Football season was finally back in swing after a strange year of Covid empty stands. The first home game for FSU was against Notre Dame in Tallahassee and I had tickets with my best buddy. Candy didn't mind watching a football game on TV but she had no interest in sitting in the stands, especially when the temps were still in the 90's. It was Saturday morning, the car was gassed up and I was ready for a weekend out of town.
"Have a great time," said Candy. "Try not to replace me with a nubile coed with firm tits and a firmer ass."
"Honey, there is no one that could replace you!" was my reply. "What are your plans for the weekend?"
"Unless you have any objections I was thinking of inviting Leslie and Tom over for a 'pool party'."
Pool party was our euphemism for 'let's all get naked and fuck'. It had been a couple of weeks since Leslie had spent the night with us. I was a bit surprised we hadn't heard from them since it appeared everyone had a great time - well, except for Tom, who was out of town that night!
"Go for it," was my reply. "And like Tom, I expect to get the details after the fact, but save it all for when I return."
The weekend went by too slowly for me, fantasizing about Candy, Leslie and Tom getting it on. But at least I had the benefit of ogling FSU coeds during the pre- and post-game events at the local watering hole. I'm pretty sure I had a 248 mile hard-on during the drive back.
I pulled into the garage and noticed Candy on the lanai, lying naked on the lounge, improving her all over tan. I decided to join her, dropping my bag in the bedroom and stripping down to the buff before heading outside.
"How was the game?" asked Candy, with a cat that ate the canary grin on her face.
"Great. We actually won, and neither of us got arrested. How was your weekend?"
"Fine," was her one word reply. She laid back and closed her eyes, still grinning from ear to ear.
"Ok, bitch. I've had a hard-on since leaving Tally. I need details, and I need them now."
"Get us both a cold drink first. And if you can let me tell the story without interruption you might get a blow job right here under the blue sky."
Needless to say, I became the fastest bartender in the neighborhood.
"Well," she began, "I gave Leslie a call around noon on Saturday and mentioned that you were out of town for the weekend, and wanted to know if she and Tom would like to come over for happy hour around 5:00. She said since we hosted last time why not make it at their place. Seemed like a logical plan so I agreed.
"I decided to wear the short white skirt you bought me for our Key West trip, and the beach cover up, and of course, not bra or panties. I had the feeling that Tom was hoping for some action and I intended to seduce him and make him squirm.
"Leslie led me out to their lanai while Tom made us mojitos in the kitchen. When he handed me my drink I leaned forward so he could get a good look down my top. I could tell he appreciated the effort.
"The first drink went down quickly and Tom immediately got up to pour another. I leaned over to Leslie and told her I was hoping she was interested in sharing Tom tonight, and if so, did she mind if I teased him a bit. She agreed and said she would join in the teasing. When Tom brought the drinks out she excused herself to go to the bathroom. While she was gone I slowly uncrossed my legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct to give him a preview. I kept my eyes on his, and when he looked up his face went red. I just turned away, pretending not to notice.