The three of us were damn tired. We had a friend's birthday party to attend and it drained us.
I am David, 27. I am 5'11 with an average body. Steve is my friend from my college days. He is 6'3, much muscular than me of course. The reason being he isn't as laid back as I am. He goes to the gym regularly unlike me.
I watched him as he was staring at Kate's butt cleavage. Her bag had fallen down and while she was picking it up, her butt cleavage peeped.
Well Kate, 24, is my girlfriend. Describing Kate is like redefining eroticism.
She has a shinning brown (tanned) skin, shoulder length silky black hairs. She is a full woman. Her boobs are neither too big nor too small. Her hips are broad. She has a round and fleshy haunch which was always quite obvious whenever she wore skin hugging pants. Like she was wearing at the present.
She was wearing a black skin tight pant, a red colored top. All her curves were voluptuously prominent.
"Oh I am feeling so tired." Kate remarked as she sat on the couch after picking her hand bag from the floor. Three of us, Steve, Kate and I, were in my place. Martha wanted to come but she had some urgent work, thus she couldn't. Martha was Steve's girlfriend.
"Well I think I can make you feel better." Steve said looking at Kate.
"Like how?" Kate asked.
"Whenever Martha feels tired I give her this special massage on her neck. She feels better."
Kate looked at me.
"What? Of course Steve is good at it. I have experienced it myself." Steve had big fleshy hands which really did magic. Last summer I had experienced it for the first time after a rugby match with friends.
"You can give it a try!" I added.
"Ok." Kate said.
"And I gonna make strong coffee for all of us. Is that ok?"
"Perfect." They said in chorus.
Steve was massaging Kate's back. Over her clothes though. But he was supposed to massage her neck. I don't know when she allowed him to touch her waist? An idea flushed my mind. Steve often told me how he used to test Martha's fidelity by leaving her alone with someone. And never did she fail him. I thought, "Why don't I, for once, test Kate? I know she would never fail me either." The idea was such a sexy one that it made my blood rush on to my penis.
So I decided to carry on the idea. "It will be now or never" I thought. I came out of the kitchen and announced,
"Sorry guys, no coffee for the time being. I gotta go to the office for an urgent work. I will be back after couple of hours. After that, coffee."
"But, all right be back soon." Kate said. I kissed her, locked the door behind and left, for nowhere. I came back from the hind door, made myself comfortable in the adjacent dark room and saw what was going on.
Steve was still massaging Kate.
"So how do you feel?"
"Oh it's nice; you have nice pair of hands."
Steve's hands were moving down, towards Kate's ass. I thought it was an illusion but they actually were. In fact the moment he touched Kate's ass cheeks over her pants, she sat up with a jerk.
"I knew my Kate will never fail me!" I reminded myself.
"I am so sorry Kate." Steve sounded apologetic.
Kate didn't say anything. To lighten the scene may be Steve spoke up,
"Well don't we have anything to drink here?"
"I will just check." After few seconds Kate returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"You too?" Steve asked.
"Ya, feeling thirsty."
They were sipping wine when Steve asked,
"Hey that's a new picture!" he pointed at a wall hanging and said. The moment Kate turned to check out the picture, he spilled the wine on his shirt.
"Oh shit! I am such a mess!" He said.
"Oh God, that's bad." Kate added.
"You mind if I open it up."