I hummed to myself as I set out my hand painted wine glasses and a bottle of wine on the coffee table. It was the last Wednesday of the month, Good Wine and Bad Movie night. Tonight was a rosa regale brichetto paired with the doubtful Schwarzenegger classic Red Heat. As I placed a small bowl of cherries on the table, my husband Derek stepped into the room with a frown.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" I asked him.
"I got called into work."
"What, tonight?" My heart sank, my good mood evaporating. "But, wine, and the movie. Jill will be here soon."
Jill was a friend who always came over for wine and bad movies. We'd known her for nearly two years and the three of us were quite close.
"I know, sweetie." He stepped over to me, slipping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm sorry."
I sighed.
"I guess I'll call Jill before she leaves her house." I pulled away from Derek and began picking up the wine glasses again.
"No, she can still come over," he insisted. "You guys go ahead and have movie night without me."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, go ahead, enjoy yourselves. No reason to ruin it for everyone."
"Well, all right. Thanks, love."
Derek smiled at me.
"Of course. Anything for you."
I put away the third glass and set about touching up my makeup while Derek readied for work. Within fifteen minutes, there was an unceremonious knock at the door and Jill walked in.
She was stunning, as usual. A good four inches taller than my five foot two, she boasted a slim, athletic physique and beautifully rounded breasts. She wore her long, pale blonde hair in two low tails over her shoulders and was dressed in a white undershirt and dark, low slung blue jeans.
I was dressed similarly, in a snug, thin t-shirt and jeans. My chestnut hair was too short to tie in tails, but it was spiked out in an artful bedhead look that had taken me more time and hair gel than I would care to admit.
"Ana!" Jill dumped her purse on the table and moved to embrace me but stopped as she saw Derek putting on his shoes.
"Going somewhere? Aren't we going to have a movie?"
"He was called in to work," I told her, pouting to make clear my feelings on the matter.
Jill mirrored my expression.
"Oh no! Do you have to?"
"I do, sorry." Derek stood up. "But you girls can have fun without me."
"I guess." Jill still looked disappointed.
"Have fun," he told us. "You can tell me all about it when I get back." Derek leaned down to press a passionate kiss to my mouth, his tongue sliding inside as his hand slipped under my shirt and bra to fondle my breast and pinch my nipple gently. He pulled away reluctantly and turned to bid Jill farewell in the same way.
I should mention that ours is not a conventional friendship.
I slipped an arm around Jill's waist as Derek opened the door.
"Try not to be too distracted at work!" I teased.
He winked at us and left.
The two of us moved into the living room where we poured ourselves some wine and settled on the couch.
"Oh, this is very good," Jill remarked as the movie began. "I'll have to remember this wine."
"I know, isn't it? My sister told me about it." I curled up next to Jill, my hand resting on her thigh.
It was a bad movie, and we were thoroughly enjoying it. Twenty minutes and two glasses of wine each into it, Jill had moved to a lounging position against the arm of the couch and I nestled up next to her, my arm around her waist and my head pillowed against her chest, both of us giggling madly and imitating Arnold's thick Austrian accent.
"Poor Derek, missing all this fun," I commented, stroking Jill's hip.
"I know. We should text him!" she replied.
I laughed. "Yeah, send him sexy texts so he'll want to rush home."
"I think he wants to anyway." Jill gave me a sly look and fished her phone from her pocket. "Let's make it worse!" She began tapping out a text to Derek.
- Hey, Sexy. Guess what we're doing? -
His reply came after a few minutes.
- I'm bad at guessing games. Why don't you tell me? -
I giggled.
"Let's show him! Send him a picture."
"Picture of what, though?" Jill asked, winking.
I laughed. "As if you don't know." I wiggled up until my face was level with hers and planted a heavy, passionate kiss on her mouth. She moaned and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, kissing me back with fervor. I saw the flash from the phone out of the corner of my eye and she pulled away to send the photo. I kissed down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. When the picture was sent, Jill lifted my chin to kiss my mouth again, twining her other hand in my hair. I groped at her breast through her ribbed undershirt and bra . The chime of her phone pulled us apart.
- That's hot. What else are you doing? ;) -