Chapter 4: Sorority sisters are doing it for themselves
"Matt, this is Rae, my college roomie. Rae, Matt's my new lover." Kat made introductions in the garden. The two women had been sunning themselves when he'd turned up to cut the grass. He hadn't seen Kat for a fortnight, since the last time the grass needed cutting, and had been looking forward to a pretty hot afternoon until he saw she had company. Hearing Kat own up to their -- call it a relationship -- their relationship, Matt's jaw dropped. "Relax Honey." Kat said to him, gently squeezing the crotch of his shorts. "Rae's from Alabama. She's visiting while her husband's on a fishing trip with JJ. She doesn't know anyone in this town to tell. Our secret's safe with her. Besides, we fooled around a fair bit in college. We girls have no secrets from each other." Kat felt Matt's dick twitch at the mention of her sexual relationship with Rae. So predictable. Guys loved the idea of bi-sexual girls. She let go of his shorts and stepped away from him. "Lemonade?" The question was addressed to both Matt and Rae.
"I'd love some, Mrs B." Matt answered, glad to have something to discuss other than... Well, just glad of the change of subject.
"Rae?"
"What? Oh, sure. Lemonade would be great. Want a hand in the kitchen?" Rae had been shocked by Kat's blatancy too.
"Nah. You two relax. I'll be a minute. Two at the most." Kat walked into the kitchen with Matt's eyes following her Lycra clad ass the whole way. When she disappeared into the shadows, he realized his hand had strayed to the bulge in his shorts. Instantly, he let go of himself, like his dick was an electric eel. He caught Rae's wry smile and blushed. The silence was most definitely of the uncomfortable kind. Matt struggled for something to say to break the ice but "So you're from Alabama?" was too banal after the way they'd been introduced and he wasn't about to say, "So you've eaten Mrs B's pussy too." And that was precisely what he was thinking.
The fact the silence was uncomfortable is not to say they didn't take the opportunity to check each other out. Rae could smell the perspiration that leant a sheen to Matt's bare arms and legs and appreciated the bulges in his t-shirt almost as much as the bulge in his shorts.
Matt had the better part of the bargain. There was a lot more of Rae on view than there was of him. She was wearing a tiny yellow bikini of the sort only wearable if you have basically no pubes to cover. His gaze lingered on the tiny WW label on her crotch and the clear profile of her labia. The thoughtful manufacturers had put a seam right up the middle of her briefs so that camel toe was compulsory.
"Lemonade." Kat handed him a tall, cold glass, snapping his attention away from Rae. Kat had noticed but chose not to notice, so to speak.
"Thanks, Mrs B." Matt emptied the glass in two long swallows. "I'd better get on with the grass." He turned and strode back to his mower. "I'll do the front first." Matt disappeared back around the house. About a minute later they heard the mower cough into life.
When Kat was certain Matt couldn't hear them, she asked "Well?"
"Well, he sure as hell beats my vibrator."
Kat almost sprayed lemonade everywhere. "Ain't that the truth?"
"Don't you feel guilty, though? Cheating on JJ?"
"No."
"Not at all?"
"No. Matt does things to me that JJ's never shown any interest in. You don't feel your cheating on your toaster when you use a waffle iron."
"What sort of things?"
"Well he eats pussy until I come, not just until I'm wet enough to stick it in. That's a real treat."
"Ok. I can see that. What else?" Rae had decided if she had to know Kat's guilty secret, she wanted to know all of it.
"Well, the first time... Matt caught me riding the washing machine. He likes to watch me get off. JJ would have thrown a fit but Matt just got his dick out and started jerking off too."
"Riding the washing machine?"
"On its spin cycle. It vibrates like you wouldn't believe."
"And Matt caught you at it?" Rae was having a hard time picturing all this.
"And jerked off."
"Kat, you are one sick little kitty."
"If I'm so sick, how come your nipples are crinkling? Huh?"
"'Coz it is kinda sexy listening to you. It's like reading porn, 'cept I know you really did all this kinky shit. What else have you two got up to?"
"Anal. Matt really likes that. Tit-fucking, blowjobs of course. About the only place he hasn't fucked me so far is my belly button, though sometimes it feels like he's trying to burrow back out through it." Kat smiled as she recalled the ferocity of their last fuck.
"Jesus Christ on a bicycle!"
"JJ's bigger in the pants department, but Matt really knows how to use what he's got. It's like... Would you prefer three scoops of vanilla or two scoops of Chunky Monkey?"
"More hunky than chunky, from what I saw."
"And the best bit is JJ pays him by the hour. It's nice to have such a thoughtful husband." Kat said. They were both still giggling when the mower went silent. "We'd better move off the grass." Kat stood and gathered up her things from the lawn. Rae followed her lead and they relocated themselves on the deck by the kitchen door.
