"Hey, I nearly forgot to tell you, your friend Gill is coming for dinner on Saturday night. She is going to her Mothers on Sunday so is stopping over as we are half way from her place."
This news from my partner Sue gave me mixed thoughts. "Oh great," I replied trying to hide my true feelings. But what were my true feelings?
So, some background: Firstly Gill isn't really my friend. She is Sue's but we have met a few times and I always got on very well with her. She is about 15 years younger than us, in her late 20's. The friendship with Sue developed when Sue helped her through her parent's acrimonious divorce (Sue was going through one herself). Sue also supported her as she went through one disastrous relationship after another. Gill is not stunningly pretty in a model sort of way, but she is attractive, fairly slim, a smile to die for and a nice figure. But more of that later. We had sort of lost touch over the last year as she had found a new job and moved a long way away. Also with the 15 year age gap, we were always surprised that Gill was the one that wanted to keep the friendship alive.
Now why did Sue say "your friend?" This is where things get a bit complex. The last time Gill came over and stayed the night, Sue had caught me taking a sneaky peek at Gill's nicely proportioned cleavage. She didn't have the largest pair of tits, but what she had was nicely proportioned and on this day, and the following morning when she wore a low cut night shirt and dressing gown for breakfast, my eyes were drawn to her cleavage and hints of what else she had. Like all men I have a thing for a sneaky look, the forbidden glance and the view was so tempting........
Had she seen me? I hope not. Sue sure as hell did see me and when Gill left, she good naturedly ribbed me about it.
Over the next few months the ribbing continued and even in bed when we discussed fantasies and such like, Gill's name came up and we laughed a few times about inviting her to join us for a three-sum. We knew she had a fairly active sex life and didn't hide the fact that between relationships she had a couple of fuck-buddies. But this was pillow talk and fantasies stay that, fantasies. So the ribbing continued with Sue referring to Gill as my friend.
Sue doesn't have a jealous bone in her body and when we have discussed fantasies, previous lovers and so on, it has always enhanced our love life. We are rock solid and when we did once half seriously talk about seeing each other with another person, we agreed that it would be erotic but our base and love was for each other. Sex for sex sake is something different. Would we do a three sum or other things with other partners? Who knows, probably not because there is large gap between pillow talk and actually crossing that divide?
Saturday night was soon upon us. Gill arrived at 6.30pm and smiled warmly as she took her overnight bag out of the car.
"Hi John!" she said as she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Gill, great to see you, let me take your bag."
"Hi Gill," Sue said as Gill came into the house and the two woman gave each other chaste kisses.
"Great to see you guys again," she said. "You're both looking well!"
"You too Gill, love the tan," Sue said, "been anywhere nice?"
"South of France for a couple of weeks, the only place to go to get an all over tan!" she replied laughing.
Sue looked at me and smiled that smile that only couples can do when they have a hidden agenda or know what the other person is thinking.
"Lucky you to have the body for an all over tan," Sue said smiling at Gill.
"Oh, you do put yourself down Sue!" Gill replied.
"Come on, let's get you settled and let's have a drink," I said desperate to change the conversation. I took the bag upstairs and showed Gill to her room. "Just as it was before," I said. Get yourself settled and come down for a drink. What would you like?"
"Thanks John. A white wine. Large please!"
"Your wish is my command," I replied with a mock bow.
The dinner and conversation went brilliantly. Partly fuelled by wine, there were no awkward pauses, no references to the previous events and no subtle digs from Sue about other matters!
Gill was wearing a white polo shirt and jeans, that showed her slim figure off to perfection and the tan was also enhanced by the colour of the shirt. The buttons were undone but no cleavage was on show, much to my relief!
We were soon relaxing in the sitting room enjoying more drinks and laughing at all sorts of things.
"Come on then Gill, who did you go to the South of France with?" asked Sue. "A new man?"
"No, no such luck," she chuckled. "I went with a friend, a girl friend, and we just hung out and sunbathed."
"You really do look great Gill," said Sue, "doesn't she John?"
"Yeah, great really good," I answered, trying not to stumble over my words or look too much at Gill.
"Well thank you! We did have an awkward moment in France I have to tell you about," she said as she sipped her wine. "We met up with a group of people and hung out with them most evenings. Well one night my friend disappeared so I assumed she had gone for a midnight walk and didn't think anything of it. Anyway I got tired, went back to our room and found her there, in bed, with one of the guys. And they weren't sleeping if you know what I mean!"
"Oh God no!" cried Sue.
"Yes," Gill laughed, "they were in a very intimate position. I shrieked and ran out and went back to the bar, had another drink and was wondering where I would spend the night when my friend came and joined me, ordered a drink and smiled and said I could now go back to the room."
"Oh how embarrassing!" Sue said in amazement. "Did she say anything?"
"Well when I went to the room she couldn't speak as her mouth was full if you know what I mean!"
"No, I meant afterwards!"
"She just said sorry that I had caught them."
"I don't know what I would have done," Sue said. "What would you do John?"
I thought for a moment. "If I was the guy I would say, shut the door on your way out Gill." Both girls laughed.
Gill laughed. "Good one!"
"You bloody wouldn't John, you can't talk when that happens to you!" Sue said laughing and prodded me in the chest.
"Wow, too much information guys!" Gill cried out smiling at us both.
"Guys do like their BJ's don't they Sue?" Gill said after a brief pause. Sue nodded and looked at me knowingly.
This was now going to a place that I was getting uncomfortable with, or was I? The wine and Gill's tale had certainly loosened lips.
"More wine ladies?" I said to try to change the topic.
"Please," Gill said raising her empty glass.
"And me," Sue said doing the same.
"So apart from finding your friend giving a guy a BJ, what else did you get up to?" Sue asked.
"Not much. I was celibate before you ask," she replied with a mischievous smile. "We sunbathed a lot, took in some sights and just did very little. You ever been to a nude or topless beach Sue?"
"God no, I would be too embarrassed," Sue replied. "I have walked along them, but never got these out!" she continued pointing to her boobs. "They are enormous and horrible and I hate them, not like yours."
"They aren't Sue, I would love to have bigger ones like yours. I bet John likes them don't you John?"
"Yes, very much," I said sheepishly.
"But John likes yours Gill," Sue said quietly.
"What?" Gill looked at both of us.
I looked embarrassed and Sue gave me that knowing look.
"These little things when he has your marvellous ones to play with!" Gill laughed trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"No Gill, he likes yours, don't you John?"
I was speechless with embarrassment.
"Well are you going to tell her John, or am I?"
I just wanted a massive hole to open up and for me to disappear into it.
"Well Gill it's like this," Sue started. I could hear her speech was a bit slurred so clearly the wine was talking too!
"When you came here last time I caught him trying to look down your cleavage like a naughty school boy. Caught him red handed! Now I wasn't jealous but ribbed him mercilessly. And sometimes your name came up when we had pillow talk fantasises."
"Oh no, come on Sue, Gill doesn't want to hear this!"
"Oh I do," she interrupted. "I am flattered. Thank you John."
Silence descended on the room for a second, but it seemed like ages.
"But I don't get it John. I know men like to look and so on, but you have Sue's fantastic pair to enjoy. What are they Sue, 36 B?"
