Amanda stood at the doorway looking out of the screen door at the grass and the sunshine. She saw her coming up the driveway. Julia was her best friend, had been for several years. They were pregnant at the same time - twice. Amanda loved to bake, Julia loved to garden, they both loved to read. And she was the most beautiful woman that Amanda knew.
It wasn't just her body that seemed to stay long and trim without trying, or her emerald green eyes, or lips that always looked a little pouty.
Everything reminded her of Julia.
Sometimes at night Amanda would close her eyes and feel Julia's body laying next to her instead of that of her husband. Why she stayed married to him she didn't really know. She would breath deep and be able to smell Julia's smell just from memory. Her soft skin. What it would be like to lie with her every night. To wake up with her every morning. To hold her.
To kiss her.
As Julia waved and smiled from the driveway Amanda returned the gesture. The kids piled out of the car and joined the ones already playing the the yard. Shrieks of joy and pure childish energy erupted as they joined hands and ran around the back of the house.
For one moment Amanda thought she would not be able to contain her feelings for one more minute. That when Julia walked onto the porch that their embrace would be deeper, longer, that their lips would meet. Amanda knew that Julia's mouth would be wet and perfect. That the kiss would melt any divide between them and they could kiss forever. Those soft, alluring lips, that she had watched for hours as they talked about husbands and kids and soccer practice. Lips that never got enough kisses.
Julia stepped onto the porch.
"Hi friend! Ready to make some jam?"
"You know how I love strawberry jam!"
"Are the kids okay out back?"
"Yeah, I turned the sprinkler on for them before you got here. Did you remember the extra clothes?"
"Definitely! Let's get to work!"
And the moment was gone.