A long week had finally come to an end. A week filled with stress, disappointment, and anxiety. My initial foray in to being an erotic fiction writer had been met with mixed results. I had started to sell a good amount of my books. I soon found out that an old saying was one hundred percent true, everyone is a critic. My author's page on a few websites I was selling books through was filled with the usual mix of comments. Everything from how great my stories were to the critical "you should just give up" kind of comments and of course because of the genre, I had several "you must be a whore" kind of comments. Luckily most of the websites took those kinds of comments down within a few days of them being posted.
I had read over my last manuscript and was just not happy with it. It seemed uninspired. I was not sure what it was missing but, I knew there was no way I was publishing it. I wandered around my house for a bit doing small tasks. I felt kind of aimless and like I was missing something. It soon dawned on me what I needed, fun! As luck would have it that was the exact moment I got a text message from a friend of mine, James. He was having a party and asked me if I would like to come. That seemed like just the kind of fun I needed. I sent him a response and told him I would be there. He responded with the details, his place at eight.
I pulled up to the house just a little after eight. There were a few cars in James's driveway. Some I recognized and a few I didn't. I spotted a 1969 Corvette in the drive. I knew exactly who it belonged to and almost instantly knew where this party was heading. The car belonged to a guy named Tim. He was a close friend of James and has been at every one of James's, shall we say, more wild parties. As I got out of my car, I fixed my dress then headed to the door.
James greeted me with a huge smile. I know he wanted to hug me but was afraid he would ruin my outfit. I smiled as he invited me in to his home. James always reminded me of a living teddy bear. He is tall and a bit on the heavy side but, sweet and cuddly. Not to mention he was always fun to be around. His positive and fun loving attitude was infectious. I never heard anyone complain while he was around. We walked in to his den and there was a table set up and people playing cards. His den flowed into his dining room and kitchen. There were a few more people standing around conversing. Of course as I looked over at the small bar James had, I saw Tim pouring some drinks.
It didn't take Tim long to make his way over to me. He handed me a glass of wine and started in on his cheesy form of flirting. He complimented my dress and told me I looked sexy. I would have been a little more appreciative of it if he didn't already smell like a liquor store. Suddenly an attractive redhead walked towards us. "Tim, would you leave the pretty woman alone?" she said in an assertive yet playful tone.
He turned and looked at her. "Sure, honey. I am going to go to the bar. Would you like something?"
She smiled, "No, I have a drink already."
Tim shuffled off back to the bar and set his nearly full glass on the counter. "I am so sorry he acted like that." The woman said. "I tried to keep him sober but looks like I was out of my league. I am Melinda, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Robin." I responded. "How do you know Tim?" I followed.
"He is my husband." Melinda replied.
This caught me off guard. I had never seen Tim wear a wedding ring. Not to mention I have heard stories about some of the young ladies he had hooked up with at James's parties. I was afraid to ask if she knew about those but then she threw me for another loop.
"Yes, Robin. I am aware of Tim's exploits." She commented as if to read my mind.
I stuttered and stammered a bit. "It's okay. I could tell by the look on your face. Tim has been known to be a little promiscuous. It's okay with me as long as he doesn't bring any sort of STD home and doesn't blow me off in order to go play."
I was in shock. I was not so sure I would have had the same outlook if I knew my husband was getting drunk and having flings at parties. There was something about Melinda though. She had a confidence about her that was actually kind of sexy. She asked me if I would like to go sit at the couch in the far corner of the den. I nodded and followed. As we walked I could see more of her. She had a body that kind of made me jealous. I have never been good at guessing someone's dimensions but she had to be as close to the "perfect" stats as possible. She wore a black mini dress that I would swear was tighter than the one I was wearing. Her makeup was very subtle yet seemed to bring out the color of her eyes. I found myself attracted to her.
We sat on the couch and started to talk. We discussed our professions, hobbies, fashion, and even Tim. James came by a few times to refill our wine glasses like a good host. The party went on for hours. Melinda and I seemed to be getting along great. I wasn't sure if what happened next was just because we were attracted to each other or because of the wine. I felt Melinda's hand rest on my thigh. She slowly rubbed my leg in a soft petting manor. I started to feel hot. I looked around and noticed several of the guests had left. James was at the bar as was Tim who was slumped over it.
My gaze came back to Melinda. Her eyes sparkled. "I see why Tim likes you. You are really beautiful." She said as she continued to caress my leg. I responded telling her I thought she was beautiful too. This made her smile. Suddenly she leaned in and kissed me.
"I hope this isn't uncomfortable for you. I am just really attracted to you." She said as she broke the kiss. I responded that I was just fine with it. That is when she asked me a question that caused me to nearly lose control. "Have you ever been with a woman?"
I nodded. This must have thrown her for a loop. She grinned with a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. She motioned for James to come over. When he got close enough she asked if he had a spare bedroom made up we could use. He too grinned and said yes. He told us the one at the back of the house was made up and we were free to use it. Melinda stood and kissed him on his cheek. She also whispered something into his ear that I couldn't make out but I would soon discover a little later.
Melinda took my hand and helped me up. She started to guide me towards the back when I stopped and asked about Tim. She looked at him, slouched and passed out over the bar. "Don't think he is going to be any problem." She quipped.
We walked down a hallway that seemed to go on forever until we made it to the back bedroom. Melinda pulled me inside and shut the door. She spun me around and planted a passionate kiss right on my lips. I responded in kind. We stood there kissing for a few moments before making our way to the bed. Melinda broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Why don't we get more comfortable?" she said.
We both slid out of our dresses letting them fall in to small satin piles in the floor. Once again, I noticed how great her body was. Beautiful hourglass shape. Her breasts were bigger than mine. I guessed they had to be at least a D cup. I, however, did notice I had a more bubble shape to my butt. Melinda stood there wearing her bra and panties which were black satin like her dress. I was wearing more of a purple lace that went with the color of my dress.
Melinda reached out and pulled me in close to her. We started kissing again as we slowly lowered ourselves on to the bed. Our hands roamed each other's bodies as our lips parted and tongues dashed into each other's mouths. I could tell Melinda had been with another woman before. She didn't seem the least bit nervous. I decided to make the next move and unfastened her bra. This caught her by surprise.
I removed it and tossed it into the pile of clothes already on the floor. I went for her neck, licking and kissing it just like I enjoy having done to me. She gasped as I made contact with her skin. I moved up and down her neck stopping only to nibble on her ears. Her perfume was intoxicating. Just her scent alone was enough to make me wet. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts. I could feel her heart pounding through it. I massaged it gently, squeezing it every so often. She moaned softly throwing her head back. "Oh Robin, you definitely know what you are doing."
I smiled and moved my head down to her breasts. With one hand I rubbed her right nipple feeling it harden in my hand while I lightly breathed on the other as I darted my tongue out to touch it. Again, Melinda gasped but, this time she pulled my head closer. I took as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, sucking on it like a baby. She ran her fingers through my hair, gently pulling on my ponytail occasionally as I alternated between her breasts. Her moaning grew louder and her breathing grew heavier.
After several minutes, I released my grip and moved back up to her neck and then her lips. My hands roamed her back feeling her curves. As we kissed she moved her hands to my back unsnapping my bra and removing it. We pressed our chests together rubbing our stiffened nipples together. I noticed my own breathing started to become heavier.
