Keys in hand, Lanie stopped by the door and checked the mirror one more time. She twisted back and forth to look at her ass, examined her teeth, fluffed her hair. And then she stopped to really look herself in the eyes. Expressionless, she gazed at her reflection. The woman in the mirror looked pale, and her eyes were huge and dark. She had put lipstick on, which accentuated her small mouth, what Kelly affectionately referred to as her Clara Bow mouth. Leaning closer, Lanie noticed her lips were trembling a little. She looked frightened.
Fuck it, she thought, opening the front door and slamming it behind her.
She elected to forgo listening to music on the way, opting instead for a cracked window with the heat blazing. She kept to surface streets and drove like a homing pigeon, wending her way over to Kelly and Jeff's. Twice she found herself rooting around in her purse for cigarettes, cursing each time she forgot about quitting. She had been driving this route for 10 years. She had driven it with her husband dozens of times, she had driven it drunk, but she had never driven it with such giddy apprehension. Fear and excitement warred in her belly as she absently cruised through town. Lanie kept remembering all of the suggestive conversations over the years and spooning with Kelly while they shared a joint. Jeff walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed, slapping Kelly's ass and rubbing it through her jeans as they all talked and laughed. So many nights like that, while Evan was away.
She had always left just in time, scooting out at 2 in the morning and toddling home mostly uncompromised. Stripping down to just her damp panties and throwing herself on the bed, imagining Jeff's cock in her mouth and Kelly pushing 2 fingers up inside her, both of them fucking her all night. They knew she had always wanted it. They flirted and they teased, but in the end had always respected her wishes. She, in turn, burned with jealousy each time they took someone home. Kelly, of course, had to tell her all about it the next day.
Lanie allowed herself to imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by another man, by Jeff, whom she had wanted before he and Kelly even married. And there was so much unfinished business with Kelly, from years and years of drunken kisses, sweet girl-whispers, and giggling in the dark. Lanie pulled up into their drive feeling wired, like she'd just drunk six cups of coffee.
Kelly came running out in a sweatshirt and jeans, mugging at her and making hurry up gestures. Lanie couldn't help it, she started laughing and gathered her stuff. It'll be fine, it'll be fine, she muttered under her breath, steadying herself and launching out into the cold. Kelly was jumping up and down next to the front door, arms folded across her chest. But as soon as Lanie got close, Kelly leapt toward her and pulled her in the house.
Laughing, we burst into the room with a blast of cold air. Kelly shut the door behind us and chided me for being late.
"Jeff was saying you were gonna chicken out, Lanie!", she teased.
I laughed and hid my eyes for a second by pulling my scarf over my head. I had been trying to summon courage; that's why I was late. Opening my eyes, I started to shrug my coat off when I realized Kelly was already behind me to take it.
"Oh, look. She's already takin her clothes off!" Jeff. Leaning against the kitchen wall with one hip cocked, jeans riding a little low. Cigarette smoldering in one cupped hand. I felt a pang in my pussy as I turned around and met his smile with my own.
"Don't worry. I have lots of layers yet." I lowered my eyes and threw my gloves on the table. Kelly popped up next to me with a glass of wine. She pointed at my shoes and I slipped out of them.
"You just drink some of that wine. And come in here and warm up some!" Jeff pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to me, putting his hand in the small of my back and offering me his cigarette. I took a long drag as he pushed me gently in the direction of the den.
He'd built a fire, and the warmth pulsed out from the hearth like pressure from a hand. Kelly had arranged the wide sectional close to the fire with several blankets piled on the floor. I blinked and swallowed. Jeff went up to the fire and began poking at it, mumbling something about heart of pine. Kelly walked towards him and pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing a tank top underneath. Taking a breath, I did the same. I couldn't help but glance at her breasts, larger than mine and stretching her top a little. Her nipples were hard, and their large, dark outlines were faintly visible through the fabric. She must have seen me looking, because she was kissing me before my sweater even hit the floor.
She'd been standing a couple of feet away, but suddenly she was so close to me I could smell her shampoo and feel her breath against my mouth. I gasped in surprise at her sudden proximity, still a little nervous, and she smiled. "I have wanted this for so long, Lanie...", she whispered, smoothing my hair back away from my face. My vision narrowed as the excitement inside me roared; nothing existed but Kelly.
She took my face in both hands and gently pressed her soft, wide lips to mine. Once, twice, and my mouth opened under hers like a flower. Immediately we had our arms around eachother, entwined, her tongue in my mouth and my hands in her long, black hair. She felt so fragile and familiar in my arms. I could feel every inch of her pressed against me, breast to breast, belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis. I may have moaned, I don't know. And at my back, I felt someone take down my hair.
My heart jumped when I realized Jeff had abandoned the fire and come up close behind me. My hair loosened and spilled down my back, and Jeff moved it aside. I felt his lips graze my neck and thought I would cum right there. Shivering, I kept my eyes tightly shut and my mouth on Kelly's mouth, losing myself in the kiss. My mind was whirling with sensory input, and for a moment I was bewildered as to how this could actually be happening, my nipples erect and painful from Jeff's lips on my neck. Kelly pushed against me slowly until my back was up against Jeff's bare chest and my ass against his hardening cock.
Releasing my hair for the moment, Jeff slid his hands up and down my arms, fingertips occasionally brushing my breasts, pressing against me steadily as Kelly and I eased into comfortable necking. She bit my bottom lip and I finally relaxed, giving in, leaning back against Jeff and pulling Kelly with me. I held her close to me with one hand at her waist and the other guiding the back of her head in our continuous kiss. I sucked gently at her lips, nipping her a little with my teeth, tracing the outline of our kiss with my tongue.
Jeff slid his hands underneath my arms and slowly palmed my breasts, immediately finding the nipples and pinching them once, hard, before gently rubbing his palms against the very tips. That time I definitely cried out in Kelly's mouth, and she pulled back for a breath. I watched her look up, over my head, and smile into Jeff's eyes.