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? ;) -
"Hmmm..." I pondered, then swung my leg over Jill's body, abruptly shifting my weight until I was straddling her, my hands pinning her wrists back lightly. I leaned down and kissed her slowly.
"What else should we do?"
Jill grinned and pulled from my grasp, reaching around behind me under my shirt to unhook my bra. I shimmied my way out of it under my shirt in that inexplicable way that girls do, and lifted the hem of my shirt with one hand. She leaned forward, stretching out her tongue to lick delicately at my puckered nipple, then closed her lips over it, sucking gently. She held her phone out to the side and snapped a picture. I pouted when she turned away to send the picture.
"Patience, love," she smirked at me. She held out her tongue again, barely flicking the tip of my nipple. I groaned and pressed towards her, but she turned her head.
"Tease," I moaned.
Jill chuckled then caught my nipple in her mouth, sucking it in and closing her hand over my other breast, kneading the soft firmness. I moaned and closed my eyes, pulsing my hips against her pelvis. Her tongue swirled around my nipple, hot and slick, flicking at the sensitive skin. I pulled my shirt entirely off so that I could caress her breast with my free hand.
Her phone chirped.
- That's nice. Any more? -
"Mmm, he wants more," Jill murmured. "What to give him?" She sat up, pushing me off her lap, and tugged her shirt over her head. I moved in to kiss at her breasts, reaching around to unclasp her bra, and moving to suck on her nipples as soon as they were free. Kneeling on the couch, Jill pulled me up and towards her, pressing her breasts against mine and sweeping me into a passionate kiss. *click*
Jill didn't turn away to send the picture this time, instead peering out of the corner of her eye to tap at the keyboard, then tossed her phone onto the couch behind me and fell back, pulling me on top of her.
I moaned, running my hand up and down her side, then caressing her breast. Her lips pressed hotly against my mouth, hungry.
Jill turned me, snaking her hand down between my legs, stroking through the denim. I spread my legs apart, but she was already fumbling at the button. She soon had it undone and the zipper down, and was sliding her hand into my pants, inside my panties to the slickness between my legs, stroking my clit slowly.
I groaned and pulled on Jill's nipple, bending my head to lick at it.
Her phone chirped.
I groaned in frustration when Jill slipped her fingers from their diversion and sat up to retrieve the phone.
- Oh thats hot -
I snatched the device from her hands and typed back, - Shouldve seen what you just interrupted -
"Hey," Jill cried. "That's mine! Ooh, you're going to pay for that." She grinned evilly.
The phone chirped again and she grabbed for it, but I jumped up off the sofa and held it back away from her.
"Give me that!" She clambered to her feet towards me, but I backed away.
"Come and get it," I teased. I turned and dashed into the bedroom, Jill hot on my heels.
I ran around to the other side of the bed while looking at the phone to see what Derek had said.