The Fling

62

I got home from driving carpool and ran upstairs for a ten mile spin on my Peloton before taking a shower, carefully shaving all the necessary areas, even though I was in a hurry. Shawn was due to arrive soon, and I wanted to be ready for him or else the element of surprise would be ruined. The doorbell chimed as I finished getting dressed, so I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I opened the door and smiled at the handsome man in front of me.

His jaw dropped. "You're wearing the costume!"

"I told you I would." Given how tense things were, I felt spicing things up sexually would be a welcome distraction.

"Fuckkkkk," he breathed, his eyes raking over my body. "This version is way sexier than what you wore on Halloween!"

I didn't have a tank top on under my mesh shirt, opting for a lacy bra in its place, and instead of capri leggings, I wore fishnet stockings. "I don't need to be neighborhood-friendly today. Are you coming in or are you staying on my porch?"

He stepped inside and pulled me against him once the door was shut. "I would have worn my costume if you'd told me we were doing this."

"I wanted to surprise you, and besides, this is more about fulfilling your fantasy. Would you like a cup of coffee? I've got freshly cut mango-"

He cut me off and kissed me hungrily. "I've never really role played before."

"Neither have I, so I googled and learned that people take it to varying degrees. If you want to merely fool around while I'm dressed as Madonna, we can do that. The other extreme would be to create an entire scenario that we act out."

He ran his hand through his thick curls. "I kinda want to go all in."

"Yay! So do I! I gave this some thought and I have an idea. I may have researched a bit, too."

His eyes glimmered with excitement. "I'm all ears."

"Let's pretend that you've time-traveled forty years, all the way back to the beginning of 1983. You're lost and confused in Los Angeles and stumble into a restaurant looking for help or maybe a pay phone since your cell doesn't work. There's Madonna sitting at the bar sipping a cocktail after a long day shooting her Lucky Star video. She's on the verge of fame but is still relatively unknown."

Shawn was grinning like a fool. "The author in you is really coming out here."

"We can pretend my counter is the bar," I said to him before picking my phone up. "Hey Siri...play pop songs from 1983."

Seconds later, Billie Jean by Michael Jackson came on over my Bluetooth speaker. I got a glass of ice water since I wasn't about to drink this early and took a seat at the island.

Shawn left the room and then reentered from the hallway with a frightened look on his face. He glanced around anxiously before zeroing in on me. "Excuse me," he said softly as he approached the bar. "What year is it?"

I looked at him as if he was crazy. "I don't know what you're on, buddy, but I want to try it."

"I'm not on anything! I know this is going to sound completely insane, but I'm from 2023. Somehow I ended up in the past, but I'm not sure how far back. It looks like the 80's."

His acting ability impressed me. "Is this a joke? Did someone put you up to this?"

"No! Look!" he pulled his wallet from his jeans and showed me his drivers license. Then he took out his cell phone. "I tried using my phone, but there's no signal."

"Nice work with the fake ID, but you must be really high if you think that's a phone," I said with a laugh.

"I swear to you I'm from the future. I'm a singer like you, just maybe not quite as iconic."