The others raised their glasses in salute, the sound of fine crystal ringing in the air as they touched them together. "To best friends."

After getting everything set up, they changed into comfortable sleepwear and sprawled casually across the mattresses, reliving old times together. The mimosas they sipped on slowly worked their magic, relaxing them.

"Hey!" Jackie set aside her drink. "Do y'all remember them pictures of nekkid men we used to collect?" Hands behind her back, she began feeling around, searching for something.

"Oh yeah, do I ever." Jodi's eyes lit with excitement. "All those luscious men with water running down their ripped bodies." She sighed, lost in her memories.

"Mmmmm...and the cowboys," Katie moaned.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy!" Reba chimed in and giggled.

Jackie, now balanced on the edge of the mattress, one hand on the floor, the other stretching for something just out of her reach, tipped her head back and yelled out "Yeeeeee..." She teetered precariously for a moment, went ass over tea kettle, ending with a muffled, "...haw, shit."

Laughter reverberated across the walls of the room as friendly hands reached out to help Jackie back on to the mattresses. Once they were all settled and had caught their breath, Jackie tossed a four-inch thick three-ring binder in the center of the bed. In neat letters across the front was written 'Cockalicious'.

"Lookie what I brought with me, ladies."

"Ohmigod!" Reba laughed. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Yup," Jackie nodded. "And I've been adding to it all these years."

"Get out!" Reba grabbed the binder their friend, Sugar-Girl, had started back in college. "Let me see that." Flipping open the cover, her eyes widened and she licked her lips. "Oh girl...yum-my! Do you know who these two are?" A red flush began to creep over her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, sure do." Jackie pointed to the picture of a man's gloriously naked backside. "This hunk is the magnetic, sexy-as-sin, Devon Fontaine, owner of Fontaine's erotic dance club."

The blue-tinted photo had an edgy feel to it, giving the impression its subject took being a wicked bad boy to the extreme. Dark brown hair cascaded between broad shoulders. Solid black flames were tattooed on his back in a V-shape, starting low on his spine and broadening out as they rose to his shoulders. Leather boots, banded with straps and buckles, covered his legs, ending right below the magnificent curve of his ass. Devon's arms, corded with thick sinew, were held with the elbows bent in such a way, the viewer wondered if he was gripping his cock in his hands.

"And this, ladies," Jackie pointed to the opposite page, "is his equally gorgeous business partner, Jeremy Sauvage."

The other photo revealed a man more cosmopolitan and less extreme until the penetrating look in his gray eyes mesmerized the onlooker. Those eyes got to Reba each time she saw his picture. His long-sleeved shirt and pants were as black as his rakishly styled hair. His firm jaw was shadowed by a beard, and a mustache framed the seductive curve of his upper lip, giving him a dark, sultry look.

Jeremy lay casually on a couch, one arm pillowing his head, the other lying along his torso, hand disappearing inside the open waist of his trousers. The light dusting of hair over his chiseled pecs and abs narrowed down to a trail that disappeared beneath his hand and left the observer to her imagination.

"I had to pay big time for those two pictures," Jackie said, breaking the spell that seemed to have mesmerized her friends.

"Devon Fontaine?" Jodi wrestled the book from Reba's tight grasp. "Let me see that. I think I've heard of him before."

A thoughtful look crossed Katie's face. "Didn't I read someplace that those two own a nightclub in California?"

Reba blushed two shades brighter and swallowed hard. "Um, yes. I-I think it's close to here. B-but I wouldn't know for sure." There was no way she'd let on to her friends how close the club was, or that Devon and Jeremy starred in her fantasies. The only one who even had a clue about her desires was James. She'd ended up telling him a little about them in an email.

It still amazed Reba how much closer she and her husband had become during this time apart. Somehow the distance had allowed them to open up and share some of their darker desires, like James's craving to experiment with the flogger.

Three pairs of eyes studied her curiously before Jackie said, "Ya don't say? Here in San Francisco? Well, imagine that..."

Reba, enthralled by the pictures in Jodi's lap, didn't notice the big smiles the other girls shared.

Jodi flipped the page. "Dang, now we're talking. Get me a rope to tie these cowboys up. There's just something about cowboys," she sighed.

Katie reached out and grabbed the notebook from Jodi. "Oh honey, they're nice, but they ain't nothing. Why last month I..." Suddenly remembering herself, she cleared her throat. Not only was she about to reveal too much information, but she was beginning to sound like one of her cowboys, using phrases like "ain't nothing". "Um, never mind."

Jackie snagged the notebook from Katie. "Oh really, lawyer gal? Hey Jodi, didn't you say you brought a set of dice?"

Jodi gave a big smile and nodded.

"Well then, I think it's time to play, and Katie's first. Hand her the die, honey."

Katie rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, you Texan hussy!"

"Oh come on, Katie," Reba laughed. "Old times, dorm rooms, remember?" She smiled evilly. "Toss her the die, Jodi."

Reaching into the snug bodice of her nightgown, Jodi pulled out a red die with white spots and tossed it to Katie. "Looks like you're up, counselor."

Katie caught the die, and with a pretend pout, grumbled under her breath. "Fine, but I can't believe the things I'm being forced to do for old time's sake." She tossed the die in the center of the bed, all the while mumbling in mock protest.

Jodi watched the die tumble through the air, one side of her lips tilted upward in a playful smirk. "Like we're twisting your arm."

The die rolled to a stop, five white spots facing up. "Well damn, an odd number. How 'bout that," Jackie drawled. "Looks like a real sex story for you, lawyer gal! Do you fancy lawyer types even have sex?" The taunt earned a chuckle from the other women.

"You have no idea, girlfriend. No idea at all." Katie stared intently at the pictures of the cowboys for a moment. "Okay. I would have told you this tonight anyway, but now I'll tell all of it instead of only some."

The four friends moved their heads closer together, every eye on Katie. They didn't want to miss a word of her tale.

"Well, it all started a little more than a month ago. I was long overdue for a vacation and totally needed a break from work. Some time away when I didn't have to think about other people's problems and could do what I wanted to. I signed up for one of those fantasy dude ranch experiences, and there were these two cowboys..."