The extra room was finally rented out, and Lilly, the beautiful brown haired, brown eyed young lady who rented the bedsit was a real joy to be around. Besides, you and Sweetie could use a few extra dollars to help cushion your little nest egg. Sweetie's your husband, but you've been calling him by his pet name for so long you've nearly forgotten his real name. You both thought it was completely darling when she confessed that she was afraid that you would refuse to rent the cute little studio to her because she was a lesbian. You tried to reassure her by sharing that both you and sweetie had ventured over to wild side during your college days. Sweetie wasn't too pleased to have that information revealed, but typical to his kindhearted nature he just smiled and shrugged.
Before long, all the folks in your newly created communal home, three people and two dogs, had become great pals, and by and large the atmosphere was quite agreeable. So it was a welcome adventure when Lilly invited you both downtown to see her favorite retro-swing band, Second Street Boogie. It seemed like just moments before everyone was in period costumes, out the door and into the car. Swing dancing to the sound of Jump Blues fueled by bourbon and coke was just the distraction that the doctor ordered. As the three of you were swinging and swaying on the dance floor and watching Lilly move brought back sensations and urges that you hadn't felt since you were in college, and you were very sure that she noticed. Lilly volunteered to be the designated diver so you and Sweetie felt free to indulge a little more in libations than usual, and in the spirit of moment, Sweetie was feeling maybe a drink or two too free.
As everyone loaded into the little red car and headed for home, Sweetie said, "Boy, Lilly I am sure glad you're driving" and he laid down in the back seat and closed his eyes. After a few minutes Lilly looked in the review mirror to check on Sweetie, who was, no doubt, out like a light. A second later she reached over and rested her hand on the inside of your thigh. There was a quick breathy inspiration of surprise! But then, almost as if by instinct you rested your hand on hers and began guiding it farther up your thigh amid tingling pulsations of excitement radiating throughout your body. As she passed the garter, fastened to top of your stockings, she began to lightly stroke and massage the increasingly excited area between your thighs that was moment by moment becoming more noticeably fiery and moist. But, just then the car turned into the driveway. So you and Lilly teamed up to tuck Sweetie into bed.