Note: this is a lesbian sex story, and like the last story it tends toward a bit of romance. It's also a tad shorter than the other ones, and features some (legal) drug use.
In The Previous Chapter: New friends Harry and Sam went on their first "Date Night, " eating at a nice restaurant and then walking to Sam's place, where. they had a passionate night. This chapter follows their wives to Joan's place.
"Are you sure you don't want to just order something in?" asked Amanda as they entered Joan's house.
"Nah, I've already thawed the shrimp," replied Joan. "Besides, this recipe is a snap. It'll take less than 30 minutes."
Amanda hauled her overnight bag to the living room and placed it on the carpet.
"Wait," said Joan, "you don't think you're going to sleep on the couch, are you? You've got a place in our bed."
"Yeah but I also brought some toys."
"Ooh that sounds nice."
Amanda pulled a bottle of wine from her bag and brought it into the kitchen.
"Pinot Grigio should go well with scampi."
"Sounds nice."
"At least let me make the salad."
"Okay, okay. The greens are in the middle drawer. You can slice the bread, too," Joan said, motioning to a loaf of focaccia.
Joan finished things up and they sat down to eat. Joan put the satellite music on a jazz station. The shrimp scampi was the perfect light meal, and the wine and bread complemented it well.
"So this split-date thing was all Sam's idea? asked Joan.
"Yeah. He figures it's a good way to get to to know a couple. He figures one-on-one can be more intimate. We did something similar with Chris and Judy."
Chris and Judy were another couple that they had played with at Amanda and Sam's get-together. The image of Chris - tall, athletic, physical - with Sam - short, stocky, affectionate - got Joan slightly wet. The image of Amanda with Judy - whose perky, wholesome demeanour belied her intense erotic appetites - got her even wetter.
Joan also thought of her own husband Harry and Amanda's husband Sam. They were having dinner together to be followed by an evening at Sam and Amanda's place.
"Oh I almost forgot - I brought dessert," said Amanda with a wicked grin. "It's not much but it should liven things up." Amanda produced four chocolates, each in a wrapper with a familiar green leaf. Joan rolled her eyes.
"Seriously? I haven't done pot since college. That stuff always put me to sleep."
"First of all," said Amanda, "nobody calls it pot anymore. Second of all, this is a balanced THC/CBD blend. It's designed for total body relaxation. It won't put you to sleep - although we might not want to leave the couch."
Joan rolled her eyes again, but accepted the chocolates anyway.
They sat on the couch together. Joan switched off the music and turned on the TV. She put a movie on - Desperately Seeking Susan, starring Madonna and Rosanna Arquette." It was a silly sort of "screwball thriller" from the 80s. Amanda remarked that it was so clear that Roberta (Arquette's character) was hot for Susan (Madonna's character) but they probably couldn't have made this explicit in the 80s.
A half an hour into the movie Joan started to feel very flushed. Stripping down to her bra she announced "oh, I'm starting to feel something" and put one hand down her panties. Amanda kissed her and undid Joan's bra, then her own.
"My god I love your tits so much," said Joan as she kneaded Amanda's breasts. They continued to kiss, nibbling on each other's lips. The edibles made every stroke radiate all over their bodies in a series of mini-orgasms. They found themselves paying less and less attention to the movie.
Joan grabbed the remote and switched to the satellite music, choosing a chill-out music station, and turned up the volume. The slow, woozy-but-funky beats reverberated through the house. Joan had once read a music critic who said that bass tones were felt in the womb, and while she had always thought that was a bit silly she now understood exactly what they'd meant.
Amanda got up from the couch and opened her overnight bag, and pulled out a double-ended dildo. By now both women were completely nude, and Amanda guided the dildo into Joan and herself. They grinded together, furiously fingering each other's clit in time to the trip hop beat.
"Oh God I'm gonna cum so hard," sighed Joan.
When orgasm came it was like nothing either had felt before. They felt an almost primal connection, as if they were the first women on Earth. Joan closed her eyes and let these tactile sensations paint images in her mind. She imagined a pulsating aura surrounding them both, with an unbreakable bond between them.
Eventually they detached from the dildo and each other. Joan still felt tingles all over, and she lay back, letting the sensations wash over her and slowly subside. They were both silent for a few minutes, then Joan finally spoke.
"I see your point about the weed." Amanda laughed.
