u tn babe 💋👅💦
carla dunkler: u free ths wknd?