Irene was an artist of pretty good stature. She had sold or showed a lot of her work. She was able to support herself and then some, so she was certainly successful enough. Heather was thrilled to be able to go to her party through her friend Janet. Anyone who didn't want to drive home was invited to stay over. Since Heather was driving herself and it was over an hour's drive, she planned on staying and let Irene know through an email.
Now here she was; 3 drinks and 5 hours into the party. Irene had been pretty cool and down to earth. Janet had already left an hour ago and now just a couple remained in the kitchen, talking with Irene. Heather laughed and added to the conversation once in a while, but she was beginning to zone out. She couldn't drink anymore. Irene noticed her yawning and nodded to her.
Heather was surprised to see no one else had stayed for the night. She'd though she was going to share the living room with a bunch of other strangers. If the couple didn't stay, she was going to be the only one. She hoped she wasn't imposing. Maybe Irene was just being polite by offering and really didn't expect anyone to take her seriously. This made Heather a little uncomfortable. She felt dumb.
Between the alcohol and the time of night, Heather was zoning out quickly. She quietly excused herself, whether they heard her she did not know because they were deep in conversation, and went into the living room. She picked the more comfortable of the 2 couches and lay down.
It didn't seem long before she woke up to Irene clinking glasses in the dishwasher and washing pans. Eventually, Irene walked into the living room. Heather kept her eyes closed so that she wouldn't have to deal with Irene's reaction to her staying. She felt a tug on her arm.
"Oh no you don't," Irene said sternly. "No guest of mine is sleeping on a lumpy couch. Come on, you can sleep in my room."
Heather opened her eyes to Irene standing over her. She allowed Irene to pull her up and guide her into her bedroom. Irene turned a soft light on which revealed a fluffy comforter and pillows.
"You can stay in my bed, I insist. Take off your shoes and get dressed for bed."
Heather had not brought anything with her. She sat sleepily on the bed and took off her shoes and socks. Irene walked out into the living room and sat down. Heather felt bad that she was taking her bed, but didn't want to question it. She just wanted to get toasty under the covers. She didn't want to be disrespectful or get her sheets dirty, so Heather unsnapped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Her cotton bikinis slid down a little and she adjusted them. She thought Irene might be able to see her from the other room, but she did not want to look. If she wanted to look, so be it. She pulled off her shirt and took off her bra. Her body tingled with the thought of someone watching her undress. She put her cotton shirt back on and climbed under the covers.
As she closed her eyes and settled in, she heard Irene walk into the room. She could hear her pulling off her clothes. Heather peeked from half closed eyes. She wanted to see if Irene was going to get into the bed. Irene's black leather thong was already revealed. Irene looked at Heather as she unbuttoned her sleeveless shirt. The buttons were methodically undone and her breasts became exposed in the soft light, from inside her black bra. Irene unsnapped the bra and then pulled it off slowly from back to front.
Irene climbed inside the covers and nuzzled up against Heather, just enough for there to be a light contact. Embarrassed, Heather turned the other way.
"Heather?"
"mhmm?" Heather sheepishly responded.
