“Have you started dating after your break-up?” asked The Enchantress’s mom sympathetically. “Do you still like him?”

“Ugh Mom, the break-up was mutual. I’m not still pining after him like a love sick puppy,” The Enchantress rolled her eyes. “And I don’t want to date.”

“Have you tried a dating app? All you kids are on it!” mom perked up.

“Mom I’m thirty-two, hardly a kid,” laughed The Enchantress. “But I’ll make myself a profile if it makes you happy.”

Mom excitedly patted on the couch beside her, gesturing for The Enchantress to sit. “It’s been a while since we did anything together. Let’s do it! We’ll find a perfect gentleman for you.” “Or lady,” mom added quickly with a smile.

Her mom’s excitement was contagious and soon they were poring over her phone picking out flattering pictures she could use. The Enchantress had to admit it would be a nice diversion.

***

Back at her own place, The Enchantress lay sprawled out on her bed on her tummy, her legs kicking in the air. Half-heartedly, she swiped left on a bunch of profiles making unimpressed noises. A couple noncommittal swipes to the right that were ‘maybe worth a one-night stand’. And then her breath was knocked out of her as she stared at one unmistakably familiar face. She hadn’t expected to see her again. Not after all these years.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the same cocky grin greeted her. Only, her cropped hair now had streaks of blue in it. Her finger hovered over her phone, unsure. A tear plopped down on her screen. In her haste to wipe it off, she accidently swiped right.

She sighed. Elisa had been the first, and so far, the only person she had been in love with. Though she had never admitted that to her. They had mutually decided that they would sever ties after the 12th grade, each going her own way. Love would only complicate matters.

Elisa was to be a pilot and The Enchantress, an engineer. In way she was glad they hadn’t kept in touch. Her parents couldn’t afford to put her through college. And I was too stupid to get a scholarship, she thought bitterly. Her concerned parents had offered to take a loan to pay for their daughter’s dreams. Her pride wouldn’t let them. Plastering on a fake smile, she had taken a course in journalism, insisting that writing had been her calling all along.

***

“What do you think, Chewtoy? She’s cute, isn’t she?” X was snuggling with Chewtoy on her bed, enthusiastically swiping through profiles.

“She said hi! Chewtoy! What do I say?”

X flirted with the latest girl who had caught her eye, the fact that she signed up on the dating app to find The Enchantress completely slipped her mind.

Stretching, she lazily got out of bed. “Guess who has a date tonight at G-spot, Chewtoy! That’s right. Yours truly. Now what do I wear?”

***

Tentatively, The Enchantress texted her a ‘Hi’. She didn’t know what to expect. She might not even recognise her.

She replied immediately.

“I’d pass you a note instead, but we’ll have to make do with this 😉”

“It is you, isn’t it?”

The Enchantress felt a not unpleasant jolt to her abdomen and replied, “It is. What have you been doing with yourself?”

“Never mind that, I’ll tell you what I’ll do with you”

The Enchantress: “And what might that be? 😉”

“I’ll take you out for drinks and we’ll catch up on each other”

“Though we won’t be doing a whole lot of catching up 😉”

 “We just had better things to do with our tongues”

The Enchantress: “And what would we do then?”

“I’ll tease you under the table with my hand”

“Slide it under the gorgeous dress you’ll be wearing”

“Gently stroke your inner thighs as I go higher”

“And rub your clit through your panties when the waiter’s at the table”

The Enchantress felt her cheeks flush. Ignoring the tingling between her legs, she asked, “Where do we meet up?”

“G-spot”

 “Sure 😉”

***

X threw open her closet and considered her options. “What’s a good first date outfit, Chewtoy?”

She settled on black skinny jeans with a plaid shirt. Throwing on her outfit, she checked herself in her mirror. Unbuttoning a couple more buttons on her shirt, she winked at herself. “That ought to do it.”

“Bye Chewtoy. Be good ok? Don’t wait up for me,” she said and clicked her front door shut.

***

The Enchantress surveyed her room, taking in the mess she’d made. She had pulled out all her dresses and laid them on her bed and then had gone through her jewellery, tossing pieces that could work on the bed. Then she’d upturned her lingerie drawer in a pile to add to the chaos. It has to be perfect, right down to my panties, she thought. She had never put in this much effort for anyone.

After painstakingly sorting through the heap, The Enchantress decided on an embellished dress with cut outs. She shook out her red curls and popped on a cocktail ring. After fussing with her hair for a bit, she decided she was good to go and headed for the door.

***

The Enchantress found Elisa in a corner of the crowded club. Taking in a few deep breaths, she forced a confident smile on her lips and walked up to her. Elisa caught her eye, a smile breaking out on her face. Giving her a tight hug, she said, “You’re even more stunning than you used to be.”

“I can say the same about you,” smiled The Enchantress, sitting down beside her. “A couple more piercings since the last time I saw you and you’ve got blue hair now.”

A waiter interrupted them, handing them their menus. “I’ve only gotten my ears pierced. What about you? Any piercings hidden away?” she smirked, blatantly staring at her breasts.

The Enchantress crossed her arms over her chest. “No nipple rings if that’s what you’re getting at. What have you been up to? It’s been…”

“Fourteen years,” completed Elisa softly. “I didn’t become a pilot, you know. I’m just a boring old manager.”

Feeling validated, The Enchantress admitted, “And I’m not an engineer. I… write articles for newspapers and magazines.”

“Still more interesting than what I do. We shouldn’t have cut ties,” Elisa said, draping an arm around The Enchantress.

“You regret it too?” The Enchantress hadn’t expected that. “Well never mind that, you’re here now.”

Elisa smirked in reply.

***

X found her date sitting at the bar. Sliding into the stool beside her she said, “Amy?”

The girl turned around, eyes lighting up. “Hi! I looked you up while I was waiting,” she said, her grin widening.

“Wait, what?” asked X alarmed.

“You’re X, aren’t you? You didn’t tell me that! You catch big bad criminals,” she pouted.

“Erm,” X tried to veer the conversation elsewhere. “What would you like to drink?” This doesn’t look good, she thought.

Amy exaggeratedly flipped her hair behind her shoulder before leaning into X. “You.”

X leaned back a bit before asking again, “What would you like? What do you normally get?”

Amy’s eyes got big and round. “I haven’t drunk before,” she giggled.

***

Empty cocktail glasses were strewn over their table. A waiter came over to clear it. “Would you like anything else?”

Elisa’s hand crept up higher under The Enchantress’s dress, fingers drawing circles on her inner thigh. Smirking, she turned to her, “What would you like?”

Blushing furiously, The Enchantress pretended to study the menu. Elisa’s fingers grazed her panties, teasing her. Squeezing her legs together, she intently looked through the cocktail menu.

Elisa breathed into The Enchantress’s ear, sending tingles shooting down her neck, “Don’t leave a wet spot.” She proceeded to tease her through the thin fabric of her lace panties.

Now visibly squirming, The Enchantress hastily ordered a round of pina coladas. Giving them a curious look, the waiter nodded and left.

The Enchantress moaned softly, grinding against Elisa’s hand. Swiftly, she drew her hand away, giving The Enchantress an innocent smile. “Still the tease you used to be, I see,” The Enchantress huffed.

“Some things never change,” Elisa leaned in and kissed her. Closing her eyes, The Enchantress melted into the kiss.

***

“Wait, you’ve never drunk before?” alarm bells starting going off in X’s head. Amy did look younger than the twenty-three she had claimed to be.

“Amy, how old are you?” she asked gently.

“Old enough!” she answered playfully, twisting her hair between her finger.

“Are you really twenty-three?” X persisted.

“Fine,” Amy rolled her eyes. “I’m eighteen. Almost”

X wondered how she could get herself out of this. Absent-mindedly, she scanned the club. Her eyes widened as she found herself staring into the eyes of the last person she expected to see.

***

The Enchantress’s eyes fluttered open as they drew apart from the kiss, locking eyes with the last person she wanted to see.