I nodded, remembering the few times they had joined us for lunch or dinner. They were a bit older than Yara and me, and seemed like this super happily married couple, which I really didn’t need in my head while I was all single and miserable. “Yeah…lawyer and chef, right? They seem to, uh, be pretty married to each other, so I don’t know how this helps my situation.”

“Well, Vi, you know how every few months I just…disappear for a weekend or so?”

“I mean, I don’t exactly track your every move, but, you do go radio silent here and there.”

“And have you noticed how before and after those times, Brenda and Wendy seem to show up in my life more, and I talk about them a hell of a lot more often?”

“Sure…” I said, wondering where this was all going. It was at least a distraction from the disaster of the rest of the night.

“I probably should have told you about this earlier, since we’re supposed to tell each other ‘everything’” Yara made air quotes, “during those times, Brenda, Wendy, myself…and a few other friends, we just go somewhere and have a shitload of sex with each other for a weekend.”

"So you just meet up with them every couple of months and just…have sex?" I said.

"It really doesn't need to be more complicated than that, does it? We all like each other, and we all want to fuck. What's the problem?" Yara said.

“And the married women are just…fine with all of it?”

“Well yeah,” Yara smiled and laughed a little. “This has been going on for a while…a long while. Brenda, Wendy and I have been the constant members, and the two of them are literally married because they were in this group…I got to see the first time they ever had sex with each other, that was pretty hot.” Yara giggled.

"So, this is…like a singles night for horny lesbians," I said. I still couldn't believe it. It was strange, of course it was, but after striking out so many times, I was pretty much open to anything.

“I mean…we've done long weekends…someday I think we're going to rent out a cabin for a whole damn week.” Yara looked down at her drink and then at me. “Am I freaking you out too much right now?”

My heart was racing, the prospect of the event feeling exotic and liberating to me. From what I remembered of Brenda and Wendy, they were both pretty gorgeous, and the thought that they’d been having sex with my best friend pretty regularly for years tied my brain into knots…but it also created a kindling of warmth in the base of my stomach, a curiosity that I couldn’t ignore.

“No, I’m not freaked out, it’s just…this seems so…”