Halfway through the show their fingers interlaced. Amelia's heart raced, the dialogue blurred in her mind – she forgot to pay attention to the play. Amelia concentrated on their hands, the way Susan gently stroked the back of it. Emotions welled up inside her. It was innocent and tender but it resonated deep within. Susan ran her fingertips up and down Amelia's arm. Thump, thump, thump. Amelia could smell her own heat rising. Susan lifted Amelia's hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles – her lips were soft.
Amelia turned her head to look but Susan's eyes were focused on the stage. She saw a small smile form in the corner of Susan's mouth. Amelia gently squeezed her hand. Her mind refocused – she hadn't missed much of the play. Amelia no longer wondered her intentions. There was no turning back.
After the show and during the cab ride back to the apartment, Susan placed her hand on Amelia's knee and stroked her tenderly. Amelia had a surge of excitement and said, "Thanks for inviting me." There was a small hitch in her voice. "It's been a perfect night."
Susan turned to Amelia and touched her face with her fingers. She kissed her playfully; Amelia responded eagerly. The floodgates opened and they kissed and groped like teenagers who hadn't seen each other in days. Susan slipped the strap off Amelia's dress, caressed her right boob, and sucked her pretty pink nipple. Amelia hiked her dress, pushed aside her panties and touched herself. She was soaking wet.
The cabbie looked in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, "Ladies, we're here." He grinned broadly – hands down, he had the best story of the night to share with the guys at the garage.
Blake heard the commotion in the hallway – high heels clicking on the hardwood floors, girls giggling and laughing. He was watching the basketball game on the television. He saw them in his peripheral vision and said, "How was the show?"
"The show was great... Scarlett was hot," said Amelia quickly. "But we have more pressing issues." There was desperation in her words.
Blake looked at Amelia and Susan. Their arms were wrapped around each other's waist, their hair was ruffled, their dresses were askew and they had devilish smiles.
Blake stood up – it was obvious he was glad to see them. He and Susan were the same height, about six inches taller than Amelia. Susan wrapped her arms around Blake's neck and kissed him on the lips. She pecked small kisses on his neck and collarbone. She whispered in his ear, "I am going to make love to you and Amelia." She smiled mischievously.
Blake shot a glance at Amelia and arched high his eyebrows as if to ask if it was okay. Amelia kicked off her heels, lifted her dress, and slid down her panties. She stretched them like a kid playing with a rubber band and flung them at Blake's head. She laughed loudly and nervously. She nodded slowly – her eyes were as big as saucers.
Susan breathed heavily on Blake's neck and ran her fingers through his hair. She slid her hand over his chest and arms. She took his hands and guided them to her hips. They danced slowly. She slid her hand to his bulge and ran her fingers along the outline of his cock. She stroked up and down, winked at Amelia and sighed, "Oh my."
Blake put his hand on Susan's breasts and squeezed. They were much larger than Amelia's and heavier than he anticipated. Her nipples clearly conveyed her approval.
Susan reached for Amelia's hand and led her down the hall to the master bedroom. Blake followed their swaying hips. He had a raging hard-on in his pants and a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.
Amelia and Susan sat on the bed holding hands. Their kisses were deep and passionate. They held each other like long-lost lovers. Their hands explored their bodies. As she had done earlier, Susan pushed down the right strap of Amelia's dress and kissed her neck with featherlike kisses and worked her way to her collarbone and then to her boob. She slowly slipped off the strap from the left side and laid down more kisses. She spent extra time on her nipple and sucked it like she needed nourishment.
