Cashing Her Checks

This is my first submission. I've been a Literotica reader for a couple decades now, but I have never written my own story. Until now. Please note, there isn't actually any sex in this story, just a long build up. I'm not sure if I will continue this story, so feedback is valued.

"Thanks for inviting me to come over today. It's nice to catch up."

Jayne accepted a seat in an Adirondack chair. "Your backyard is really pretty." Jayne admired the way the afternoon sun filtered through the trees on the warm summer day. It was nice to catch up. Callie and Jayne had worked together for four years in their 20's before Callie had moved on to work in real estate. Jayne had stayed with the same accounting firm, completing her Master's and receiving a few promotions over the years. The women, now in their late 30's, had bumped into each other at a local grocery store earlier in the day. Callie, always ready for a social gathering, had invited Jayne to her home for a barbeque. Jayne found herself caught up in Callie's plans just as she had been years ago when they worked together. Callie had been a party girl back then, and Jayne had often been happy to go along with Callie's plans. Callie was married now, Jayne had just met her husband, Kevin. Kevin was an attractive man, Jayne had to admit. Well dressed in a casual sort of way, chino shorts and a polo, even standing over the grill in the fenced backyard on a Saturday afternoon. Callie must have texted him from the grocery store he did not seem at all surprised when Jayne parked in the driveway beside Callie. A commercial real estate agent, he had introduced himself with the confidence of a sales professional. He helped the women bring the groceries into the house, then went to warm up the grill as the ladies settled in to chat and catch up.

"I was happy to see you at the store! It's been so long!" Callie bubbled over at the friend she hadn't seen in at least 8 years. "So, what are you up to these days? Married, kids?"

Jayne glanced down at her bare fingers on her lap. "No kids." Jayne said. "I was married, but well..." Jayne reached up and tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her braid behind an ear. Her straight, dark hair was always escaping. She looked up at Callie and felt a bit underdressed. Her Saturday grocery store vibe of jeans, T-shirt, and a clean, makeup-free face was no match for Callie's beach waves and highlights, her sporty tank top over her small, high breasts, and the perfectly fitted denim shorts over her tight ass.

Callie smiled warmly at her friend. "Drinks." She said. "Then we'll talk."

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The sun dropped under the trees and the empty beer bottles stacked up on the table between the women as Jayne told her friend about her divorce. It felt good to talk about it, Jayne had to admit. The divorce had been finalized a little over a year ago, and Jayne thought she had moved past it, but there were some lingering hurts.

"How's dating going?" Callie asked with a playful, hungry smile.

"Umm... I'm not. I haven't..." Jayne admitted.

"You've been free over a year and you haven't?" Callie said, with an expression that left no ambiguity to her words. "I'm sure there is a story or two. I'll grab us more drinks, and you can tell this old married woman a story or two about being single."

Callie was back quickly, with a bottle of cabernet and three glasses. She stopped on the patio and gave a glass to her husband at the grill, along with a few words and a bit of a long kiss. She received a smack on the ass in return. Jayne watched the interaction on the porch from the safety of the backyard. A few minutes later, Callie bounded down the steps into the backyard and sat down beside her friend. "I hope wine is ok this time" she said as she nearly filled her friend's glass. "So, when you said you haven't..."

"I haven't." Jayne said, factually and bit more forcefully than intended. "The divorce, the marriage actually, it was... he was... He wanted it all the time."

Her friend lifted an eyebrow and looked her friend over, her eyes lingering on Jayne's large chest "Of course he did."

"Not like that. He didn't want... well, he did but... He cheated." Jayne said quietly. "A lot. I didn't know. Maybe I... I couldn't keep him happy. I guess he just needed a lot of sex." Jayne looked down and laughed awkwardly. "Men need a lot of sex, I guess. I couldn't keep him satisfied."

"Did he keep you satisfied?"

Jayne looked up with surprise to meet Callie's eyes, then realized that her friend was absolutely serious.

"He said I wasn't sexual enough for him. I guess I like all the stuff that leads up to sex better than, you know... sex. That's weird, right? I mean, I had sex with him, of course, because I had to finish what I started... but he felt like I wasn't into it as much as he was. And I wasn't, not really. I mean, I'd kiss him, and I liked that, and then he would touch me, and I liked that, but then he would start taking my clothes off and I would just kind of... I know, I'm weird. That's why he cheated. He said I wrote I checks I couldn't cash. That's why he had to cheat" The red wine was going down as easily as the beer had, and Jayne realized how much she had just blurted out.

"Sounds like he sucked at foreplay, and demanded you fuck him." Callie said.

A bit surprised at her friend's blunt language, Jayne just nodded.

"Now you're free to find a man who actually knows how to please, who gives you time to want sex in your own right."

"But don't men just need, you know... sex?" Jayne felt the wine creeping into her cheeks as she asked the question. She looked down to hide the blush.

"I think men and women need it about the same."

"Need what?" Jayne was surprised to realize that Kevin had walked over to refill his empty wine glass.

"Sex." Callie said easily, as she poured a glass of wine for her husband.

"Oh, really?" Kevin asked playfully. "Women need sex, do they? Good to know." He kissed his wife as he accepted his glass, then looked over at Jayne. "Give women a bottle of wine, and the conversation turns to sex. I should check the burgers." This time, Callie gave Kevin a smack on the ass as he walked away.

"Help me with the fixings?" Callie grabbed her drink and stood up, offering other hand to her friend. It took Jayne's wine-sloshed brain a minute to realize Callie was talking about burger fixings. Jayne took Callie's hand, but as Callie pulled her to feet, Callie's wine spilled down Jayne's shirt. "Oh!" Callie exclaimed. "That's going to stain, come on!"

Callie pulled Jayne past Kevin and into the house, then down the hall into her bedroom. Callie tossed a plain white T-shirt to Jayne, and told her to get her shirt off before the wine set in. Jayne obediently took her shirt off, and both women saw the red wine had also soaked Jayne's white bra.

"I'll wash that, too."

"My bra?"

"It's soaked in wine. It'll stain the shirt." Callie said, indicating the white T-shirt in Jayne's hands. Callie tossed her friend a towel, and Jayne stepped into the master bath.

Jayne took her bra off and handed it out the door to her friend. She cleaned her chest and slipped the white T-shirt on. One look in the mirror made it clear that Jayne's full, unsupported chest was no match for Callie's T-shirt. Jayne wrapped her hands around her chest and stepped out to find her friend.

"Callie?" Jayne called. "I don't think this is going to work."

"I'm in the laundry room" Callie called. Jayne followed the sound of Callie's voice, keeping her arms tightly around her chest.

"Callie, do you have a bra I could borrow?" Jayne asked, slowly unwinding her arms.

"Oh, my." Callie giggled, acknowledging the shirt stretched tightly across Jayne's DD bust. "My bras aren't going to fit that! I just tossed your clothes into the washer... Here, does this help?" In a flash, Callie ripped her tight tank top and bra off, stood topless beside her startled friend for a moment, then put her tank top back on without the bra. Callie's breasts stood proudly against the thin athletic fabric. Her nipples showed prominently against the fabric, and Jayne recognized that her concerns regarding the white T-shirt were no match for Callie's nipples. The ladies sliced tomatoes and lettuce while sipping wine, bras forgotten.

"Would you run the hamburger buns and cheese out to Kevin, Jayne? He must be about ready for them. Take the rest of the bottle, too. I'll finish up in here."

Jayne opened the screen and stepped out onto the porch, awkwardly balancing the buns, cheese, her glass, and wine bottle carefully. Kevin stood on the porch by the hot grill, misters on to keep him cool. Jayne offered the buns and cheese to Kevin, and he politely thanked her for them.

"So, how do you and Callie know each other?" Kevin asked as he placed the sliced cheese on the hamburger patties.

"We worked together at the accounting firm about eight years ago."

"I hear that was a wild group." Kevin said, pouring them each another glass of wine.

"I guess so." Jayne responded. "It was a while ago, we were younger then." Jayne remembered that Callie was usually the instigator, rarely coming home from a night out alone, but she didn't know if she should share that with Kevin. Kevin kept the conversation going with a breezy style that showed why he was successful in sales, engaging Jayne in a friendly manner. The sun was warm and Kevin let her stand directly under the misters. The wine was good and the conversation was pleasant. Callie came out 15-20 minutes later, lettuce, tomatoes, and a new bottle of wine in hand, and they all sat down to eat. The meal was pleasant but as the evening cooled off, started to feel cool in her damp shirt.

After dinner, Jayne stepped into the house to use the restroom as Kevin relaxed and lit a cigar, Callie by his side. As Jayne looked in the bathroom mirror while washing her hands, she realized that the wet, white T-shirt she wearing had become almost entirely sheer under the misters. Jayne wondered how long her shirt had been see-through... was it sheer during dinner? Was it sheer when she stood alone on the porch with Kevin? Jayne looked back in the mirror and realized her nipples were getting hard! Surely the air conditioning in the house on her wet shirt was the cause. She heard the screen door open and awkwardly peered around the corner. Callie was coming in, thankfully alone, carrying dirty dishes. Jayne rushed to her, explaining the problem with the wet shirt.

Callie backed up and put the dirty dishes down, put her glass of wine down, and looked straight at Jayne's chest. "I see your problem, clearly!" she said with a laugh. She sipped her wine, then raised her empty hand up and gently twisted Jayne's nipple.

"That's not going to help!" Jayne said, surprised at the hoarseness in her voice.

"I suppose not." Callie set her wine glass down, and faced Jayne. "Your shirt and bra are still in the wash... soaking wet... I have an idea." With that, Callie cupped her breasts and lined her nipples up a centimeter from Jayne's in front of Jayne's. "Do you mind if I try something?"

"Umm... Ok." Jayne told herself it probably was the wine talking. Surely. It was hard not to stare at Callie's breasts, as Callie raised them in her hands.

Callie leaned forward slightly, her nipples displayed under the then athletic fabric of her tank top were barely touching Jayne's nipples. Slowly, Callie leaned into Jayne's chest, her nipples rubbing small circles across Jayne's hard nipples. Soon Callie dropped her hands and pulled Jayne into a full hug, their breasts smashed between them. They stood that way for awhile, Callie playfully biting her lip. Slowly Callie pulled back. Her tank top had absorbed some of the water from Jayne's chest, and now both women stood braless with transparent, wet shirts.

"I've been thinking," Callie said, quietly. "What your ex-husband said about 'not writing checks you can't cash'. He's a fool. He wanted you to think you owed him, but all he did was take away your freedom. You're free, now. No checks, no debt to pay. What do you want to do?"

Slowly, Jayne raised her hands to Jayne's breasts, slowly Jayne circled Jayne's nipples and felt them grow hard. Slowly, Jayne leaned in for a kiss, and slowly Jayne slid her hands under Callie's wet tank top.

Jayne felt Callie's firm nipples in the center of her palms, and her hands grabbed Callie's firm, small breasts. One of Jayne's hands left Callie's breasts, and reached around to grab her tight ass, sliding up under the hem of her short shirts. Both women moaned softly. And then, the screen door opened.

Jayne pulled away, quickly. Kevin stood in the kitchen, calmly watching both women. Jayne looked at Callie, surprised. Callie looked at Jayne and raised a single eyebrow. Then Callie took a step back and pulled her tank top off over her head. She dropped it to the floor, and silently slid her shorts and panties to the floor as well. She stepped out of her shorts, kicking her sandals off and into the clothing pile. Completely naked, she looked straight at Jayne and said "Write your checks, if you want. I'll cash them."