"There's something I have to tell you," Tammy said, with a nervous glance at Lynn.
"I hope it's not too heavy," Lynn said. "I've had a rough week, and was looking forward to relaxing with company tonight," my beautiful wife said, smiling. We were side by side on one sofa while Tammy and Eric occupied the other.
"How do we begin?" Tammy said, looking at me.
I looked at Lynn. "Well, I'll go first," I said. "You know that I was over at their place during the week, after a late day at the office. I was going to drop off an album that I knew Eric would like so he could listen to it when he had a chance. But he talked me into a couple of beers, put the album on, and we jived a while, all of us dancing pretty wildly to it. Then Tammy went to take a shower. Eric and I talked some more, then he started yawning, and I took the hint. He went off to bed, and I went out to the car and started the engine, but then saw Tammy come running out of the house."
"Derrick had forgotten his album," Tammy interjected. "I had just got out of the shower and was going to shut the light off in the parlor when I saw it. I grabbed it and ran out in my bathrobe to give it to him."
"It started raining heavily, and I mean really heavy," I said. "I told Tammy to hop in. We talked a little, waiting for it to ease up so she could go back inside without getting soaked."
"I was already damp from the shower and should have just gone back," Tammy said, soberly, "but it would have been like taking another shower by the time I got there. It was drumming so hard on the car roof we had to talk really loud to hear each other. You couldn't see anything through the window. It was like being in a car wash."
"But there was an outside light on by their door, which gave enough to see by, and that contributed to what happened next," I told Lynn. "Tammy had moved so quickly that her robe was loose, and had fallen open a little."
"I didn't even realize it at first," Tammy said.
"What happened then was all physical stimuli. First of all, she smelled so good from the shower." I looked at Tammy. "You must have used a real fragrant soap or shampoo," I said.
"It was shea lavender body butter," Tammy confirmed.
"Secondly, her hair was wet from her shower, which was a turn-on for me. It looked a lot like women's hair does after hot sex on a steamy night."
That description may have stoked Tammy a little. She put a forefinger to her teeth, nibbling on it lightly while gazing at me. It was probably unconscious, considering her nervousness.
"And finally," I continued, "Tammy's breasts were on full view in the subdued light, shining milky white through the opening in the robe. Like two symmetrical snowy hills -- just beautiful."
Lynn put her hand to her mouth, probably to cover a smile, but Tammy took alarm at the gesture.
"I swear I didn't know the robe was so open until I noticed Derrick staring so intently," she proclaimed.
"Tammy did nothing to encourage what I did next -- It was an automatic response," I confessed.
"And what was that?" Lynn asked, in an austere tone.
"I reached out and gently cupped her boobs, one in each hand, just to admire them closer."
Lynn's mouth fell open. "Audacious, presumptuous male!"
I interpreted Lynn's tone and body language as indicating amusement rather than wrath, but Tammy seemed even more nervous. She was a relative newcomer to our circle and had yet to learn my wife's mannerisms. Tammy and Eric had been married only three months following a whirlwind courtship and had spent much of their married time on honeymoon during the college summer break. This was only the third time we had all gotten together.
In a straight-faced manner, Lynn asked her, "What did you do? Did you slap him?"
"No!" Tammy exclaimed, alarmed, then paused, seeming at a loss for words.
"She seemed to enjoy it actually," I said with a sigh. "So did I. She looked so appealing, and her scent was fragrant. After holding her boobs a little, I leaned in and we kissed. It was just a spontaneous reaction, probably inspired by the music and dancing shortly before, during which her breasts may have been better camouflaged but still hinted at their feminine grandeur, as did her hips and booty, which moved in such provocative ways."
Tammy looked yet more nervous, even as she also appeared more stimulated at my description of her. She was indeed an enticing dish, a student in one of Eric's classes, about 10 years younger than the rest of us.
"So after holding her boobs, you kissed," Lynn said, with raised eyebrows.
