Lea couldn't have asked for a more perfect afternoon to work on the house and be outside in the sunshine. A morning of fog had been broken through by a warm afternoon uplift that she was very glad for and was determined to make the best of it. Her short overalls already stained with white paint, she walked barefoot through the grass to the paint can and set the brush down in the trough next to it. Stretching languidly in the sunlight, all five-foot-two of her petite frame enjoying the warmth, she was a bundle of blonde femininity. The house was a of a friend who lived out of town. They had mentioned it needing a bit of touching up here and there, and Ian thought it might be a fun idea to pitch in for a little extra fun money. At first she thought that was his only intention until she had overheard the rest of the phone call, already smiling at the memory.
"Sure! Saturday? Lea, Alex and I can knock that out for you." Ian said into the phone with a knowing grin.
Alex. The mention of the name snapped Lea's head around as they had been lounging on the couch, a cute excited, surprised smile leaping to her face. She snuggled closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek and propped her head down on his chest. She knew exactly what he had planned for her, and nothing needed to be said. Ian had kept Alex's return from his latest business venture a delicious secret, one that she was planning on rewarding them both for not spoiling the surprise.
You see, Alex was Lea's second boyfriend.
She smiled at just the thought of what some of her friends, the ones that didn't already know, might think of that. Shock? Nervous polite laughter? An exclamation of knowing all along? Lea was sure some of them suspected. The three of them did spend an awful lot of time together, feeling herself stir at the memories.
Hearing the sound of the engine meandering up the drive, she turned around and saw Alex's truck pulling up and bounced toward them, the excitement making Lea feel light as a feather. Ian pulled her close as he got out of the passenger seat, picking her up as he kissed her before she ran over to Alex and hugged him deeply as he kissed the top of her head. Both were tall, Alex an inch or two taller than Ian with mousey brown hair to his black.
"He could have told me you were back! I could have so used the two of you last week, it was brutal!" Lea had said as she pulled away from Alex.
They both had laughed at that, remembering her complaints in the group chat.
"I only got back Thursday, I'm sorry I didn't come straight from the airport, sheesh!" Alex had fired back, smacking her butt playfully, as he walked back to the truck bed to grab a toolbox.
"You did a great job getting started. Why don't you let me and him take over for a bit and you chill?", Ian said, planting a kiss on her neck.
Lea beamed at him, nodding coyly and giving Alex a knowing smile before practically skipping up the steps of the main foyer. She could tell they didn't want to waste any time today, their jeans showing noticeable bulges from seeing her prance around the yard. She loved the effect she had on them.
Lea found the spacious bathroom and stripped bare, the heated floors feeling lovely underneath her feet, she was happily reminded of how this all came to be. Ian had been so forward. So sure of what experiences she deserved. That she had an energy that needed more than one masculine form to celebrate it, and a body that was perfect to be shared. He certainly knew how to make a first impression.
Shivering inversely at the first scalding droplets to kiss her skin, Lea softly shrieked and quickly turned the heat lower, flushing pink as the steam enveloped her. She hadn't realized how chilly the air outside was, despite the sun. Quickly lathering up, she resisted the urge to get too comfortable, knowing there were better things on the horizon.
The water snapped off a few minutes later, and Lea left the bathroom, a single towel wrapped around her as she padded into the wood paneled bedroom and saw the lace, short, night slip set aside earlier. Wasting no time letting the towel fall away and her favorite lingerie replace it, she checked herself out in the tall mirror, shifting it this way and that to hang from her hips in just the way she knew they liked it, smiling with the faint red lip and subtle mascara applied before leaving the bathroom. She eyed the white heels in the corner as she left and decided, fuck it, and slipped them on. Springtime be damned, she was wearing her heels.
The kitchen was almost as plush as the bathroom. Lea grabbed the bottle of vodka and lemonade she had chilling, internally wishing she had this much space at home. So much space to be the desert propped up on a kitchen counter after a nice dinner. She giggled, remembering the awkward place Ian had jammed her last time, pushing plates and pots and pans out of the way. Wedging both of the bottles between the fingers of her left hand, her right grabbed a couple glasses.
Lea peaked out of a window next to the front door, its lace dressing similar to her outfit she loved so much. Both of the boys were in t-shirts and jeans, white streaks of paint staining them, the bulges from earlier not visible as they worked, laughing. She decided it was about time to fix that, opening the door and putting her best smile on for them, standing in the foyer as a breeze caught her legs, raising gooseflesh along the pale skin.
"I know you two haven't been at it long, but do you want to come inside for a bit?" Lea said sweetly, dangling the two bottles and glasses seductively.
Alex and Ian smiled at each other and put their tools down, taking little time to walk over and take them from her hands.
"I don't see why not, we still have a lot of daylight left, right?" Alex said.
"Oh! Let me go get that pitcher, that would be perfect!" Lea replied, turning and walking back towards the kitchen, an idea forming in her mind as her heels knocked on the wood floor. She could feel both of their eyes following her, boring into their favorite places to celebrate her body. 'I'll give them something to look at, all right...' she thought to herself with a grin.
There was no pitcher. There was never any pitcher. Lea looked for a suitable lower cupboard and, with practiced ease, knelt down in front of it, hiking her slip up over the small of her back to reveal her butt, not wearing anything underneath of course. Arching it in a cat like stretch and crossing her heeled feet at the ankle, she felt one of them half slip off a foot.
"Hey, Ian? Do you remember where you stuck that pitcher?" Lea called out, letting a throaty tone creep into her voice.
Alex rounded the corner first, unable to keep himself from laughing happily.
"Oh wow. Look at this," he said. "I don't think she's being very subtle today."
Lea turned her head, looking at them both in turn, need plainly present in her expression.
"I don't know what you could be talking about." She said, pretending to turn back the cabinet.
