Steve was busy preparing their meal; he'd volunteered to cook on this Saturday night. He enjoyed being chef and was reflecting the past few days, meeting Hazel that kitchen.
"Hazel? I presume? Sorry about delaying meeting you! I'm on a slightly tight schedule; Marion told you?" smiled Steve extending a hand of friendship.
Hazel's hand was soon in his, it was slender and cool; she had a very soft very feminine touch.
Marion had been sat at the breakfast bar, her voluptuous bum parked on the thin spindly stool; next to her was another woman, slim with short cropped, grey hair and dark piercing eyes, full wanton mouth, unrevealing blouse and a curtain swath skirt that hid the stool she was sat upon; then dainty slender ankles and sensible shoes. Earlier in the year he and Marion had visited her old home area, a chance visit to the library had led to her finding SCOG, St Claire's Old Girls and via email and phone calls Marion had become reunited with her childhood school chum "Twiggy" or real name Hazel, but her stick like name and long thin body shape gave her the natural nickname.
This was Hazel's first visit Marion had fussed for days everything had to be perfect. Steve had laughed and dutifully aided. Hazel had arrived on the Thursday and Steve had been out that night, so it had been last night Friday he'd had chance to join in their conversation. They'd all been out for a meal Steve's treat. The girls were very giggly together, and it had been a fun evening, Steve had flirted mildly with Hazel over dinner, but on returning home had headed into his office to clear some paperwork.
Now this Saturday early evening; Steve checked on the chilli, it was not to hot, letting the spices and flavours be provocative on the pallet. Last night in bed, he and Marion had made love. Marion his beautiful womanly woman; still aroused him greatly; she was an adventurous and skilled lover with an open mind that meant they both had a lively spicy sex life. After their mutual needs had abated Marion curled up onto his body and chatted about how much she was enjoying Hazel's visit, then she went very quiet, Steve had tensed Marion quietening meant an awkward question.
"Do you fancy Hazel?" Marion asked quizzically.
Steve had reflected on the lady whose company had been delightful at the restaurant. She was the same age as his wife, considerably taller and very slender, with those dark eyes that held your attention and glinted passion when teased.
"What? Do you mean would I make love with her?" Steve teased.
"You know I would, but only if you me to do so desire my sweet." he nuzzled the back of Marion's neck as he spoke.
"Good" said Marion.
Positively adding "she has need of a confidence boost since her bloody husband left."
Marion paused then furthered their conversation "Can we eat at home tomorrow?"
Adding in an understanding manner "I know you've got golf, but hey."
Quickly warmly adding "you could cook, and we could be cosy."
Steve knew his wife well enough to agree, as it would definitely be a fun evening; two lovely ladies and some fine wine!
The chilli was just fine, needing only to simmer a bit longer. "Dinner in half an hour ladies. I'm off for a shower!" Steve called as he went up the stairs.
Marion and Hazel both called "OK".
"We'd best lay the table" said Marion rising from the spare room bed.
She and Hazel had chatted more or less solidly since Hazel had arrived, they laughed and cried at joint adventures of the past and then shared the high's and low's of the years when they'd not seen each other, nor kept in touch.
They were setting the little dining table in the lounge, Hazel stopped and looked directly at Marion, "Have you a plan, you know,for us?" she asked motioning suggestively and in hushed tones
"We'll play it by ear" Marion laughed in reply.
Previously, during their boozy luncheon on Friday, Hazel and Marion had got onto the meaty subject of sex. Hazel had married young and had few partners before, thus she'd basically only experienced her husbands' charms till they'd separated three years past, since then a number of unsatisfactory relationships had made her lose faith in herself and her womanhood. Hazel had sat in silence when Marion swore her to secrecy and revealed that she and Steve had a liberal and open marriage, both enjoying the occasional affair and still swung occasionally.
Then after their Friday evening meal with her Steve, whilst he'd disappeared to get some work done, Hazel had been coaxed with more brandy by Marion to reveal she fancied her Steve. Too Marion it was a shame that her best friend from school who'd taught her how too pleasure herself, had not been satisfied thoroughly for a long time. It was Marion who ventured that Hazel might enjoy a little trio pleasure. Too her delight Hazel had agreed. Fortunately the sobriety of Saturday morning had not changed Hazel's mind; her eyes had lit up when Marion told her there'd been a change of plan for Saturday night. Hazel was to be "entertained" at home by her and Steve.
On arriving home he'd let himself in and unloaded the food, then made a brew. Steve was getting dressed pondering what his wife was upto, he'd been in the office that morning and then onto a game of golf, which he'd played badly. Then he'd shopped for the ingredients of their dinner that night. His cell had buzzed with a text message from Marion, 'W'l be hm @ 4 make yourself scarce w8 4 more txts luv Mar x'.
Whilst preparing their meal Steve heard the front door closing.
"We're home darling" Marion had called.
Followed by, "do me a favour make a brew and bring it the lounge."
Steve had obliged, opened the lounge door and found it was deserted; except for several shopping bags; the curtains were drawn, and he could hear giggles emanating from behind them.
"Tea's here, with biscuits" Steve laughingly announced and left the girls to it.
Marion and Hazel had had a girly Saturday, they'd been to Marion's health spa, fully pampered followed by brunch then enjoyed some 'special' shopping. After Marion had commented how nunty her underwear was, Hazel had admitted in the communal spa changing room, that she'd not treated herself to any lingerie for years. So they'd set off lingerie shopping, Marion had chosen a new set cream bra, high cut pants and matching suspenders in a plain shimmering silk material. Marion had also persuaded Hazel to let her treat her to a lovely lace set in the most delicate shade of purple with black lace trim.
Now as they sat at home in the lounge, going even further into times past whilst drinking tea, and reminiscing over a particular school summer holiday, "Do you remember Billy, oh what was his name, damn." asked Marion.
Hazel looked, her face screwed up with thought, she and Marion had been pupils of St Claire High School (for Young Ladies); so boys were a rarity, sadly. They'd both lived in the same rural village and the boys were either much older, like Dave Wade, or kids like snotty Simon.
Marion shared a further insight "He stayed with Aunty Beth, his Gran that summer!"
Hazel's eyes twinkled as she recalled the boy "Yes, he was nearly sixteen".
Marion checked her watch, and looked at Hazel, stating eagerly "We'd best get ready". Then she and Hazel sneaked upstairs to use the guest room facilities to shower and dress for the evening. Once ready, they sneaked about, avoiding Steve in this superb game and hid in the conservatory.
Steve pushed the hostess trolley into the diner part of their lounge, he felt slightly foolish, but it had been Marion's idea, so they could settle for the meal. Steve noticed the subdued lounge lighting and the three beanbags on the floor, he smiled; Marion had been busy too. Placing the serving dishes onto the table and their sweets on the side table, he announced dinner was served.
From the conservatory the two ladies emerged. Both looked remarkably beautiful and elegant. Marion had a long black skirt, slit upto the thigh with a tight low cut blouse that was moulded about her ample bosom, Hazel had a slight and wispy dark purple summer frock with matching purple shrug. Both smiled and took the seats Steve pulled out, first Hazel as guest, then Marion.
The meal passed with the girls happily relating tales of their combined youth, wine flowed and soon they were eating the cream tarts Steve had provided as sweets. Marion had tactfully steered the conversation into the more erotic realms.
At last an opportune moment came, Marion timed it too perfection, Hazel was just about to spoon some cream into her mouth when Marion; reflecting on their conversation about Billy, she turned and said to Hazel "Remember 'Kitty Patting'?"
Hazel squealed, nearly spurting cream, everywhere. "Oh my god! We were so young, ready for year five, sweet fifteen and never been kissed." Hazel responded giggling.
Steve was intrigued, "so, who was Kitty Patting?" He asked sensing an interesting tale. They both guffawed, practically falling off their chairs at his question.
At last Marion spoke "Not a person darling." She looked at Hazel, who was looking at her.
"An action!" She then stated.
And with a conspirators twinkle added, " don't you think Twiggy?" she laughed and so did Hazel.
Marion then teased "Darling we'll tell the tale after we've eaten.
Oh!" She paused and looked a Hazel then with sparkle in her eye, "and we'll play the game that led to our discovery of 'Kitty Patting'!"
Hazel's face looked strange then the full memory flooded back, her hand grasped Marion's as the squealed like children and in a shrill chorus they both shrieked "St Claire's Rules!"
"I put the bean bags out darling, much cosier for a natter, plus we're going too tell you our story and play our little game." Marion said warmly to Steve, winking knowingly at Hazel.
