I was at a loose end one hot afternoon and had gone for a drive. Idling my way through the mountains (hills, mountains, it's all a matter of perspective) it registered with me that I was passing near an old friend's place. I hadn't seen Kylie since she got married so I thought I'd just drop be and see if she was home. Kylie and I used to be good friends (friends only, not lovers) but had sort of drifted apart once she married, what with her moving and having other things to do.
By chance she was home and welcomed me in. She made us some coffee and we sat and talked for a while, discussing old times and flirting a little, just letting a little innuendo creep into what we were saying, both of us smirking about it.
Kylie was a very attractive young woman in her early twenties. She'd been quite attractive as a teenager and marriage and a couple of years had certainly not detracted from her looks. Enhanced them, if anything. Looking at her I could only wonder why I never had got around to seducing her. Maybe we'd just been friend-zoned for too long.
I'd just finished my coffee when her doorbell rang. Kylie answered and returned with a young woman of about her age. She was blonde and her fair looks were an excellent contrast to Kylie's dark beauty.
It turned out that the young lady was Miranda, from next door. She'd seen my car in Kylie's drive and just had to investigate. Some people are like that. I gathered that Miranda and her husband had moved in next door at about the same time that Kylie moved in and they became friends.
Miranda grabbed a cup of coffee and joined in the general chat, a chat that became a lot more general as Miranda was a stranger to me. A suspicious and not too bright stranger, it seemed to me.
"So, Andrew," she said, trying to draw me out, "just what are you doing here?"
"None of your business," was the correct answer but there again, who needs to be correct all the time.
"Oh, I was at a loose end and in the area so I thought I'd drop by, get a free cup of coffee, reminisce about old times, and seduce Kylie into a pleasant period in bed."
Kylie choked and nearly bit a piece out of her cup when I said that. Miranda, on the other hand, seemed to treat it as gospel.
"Oh. I see. Ah, you do know she's married?"
"Oh, yes. That's partly why I dropped past. A young married woman needs attention from other men every so often just to show her that she's still wildly attractive. The extra exercise doesn't do her any harm and she may learn a few new things about her sexuality. Good thing for all concerned."
Kylie was pinching herself to make sure she didn't have hysterics, struggling to keep a straight face. Miranda was frowning slightly.
"Yes, well I've never heard that before," she said. "You realise that you'll have to cancel your seduction now that I'm here?"
"Ah, why?" I asked.
"I just told you. I'm here. You can't seduce Kylie while I'm sitting here watching. It wouldn't be polite."
"That depends, surely. I mean, you might be a voyeur who likes watching other women get seduced. Alternatively, you might be an exhibitionist who would rather have me seduce you while Kylie watches."
"What? I'm not. I'm not either of those things."
"I didn't really think you were," I said, sounding serious. "My assessment of you is that you're probably a hedonist. The correct thing for me to do in this situation would be to seduce both of you."
Kylie made a very strange noise at that point and both Miranda and I looked at her.
"Ah, is there a problem, Kylie?" I politely asked.
