Still, when I felt her hand atop my knee, I couldn’t help but clam up. I’d always been the shyer one of us, even though we’d gone to college together and had more than our fair share of crazy exploits.
But I’d never thought I’d ever have the courage to ask for the thing I really wanted. Not until the words tumbled from my lips...
“Stacey... Have you ever thought of joining Todd and I?”
Her hand was still on my knee, and it didn’t shift away. Not even at my words. Still, I held my breath as I waited, so nervous that the answer might be something I didn’t want to hear. Oh God, did I just ruin our friendship? Did I just jeopardize everything I had with my best friend, just for a chance that she’d join my fiancé and me in the bedroom?
I was so nervous that I barely noticed the fact that her fingers had worked their way up higher along my knee, playing against my thigh as she stared at me.
“I think about it a lot,” she admitted, breathily, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t! It took me a long few heartbeats before my eyes went to her, exploring those baby-blues of hers.
“Really?” I asked, and it was part hopeful, part surprised. I squirmed and found her hand had crawled higher upon my thigh.
“Yes,” she murmured, leaning in towards my ear.
I was dumbstruck.
“What about... Do you have anything for Valentine’s Day?” I asked gently, and she shook her head from side to side.
“Nothing I wouldn’t skip in a heartbeat to join you two.”
I had trouble believing it was all happening so easily. My best friend and I were often on the same wavelength, but this was uncanny. Even our deepest, darkest desires were shared? It was a bit much to wrap my head around.
"Then... maybe you'd be up for making it a very special day for Todd," I said sheepishly, but all the same I found my hand reaching out to rest atop hers on my thigh. "He's a great man, the best really—" I said unable to keep from gushing about him, even though I did my best not to make her jealous, usually. "Great enough to share," I added on, fluttering my lashes anxiously.
And Stacey’s grin really said it all. I mean, neither of us were going to get drunk on a couple of mimosas, but there was definitely that warmth in my heart and my tongue was a bit loosened.
“We could just do dinner first, see where it leads,” I offered, even though she already looked so into it. She was licking her lips, leaning in so close to me that I could smell her sweet perfume.
“It’s a date,” she agreed, and her fingers teased a bit higher on my bare, inner thighs, exciting the skin. Sure it was February and I was freezing, but what’s a little bit of discomfort to look good, right? And now I was so ecstatic that I’d skipped the tights.
I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and smile at her happily. I'd been so anxious about bringing that up with her I realized, and time was an issue too, since I had no real other idea how to make Valentine's special for Todd this year.
"I'm so glad Stacey," I said, and I leaned over, wrapping my arms about her so that our breasts pressed together in our embrace. Able to smell her delightful scent, I felt more intoxicated than I had from the drinks. "You're so special to me, I want to share everything with you."
And I truly meant it. Todd and I were something great, but Stacey and I were special too. Girlfriends of a different caliber, and seeing such a beautiful, smart, clever woman alone killed me. I'd share my man with her in a heartbeat just to make her happy.
It wasn’t just the sex, though I had to admit... I wanted her. I’d wanted her for a long time, and now that she’d agreed I was practically having to beg myself not to leap for joy.
Her ha
nd coiled along my back, feeling out the flesh there, and everything about the embrace seemed different. Unusual. New.
Exciting.
She purred in my ear, “Do you want it to be a surprise?”
I nodded, quickly. It would be perfect. Just perfect.
Todd arrived home with an enormous bundle of red roses in his hand, his immaculate business suit crisp and perfectly fitted. He was a professional man when it came to work, always looked the role of boss. The silvery-grey of his sports jacket contrasted the maroon of his tie, and the light blue of his shirt, yet it was the handsome, tall man that filled it out which really drew the eye.
Todd had a well-groomed beard and stylish blonde hair, his eyes were a curious mix of light sky blue and grey, and I often got lost staring into them. Especially when pinned beneath him.
My mind gets away from me so easily when it comes to Todd. He radiates masculinity, sex. Even though he's so calm, cool and in control.
Or maybe because of it.
Regardless, I knew I’d lucked out when I’d ran into him at the grocery store and struck up a conversation about the ripeness of some melons or something equally as trite. I’d never felt so lucky as the day that I met him.