I would like to thank 'freaknut' for her help in writing this entire story. She gave me direction where I had none, and inspiration where I needed it.
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We heard the party before we got there: the murmur of conversation and the hint of music as it spilled out into the warm, spring-time air. I held Adrienne's hand, a little bit nervous about this night. Kat and I still hadn't verbally acknowledged anything.
The Mills' house was on the corner of the street. There were a number of couples sitting out on the front porch, but it seemed like most of the crowd was around back.
We found Jamie at the grill, a white apron on, flipping steaks and burgers. "Hey, you two! Glad you could make it!" The big guy was all smiles. "Simon, you can put the beer in our beer fridge. It's just inside the patio doors."
I thanked him and made my way inside. I was surprised at how young most of the people here were. I thought that at 28, Adrienne and I were going to be one of the youngest couples here -- besides Jamie and Kat, who couldn't have been much older. Instead, it seemed that most of the couples here were either in their late twenties or early thirties.
I put my beer in an already packed fridge, noting the eclectic assortment of ales and lagers. Shutting the door, I jumped when I saw Kat standing behind it.
The blonde smiled at me and took a sip of her dark amber. She said, "I think that you and I need to talk."
Without another word, she turned and walked away, heading deeper into the house. She was wearing a pair of red Capri’s, tight over her ass and loose over her legs. I noted the lack of panty lines, and the way her black cotton blouse complimented those red trousers. I followed her until we got to the stairs that lead up.
As she ascended, I stopped. I couldn't help feeling like a clandestine lover, sneaking away for a private tryst. She turned and motioned for me to follow. When I shook my head, she laughed and said, "Oh, I'm not going to bite. But I also don't want anyone overhearing us."
I followed reluctantly. The room she led me to was not a bedroom, which I had almost convinced myself it would be, but a sitting room with a little television in the corner. "Our second den," she said, taking a seat on the couch.
I sat down in the love seat, resting my hands on my knees and looking at her.
At first, she said nothing. She just studied me, her face a mix of amusement and contemplation. She took another sip of her beer and suddenly, my hands felt very empty.
"Want a sip?" she offered, reading my mind.
I politely shook my head.
She sighed, looked at her hands, then looked back at me. "Your license said you lived in San Francisco."
I felt my blush in the tops of my ears. Here it was. That conversation we had to have. "I... moved," I said stupidly. I didn't know what else to say.
She laughed and said, "Well, obviously."
"You always that friendly with speeders?" I blurted out. I knew immediately that it was the wrong thing to say, but she actually smiled and laughed again.
"You probably want me to say 'yes.'" She shook her head. "But no, that was a first for me, just as I'm sure it was a first for you." The wink she gave me was the first indication that maybe she was a little drunk.
I nodded in agreement, and wished again that I had a beer in my hand. I didn't want to be sober for this conversation, and I was starting to get the impression that Kat wasn't.
"Look... Jamie had been gone for nearly a month and a half. I was... horny..." She rolled her eyes to the ceiling girlishly, then looked back at me. "You were good looking. I thought you were from out of town. And no one ever drives down that road." She shrugged. "It was pretty fucking exciting for me. And for what it's worth, you were great." She laughed at my embarrassment.
"So... does Jamie know?"
"Oh, God no. Are you kidding?"
"I just... you seem to be taking all this pretty well. That's all."
"You going to tell your pretty little wife?"
I shook my head. "I don't think that would be a good idea, either. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened."
