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This Calls for a Thong
by Cynthia Borris   
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
Last edited: Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Posted: Friday, January 09, 2004

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French cut, high cut, no cut...


“So how was your anniversary?" I dipped a tortilla chip in the bowl of salsa. "I can't believe you hit the silver one."

"Twenty-five years, same guy," Barb lifted her glass and drew a gentle sip, "same old, same old." The tequila went down slowly.

"I heard you went to Vegas to celebrate. How romantic?" I looked at my finger empty of ring and wondered one life, one man. Hmm? Nah, I love my life.

"I fell asleep." Barb slumped against the back of the booth.

"But that was after the candles and champagne, right?” A negative nod confirmed the anniversary gone south.

She gazed at a couple lost in a kiss at the bar.

"You mean not even a little 'wham-bam'- you know - 'thank-you-ma’am'?" I pushed the envelope of friendship.

"We have that every night." She broke a chip in half. It dropped to the salsa and sank.

I stared at the woman across from me and gulped, "Every night?"

"Pretty routine. Lights out, covers back, in-and-out stuff."

"Best bud, you owe this guy." I grabbed her arm. "Come on, we're going to Macy's lingerie department." I dropped a twenty on the table and added, "And boy, does he owe you."

Warm under the influence of tequila, we trekked to the underwear department of Macy's, high on the third floor.

Felina, Oscar de la Renta, Calvin Klein taunted and teased. French cut, high cut, no cut whispered in sensual vibes, "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby."

I headed for the Cosabella section. I loved the cut, the sensual colors and celebration of sexuality.

“What’s that?” I asked, wryly studying the white cotton briefs with blue flowers in her hands. “Are you planning to go skydiving?”

A perplexed look clouded her face, canceling out the tequila high.

I stretched the panties seam to seam, peeking around the three-layer absorbent panel, “Then you don’t need a parachute.”

“But they’re buy two, get one free,” she countered and started to fill her arms with cotton bounty.

Worse than anticipated, I grabbed her by the hand. Packages with more coverage than an insurance policy tumbled to the ground.

"This calls for a thong." I thumbed through the racks of delicate wisps of strings and tapped my finger on the silver metal bar. "What size? Medium?"

"I can't wear one of these." She dangled the strip of material on her index finger and whispered, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Of course, it's uncomfortable." I snagged three items and held them up to the light for a better look. "But then, you're not supposed to be in them long." I nudged her with my elbow and smiled. "That's the point."

"Take a look at this one." A shimmering pair of blue panties, dotted with rhinestones and a floss of a thong wore a price tag of twenty-five dollars.

"You mean someone would really wear these?" Her voice dropped to a bare hush.

We moved from display to display, sifting through endowed bras to sheer-to-the-nipple. Arms overloaded with elegant bras and skimpy panties, we paraded into the dressing room. We stripped down to the bare necessities and slid intimates off hangers. Adorned in our sexuality, we posed forward, backward, and pursed our lips to the mirrors. We waved to the hidden camera operator.

"Oh my God," hangers rattled inside the dressing room.

I pulled the pleated curtain aside and affirmed, "Oh my God." I covered my mouth, inhaled a snicker, "Maybe neon green isn't your color." I choked on the word, "Or feathers."

A defeated gaze reflected in the mirror as she sighed, “May I should just go home and soak in a hot bath.”

“Not unless he’s with you,” I said, noting to look for bubble bath and floating candles.

“This is so not me,” a plucked feather drifted to the carpet. “It’s hopeless.”

"Try again." I closed the curtain and waited for the next floor show.

"Maybe it'd be easier to roll over and go to sleep." Barb offered from the other side.

"No way, this is serious business. You're in trouble, girlfriend, in the bedroom department." I shouted back, "Come on, bare that booty!"

"Okay, here I come." She parted the drape.

Tight buns, orange thong, what? A cartoon character on the front of her? I pushed the little nose on the fuzzy bear just inches below her belly button. It played a sorrowful tune of Tonight's the Night.

I shoved her back into the cubicle and said, "Next?"

She donned a pair of red, easy-on-the-eye lace bra and panties and I heard, "Hmm? Yeah," from the other side of the curtain.

"Wait," I hustled back to the racks of seduction-in-wait and searched for the missing accessory. I separated delicate laces to the left, sorted to the center and there it was. Perfect.

"Here." I tossed the item into the dressing stall.

"Is this a…?" 

"…Yes, snug to fit, guaranteed to please, garter belt." I leaned against the wall, arms crossed over chest, satisfied with my mission. Score one for best buds.

Barb left the store with a small package of lust under arm. I brought something too just because we are friends and that is what friends do.

I hugged her goodbye and hopped into my Toyota.

The next morning, midway between my cinnamon scone and French Roast the phone rang. The voice memorized over the years, I knew who it was.

"He loved it," her excitement rang rich with freshness. "He can't thank you enough." I sensed a purr.

I leaned back in my chair, wrapped warm in familiarity, and said, "Want to go out again next week? I know this great toy store that specializes in…"





A 2005 USABookNews Humor finalist, Cynthia Borris, No More Bobs, resides in California. Numerous Chicken Soup for the Soul contributor and humor columnist, she is working on her next novel, To Serve Duck. For speaking engagements, contact author at website. She’ll bring the coffee and laughter but not the BOBS!   Quack, quack…







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Reviewed by Julie Donner Andersen
Story titles are verything, hence the number of MEN who have posted reviews here. *wink*

Reviewed by Kalikiano Kalei
MOST amusing! Definitely not the same old 'Thong and dance' stuff here! Or perhaps: 'The Thong has ended, but the melody lingers on'. Purely enjoyable, but not without a hidden undertone of some serious issues dealing with keeping the vital core matrix of relationships alive and fulfilling. Fantasy assumes an ever-increasing importance in married life, after the daily replay of familiar intimate routines start to dull the usual interest, butg it never ceases to amaze me how many people fail to realise that simple fact. Smart couples will always make a concerted effort to keep things fresh and exciting (admittedly somewhat effort-intensive, but ultimately well worth it!). If this is an example of what you are like in an audience situation, I would imagine your engagements are a very amusing and entertaining experience indeed!
Mahalo for this one, Kalikiano!
Reviewed by Robert Harrison
I tried so hard to read this with only one eye, then a sideways glance but it was no good, not even squinting could not stop me from remembering some sixty years ago when it was all bloomers and corsets.

Oo you are cheeky, but I liked it.

Reviewed by Tom Elkins (Reader)
I love it when you talk dirty.

Reviewed by Thomas Garrett
I loved it! Hilarious story, and such a natural tone and flow. Naturally, the title got my attention, but the story itself is wonderful. Great job.

Sonny G
Reviewed by Barbara Terry
When I have my final goal met, i will try a little of this lust on M ichael (giggles). This was so rompy, sooooooo funny, and soooooo shopping. And, i agree with Janet, cause no one can get by without a little help from their friends. Very nice write, Cynthia. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little den sister, Barbie

"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Reviewed by Tom Hyland
CIN - CIN-ful as usual!

Great write! Reminds me of a trip to a Hecht's Company sale, urged on by my daughter, Ann. The year was 2000, wife of 35 years had left me, our home was sold, and it was just before Christmas. I was DOWN, and as a woman, Ann knew how to cheer me up! SHOPPING for new, wild & crazy "unmentionables."

She was RIGHT - and a couple of hundred dollars later, I was a new man, with a new image! Look out Ladies, here I come!

Keep up the good work - OH - and Congrats on the "Soup" item! Tom.
Reviewed by Randal Files (Reader)
Your humor is devilish and your talent is awesome!! Thanks for the grins..
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Definite synergy here - humor combined with insight and a finely-penned write - loved it!

Reviewed by Divinity 11
haha, great stuff

Reviewed by Debra Conklin
This was great! I just recently submitted my own thong article, take a look. The garter belt. What is about those damn things that men love? I have only one, but my hubby wants me to wear it ALL THE TIME! I can't stand em, but the rewards for a moment of garterdom, are um...well...quite worth it.
Reviewed by L. Kolenich (Reader)
What a hoot! Good friends are priceless - just like this story! Rhinestone floss? Oh my.
Reviewed by Bob Holt (Reader)
This was great. I know you're willing to go that extra mile to help people. By the way, out-Bobing yourself isn't necessarily a good thing.
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
Woo-Hoo, this is a fun article. Reminds me of the song 'I get by with a little help from my friends' ;) This is entertaining, thank you.

JC xoxoxo
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Very Interesting! as they used to say on Laugh-In. And I have to love that graphic!!
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