Befriending Becca Ch 01

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is the first installment of a three-part series. Later installments may contain light anal play and group sex. Enjoy!

***

"You must be Becca."

Becca's at a momentary loss for words. Who is this mystery woman and why does she know Becca's name?

"Yes, I'm Becca."

"I'm Katie," the woman says. "I live across the street."

"Of course! Dr. Goldstein said you'd be dropping by. Come on in."

Katie steps inside and Becca sneaks a quick glance at her firm thighs and ass.

Damn.

Dr. Goldstein should've warned Becca.

"Do you have any questions?" Katie asks. "I know the security system can be a little tricky."

"It's the TV remote that has me flummoxed."

"No worries," Katie says. "There's a trick to it. I'll show you."

They go into the living room. Katie walks her through the process of activating the entertainment system. "It's not the first time I've had to help one of Dr. Goldstein's house sitters with this."

Becca nods, studying Katie. She guesses Katie's in her forties. Older by a few years than Becca's past lovers, but so what? Katie's the epitome of mature hotness. Fair skin and long strawberry blonde hair currently in a ponytail. A pretty face highlighted by bright blue eyes.

And what a body! Slender but not skinny. Athletic with medium-sized breasts and toned limbs.

Jeez. Is she really lusting after the lady across the street? A woman likely twenty years her senior.

Down, girl.

Becca's only been broken up a couple of weeks and her mind's been a one-track record: Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.

"Got it?" Katie asks.

"I do. Thanks. It would've taken me hours to figure out. It's as if the process is deliberately labyrinthine."

Labyrinthine? Really?

Becca winces. Why must she always pick the most complicated word possible?

Katie smiles. "

Labyrinthine

indeed. And what a

loquacious

way to phrase it."

Here is a kindred spirit! "Indeed it is. I just made some lemonade. Would you like a glass?"

"I'd love one."

They go into the kitchen. Becca pours out the lemonade and they sit at the vast granite island in the center.

"How do you know Dr. Goldstein?" Katie asks.

"My dad's his second cousin," Becca says

Katie nods. "Dr. Goldstein mentioned you were a medical student."

Becca sips her lemonade. "About to be. Classes start in three weeks."

"You must be excited."

"Yeah," Becca says. "Nervous, too."

"I bet."

"I figured I'd house sit for Dr. Goldstein while he's in France," Becca says. "You know, my last chance for some down time before the grind starts. Nothing to do but take care of the koi pond."

"Ah, yes!" Katie gives Becca a charming smirk. "The beloved koi pond. I take it he made sure you read the binder? Did he quiz you?"

Becca laughs. "You know it! I just earned a bio degree, but I think he'd prefer someone with a Master's in ichthyology."

"A PhD. He'd prefer a PhD."

They chat further. Becca learns Katie is married--drat!--and her

husband

--double drat!--is an engineer. They have two preteen kids who are with their grandparents in Maine for the rest of the summer.

"I teach English at the university," Katie says. "So I'm around all day for the duration of your housesitting if you need anything."

"English?" Becca says. "That explains the

variegation

of your vocabulary."

Katie smiles. "I prefer to think of my vocabulary as

multitudinal.

"

"How about

palatial

?" Becca asks. "Or maybe

multifarious.

"

Katie shrugs. "

Heterogeneous.

"

"Well-played."

They laugh. Becca can't take her eyes off Katie. She's fascinating, and not just for nerding-out on big words as much as Becca. She's as appealing a person as Becca's met in some time. And what a smile.

Katie stands. "If there's anything I can do for you I'm right across the street. Anything."

Anything? Hmm.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

Becca walks her to the door. She watches Katie cross the street to her house. Her workout pants showcase her legs and ass nicely.

Becca sighs. Katie has to be married, doesn't she? Why couldn't she just be the bi-curious MILF living across the street? The kind into younger chicks.

Being married doesn't rule out her being into girls, though. She could be bi and have a husband who's cool with her banging a younger chick on the side. Or, better yet, a husband who's hot and down for whatever.

Becca shakes her head.

Anything is possible, sure, but what are the chances?

***

Katie settles in next to Alex. He wraps his arm over her shoulders. They lay back, catching their breath.

"You were rather vocal towards the end there," Alex says.

Katie shrugs. She was extra loud, wasn't she?

"One of the best things about the kids being away is not worrying about being heard fucking."

"True words."

"I got to meet Dr. Goldstein 's house sitter this afternoon," Katie says.

Alex kisses the top of her head. "Yeah? What's she like?"

"She's nice," Katie says. 'I like her."

"As in

like

her?" Alex's tone is playful.

"She's adorable. Also way too young, for

either

of us. She's twenty-two or twenty-three. I'm old enough to be her mom."

"A fact which, I don't need to point out, makes the idea hot as fuck," he says.

"Maybe, but it's a moot point."

"You never know," Alex says.

"Yes, I'm sure she's into chicks in their forties when a girl like her could have anyone she wants."

"Need I remind you you're a hot mom who could also have anyone she wants."

Katie lifts her head and kisses him. "You're sweet."

"I'm gonna have another glass of wine. You?"

"I think we both know the answer to that question," she says. "I'm gonna hose off. Feel free to join me."

Alex's eyes brighten. "I might do that."

Might? As if there's any doubt.

Alex slips out of bed and heads downstairs. He doesn't bother getting dressed.

Katie goes into the master bathroom and turns on the shower. She pauses, checking herself out in the mirror. Thrusting out her hip. Breathing in and studying her tits.

All in all, there ain't much cause for complaint. A trim, fit figure. Tits which sag a little more than they once did, of course, but so what?

Forty-six, huh? Not too bad.

She turns to the window, pushing down one of the slats on the blinds. Dr. Goldstein's house is dark except for the flickering light of a television in the living room.

That beautiful girl, all alone in such a big house. Is Becca lonely tonight, or does she enjoy the solitude?

Katie redoes her ponytail and steps under the steaming jets of hot water, letting them wash over her shoulders. Closing her eyes and soaping herself up. Picturing Becca and her endearing, goofy smile.

What an intriguing girl. A marvelous curvy figure. And such a pretty face. Especially those full lips. And those tits! Epic poems could be written in homage to them.

Katie rubs her clit.

Alex returns, a glass of chablis in each hand.

She gives him a smile, eying him. Look at that chiseled build. How is he on the verge of fifty? The touch of gray on his chin gives it away, though.

He hands her a glass. She steps out from under the water, takes a sip, and hands it back.

She glances at his crotch. "Looks like you're ready for more than a shower."

He smiles, placing the glasses on the shelf behind him. "What can I say? The wonders of modern medicine."

She giggles. He doesn't

need

the assistance. But when he does take one of those pills, he's as easily and repeatedly aroused as any eighteen year-old.

Alex steps into the shower with her. They kiss, tongues dueling. Arms around one another, pulling each other tight.

Katie picks up the soap. "Allow me."

"Go right ahead."

Katie soaps him up, enjoying the feel of his arms and chest as the hot water crashes over them. She feels a familiar warmth in her pussy.

Damn. She's been horny since this afternoon, hasn't she? And still not satisfied, it seems. She can guess why.

"What's the smile for?" Alex asks.

"Do you really want to know?"

"You know I do," Alex says.

"I was thinking about Becca."

He grins. "Okay, that's hot. And I haven't even met this girl yet."

Katie kisses Alex deep. "Wait till you do. Now turn around."

Alex does as he's told. "Tell me about her. What does she look like?"

Katie runs the soap bar over his shoulders and down his back. "Let's see. She's shorter than average and curvy in all the right places. Plump ass and huge tits."

"Huge?" Alex asks

"Yup."

That sure sparked his interest, didn't it? Katie knew it would.

Alex is like most men in that regard, Katie supposes. He appreciates a range of body types. From plump girls like Becca--

zaftig

might be the fancy word Katie would use, or maybe the more vivid

rubenesque

--to slender women.

"Go on," Alex says.

"Let's see. She has a roundish face. Dark brown eyes and eyebrows. She wears glasses. Her face would look incomplete without them."

"Interesting."

Katie soaps up his ass cheeks. Decades of daily bike rides have sure kept them firm. "Her hair's the same dark, mahogany brown as her eyes. Thick and lustrous and parted down the middle. Falling halfway down her back."

Katie puts the soap back on its shelf.

"Then there's her mouth," she says. "She's got such expressive, plump lips. Alabaster white skin, too, like she never ventures into the sun."

"Sounds like she made quite the impression on you," he says.

Katie turns him around, the water rinsing the soap off. She grabs his cock, stroking it a few times. It swells at her touch, rock-hard in moments.

They kiss, tongues entwined amidst the intensifying steam of the shower. Pressing into each other's bodies. Naked flesh against naked flesh.

Katie withdraws, meeting his gaze. "I'm still horny as fuck."

"I--"

Katie places her index finger upon his lips, shaking her head. "Not another word. Just fuck me."

She turns around, leaning over. Bracing her hands on the shower wall. She thrusts her ass upwards.

Alex fingers her, getting her all warmed-up. Then he slides his cock inside her, starting off slow. Long, deep thrusts. Pleasurable for the moment, but not nearly enough.

He keeps his pace steady. Driving her nuts.

"Give it to me already!" Katie moans.

He speeds up, fucking her hard.

At last!

"Yes, yes, yes," she moans.

He places his hands on her hips, pounding away. Penetrating her depths. Hot water cascading over them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kate slaps the wall of the shower, coming hard.

Her cries subside. He slows up, thrusting into her gently.

"Your turn," she says.

He pulls out of her and she turns around. She gives him a wicked smirk, dropping to her knees. She jerks his cock steadily, kissing the tip. Flicking her tongue over it, back and forth. Sucking on his glans. Taking the rest of him into her mouth, every last inch as hot water pours over them.

"Fuck," Alex moans.

She speeds up, sucking him faster. Jerking the base with one hand and ticking his balls with the other. Letting him thrust into her mouth in time to her sucking.

Katie keeps at it, minute following minute. Until the shower is a haze of thick steam and his cock is throbbing in her mouth as he comes. Katie swallows every drop.

She stands, grinning. "I do miss the kids. But there's certainly an upside to them being away."

***

Becca finishes her drink. Wine reminds her of Lisa. How could it not? Lisa the wine aficionado. The

oenophile

.

Lisa who is no longer

her

Lisa. Just like Garrett before that. Lovers drifting in and out of her life. The center of her universe for a time, then gone.

Becca pours herself another. Why not? She

is

on vacation. Even if the glamorous destination is Dr. Goldstein's cavernous mansion.

One night in, and the solitude already hits. This is going to be a tough few weeks, isn't it? Filling the hours with naught but koi for company.

There's Katie, at least. She seemed to like Becca, too. Maybe not in the way Becca would prefer, but that's okay. Life can't be the ongoing sex-crazed romp Becca wishes.

Still, it's fun to think about.

There's also the man on the bicycle. The one pulling out of Katie's driveway this afternoon. One of those handsome dads who obsess over fitness and it shows. Katie's husband, Becca's sure.

Lucky Katie.

Becca puts her glass aside and lays back. She pulls down her pajama bottoms and rubs her clit. She imagines her and Katie lying naked on their backs. Heads turned towards each other kissing. Yeah. Lots of tongue.

"Fuck," Becca moans.

Katie's husband is there, standing at the edge of the bed. Fucking each of them in turn. Banging Katie for however long it takes to make her come. Switching to Becca and doing the same. Then back to Katie. On and on, orgasm after orgasm for both ladies.

Becca fingers herself with one hand as she pictures the scene, rubbing her clit with the other. Her excitement rises until she comes for real. Waves of ecstasy course through her. Relief and satisfaction follow.

Becca sighs. If only life could be a little more like that. Maybe it is for some people. Just not Becca.

That's something she needs to change.

***

Katie finishes her morning run, slowing down to a walk when she reaches Osprey Lane. She waves to her neighbor Rose driving by in her corvette. Off to another adventure, no doubt.

Becca's at the bottom of the driveway bringing in Dr. Goldstein's mail.

They greet each other. Small talk ensues. The weather, Katie's run, Becca's trip to the store.

Katie's gaze keeps returning to Becca's full breasts. What would it be like to squeeze them? Or to suck on them, going back and forth between her nipples?

Katie forces herself to look at Becca's face instead. What pretty eyes. Such kissable lips.

"What's on your agenda for the rest of the day?" Katie asks.

"Besides attending to the koi pond? Nothing."

Katie goes for it. "How about I take you to lunch? I know the perfect place around the corner."

Becca smiles, nodding. "Sure. I'd like that."

"Then it's a date!" Katie says. "Gimme an hour to hose off and get dressed."

Katie hurries inside, stripping off her workout wear. She leaves it on the floor and hops in the shower.

She changes into a buttoned-down blue blouse and a white skirt. She does her makeup and glances at the time.

She pauses, shaking her head. What's she doing? Going to all this effort for some way-too-young girl she barely knows? Calm down.

"It's lunch. Just lunch."

***

Olive's Cafe is right around the corner. Becca likes it. Lots of bright, eclectic art is on the walls and their waitress has bright pink hair.

"I dig the vibe here," Becca says.

"Wait till you try the food," Katie says.

Becca resists staring, but it's tough. Everything about Katie is just so damn pretty. Her eyes, her smile, her hair. The way her blouse shows off her fit frame and those oh-so-lovely tits.

Becca sighs. What a futile crush. Completely pointless. "Do you walk every day at the reservoir?"

"When I can." Katie sips her iced tea. "I believe in taking full advantage of these summer days. I like my down time."

"I'm the opposite," Becca says. "I'm going nuts for lack of something to do. Taking care of a koi pond isn't as time-consuming as most people believe."

"Alex is the same way," Katie says. "He always has to be doing

something

. Give him a week off, he'll start a project. Even on vacation, there's no laying on the beach for him. It's activity after activity."

Becca laughs. "Yup, sounds like me. Last night I made a list of things I want to see or do over the next three weeks. Something new every day."

"Trying new things is good," Katie says.

Their eyes meet. "I agree."

Their sandwiches arrive.

Becca's face lights up. "Two things I love are bacon and avocado. My parents are

vociferously

secular Jews. There was zero religion in my upbringing, but lots of bacon. And

everything

is better with bacon."

"Alex says the exact same thing," Katie says. "If you looked at all alike, I'd say you were his female clone."

Becca smiles slyly. "I guess you could say I'd be his

doppelgänger

?"

Katie doesn't miss a beat. "

Verifiably

truer words have never been

intoned

."

They laugh.

"We're such geeks," Becca says.

"We are. And what are some of the activities you've planned to keep yourself busy?"

"I'd like to go on a few bike rides. But the brakes don't work on Dr. Goldstein 's bike."

"I'll send Alex over to fix them," Katie says.

"Awesome."

Becca takes a bite of her sandwich, washing it down with iced tea. Glancing at Katie and working up her courage.

Screw it. Just go for it.

"I'd also like to walk around the reservoir," Becca says.

"You can join me anytime you like," Katie says.

Yes!

"Are you sure? I wouldn't--"

"Of course I'm sure! We can even make it a daily thing."

Even better.

"I'd like that."

Katie smiles. "Then there it is. A daily

peripatetic

date."

Becca smirks.

Date, huh? I'd prefer an assignation.

"It'll be fun to get to know you better," Katie says.

"It sure will."

Images race through Becca's head. Becca and Katie naked together. Katie's tits in Becca's face. Katie fingering and licking Becca to orgasm. Becca burying her face between Katie's thighs and lapping away at her hot mom pussy.

As if.

A familiar warmth rises between Becca's legs. Thank goodness she remembered to pack her vibrator.

***

"The main trail goes all the way around the reservoir," Katie says. "Five miles."

Becca looks across the water. She smiles and it's adorable. Lighting up Katie's heart. "This is a really cool place. You're lucky to live down the road from it."

"I'm glad you like it," Katie says.

"I should get out and walk more. I don't know how much time I'll have for that at school. I don't really recall how walkable that part of Chicago is."

"Why'd you choose to go there for school?" Katie asks.

"I was going to attend medical school locally but my plans kinda changed." Becca's tone is sad. "Abruptly, you might say."

"I didn't bring up a

melancholy

matter, did I?"

Becca shrugs. "I broke up with my girlfriend Lisa last month."

Girlfriend? How interesting.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," Becca days. "I've dated both boys and girls."

Katie responds without thinking. "So have I."

Becca's trademark goofy grin appears. "Really?"

Katie nods.

"I knew you'd be a good person to confide in," Becca says. "Does, um, does your husband know?"

"I told Alex on our second or third date. He doesn't mind. Quite the contrary."

Becca raises an eyebrow.

How much to reveal? On the one hand, Katie barely knows this girl. Then again, if Becca's openly bisexual, how close-minded could she be? "Alex is fine with me indulging that side of myself."

Becca's grin widens. "How fine?"

"I fool around with women when I like," Katie says. "With his approval."

"You're living the dream! The best of both worlds!"

Katie laughs. "I suppose I am."

"That's so cool," Becca says. "I have so many questions, though."

"Ask away," Katie says.

"Are you sure? I don't want to get too personal."

Too late.

"Ask me whatever you like."

"Okay. So, your marriage is open?"

"I guess you could say that. We prefer to call it 'not closed,' though."

Becca nods. "Does Alex have other lovers?"

"I wouldn't object if he did. But so far he's only fooled around with me and another woman at the same time."