Connie had lived in her apartment for the last three years. A friendly contest with her landlady gets serious and is taken to the limit. They may be friends, but only one can win!
<.b>By LEC
(a.k.a. Privy)
As we pulled out of the parking lot at "Paco's Mexican Restaurant" I was listening to the new exhaust on my restored 66 Chevy pickup. My wife thought it was cute because I named my pickup "Sexy", but after all she is a Sexy Sex Chevy and she is very sexy!
I had a lot on my mind to sort through before we got home and I knew Sexy was going to help me. Easing into second gear as she rounded a corner barely catching the green light she responded faithfully as she always had in the past. Things were moving fast and I needed Sexy to help slow them down so I could understand them. When I needed to sort things out Sexy was my therapist.
Sexy had been helping me collect my thoughts for ten years now. When I was behind the wheel I could sort through even the most difficult of problems. Those new pipes sure sounded sweet. As I felt her responding to my touch my thoughts became more clear, sort of like clouds blowing away until my mind was as clear as a blue sky. Easing her throttle down a little she rumbled that deep guttural sound, just to let everyone know she wasn't just another pretty face. Then gently on the brake I kept control as I prepared her for her next maneuver.
Turning back to the east the suns reflections in a little stores windows were like spotlights on her tangerine paint making it look like she was on fire. I gunned the 454 cubic inch Chevrolet engine and felt the tires spin as they momentarily lost their grip on the asphalt before biting hard to shoot us through another intersection just as the light turned yellow! I knew where I stood with her and she knew I was always there for her. We were a team. I smiled to myself as more clouds began to roll away.
That's when Kim suddenly sat up straight in the seat as her eyes got real big like she had just seen death! "Oh shit," she shouted! I was all over the god-damn brake, my head and eyes scanning 360 degrees like a fucking barn owl, searching for whatever it was we were going to crash into, when she continued in her excited tone, "I know what we need! We need more margarita's!" Then she turned sideways on the seat saying, "Gary, we have to stop at a store for everything to make drinks."
I sank into the seat my heart still racing 90 miles per hour, "That's just what they need; more alcohol," I thought. We had drunk two margaritas each with our meals and Kim's speech now had a hint of slur to it. Not that she's a cheap drunk. She usually holds her liquor just fine. It was because the fucking glasses they served drinks in looked like a goldfish bowl with a stem. Each one held at least 3 normal drinks. That meant we already had six drinks apiece! I really shouldn't have had the second drink before driving home.
"We have two reasons to party tonight! First it's Connie's last Friday night with us, and second is announcing the winner of our game! This is a special night so let's make a party of it," she said talking so fast I had to decode it in my mind to understand what she had said. She only talks that fast when she is excited, I thought it a little strange but attributed it to the anxiety of her best friend moving away.
Several days earlier Kim had told me that this was to be a very special evening for the three of us. Today we had driven to the top of Weavers Mountain a narrow following a two-lane blacktop road to eat at "Paco's Mexican Restaurant". Connie loved authentic Mexican food and said Paco's served the best food within two hundred miles.
It was a beautiful restaurant on top of the mountains highest point, Weaver's Peak, with views this early summer evening that would take your breath. It was only a twenty-five mile drive but the winding mountain road made it almost a one-hour trip. It was worth every minute of every mile.
Although not a fancy restaurant, the girls wanted to dress as if it were and even decided on a theme. To celebrate their friendship they had dressed as 'Twins' in identical outfits of tight mid thigh black skirts, silky white blouses and matching handbags and heels. To keep their 'Twins' theme going they had even worn the same style jewelry and fragrance of perfume. Kim made me wear my black suit, actually it was the only one that still fit!
It was a great evening and the girls were admired by almost everyone there. In fact our second round of drinks were compliments of two couples at another table. At the end of supper Kim and Connie both stood up to go the restroom and the other girls stood at the same time and followed them. The four girls were already chatting and giggling before they got out of sight. "It's funny how women always have group pee's like it's a social event'" I thought.
While they were all gone the two guys went to the bar and brought back three drinks to our table. They said their girlfriends had commented several times about how sexy my ladies looked. We saw that the girls were coming back by then and I only had time to thank them for the compliment as they started back toward their table.
The two girls walked with Kim and Connie all the way to our table. I was seated between the girls and as they each stopped at their chairs the one with Connie said, "I only wish we had met before." Connie was standing at an angle toward me and I watched as the girl leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the mouth. Connie leaned back with a look of surprise, and then saw why. She was receiving a 'French Kiss' from the girl! Her mouth was becoming all wet and shiny and I almost stopped them, but, then I saw Connie's hand come up to the girls hips and pull her closer as she slid one of her legs against the girls crotch.
My eyes were riveted on the scene as I watched Connie's hand slip between their stomachs and under the elastic waistband of the girl's skintight pants. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing as I watched Connie's hand slide farther down under the tight fabric until half her forearm was buried in the girls slacks. Her arm stopped with only half her forearm exposed suggesting that her fingers had found their mark. As quickly her arm stopped the girl pushed her hips forward trapping Connie's hand between their thighs. Connie's kiss trailed from the girl's lips to her ear and down her neck where she paused and turned her face to look squarely into my eyes as the girl hunched her hand!