The woman was sitting back on his bed, and he had his knees pressed against hers. As I watched, he bent over her and pushed her silky red dress up along her thigh, exposing her panties. Craning my neck, I could see that they were very small, a narrow strip of sheer black fabric. Luke stroked the front of them, and when he did her hips moved on the bed, rocking and lifting under his touch.
My pussy ached to be stroked that way. My pulse was racing. Would he strip? Would I see him naked, as I longed to do?
He spoke to her in a low voice. I couldn’t hear what he said. Then he straightened up and she also moved, into an upright sitting position. The light was obscured and before I knew what was happening the door opened wide and Luke’s shape filled the frame, a dark silhouette against the light behind him.
My hand went to my throat, but there was no time to try to escape.
“Well, hello,” he said. He didn’t sound surprised. Did he know I’d been there, watching?
“I was at the cinema, just got back.” I could hear my own breathlessness. The light was behind him, but I could see that his fly was open, the belt on his jeans dangling suggestively down his thigh.
“I knew you were out here, Karen,” he said more quietly. “I heard you come in. I was waiting for you to get back.”
I stared at him in stunned silence. He knew I was here. He knew . . . he knew I wanted to go into his room and be with him, that was what he was insinuating. I could hear it in his tone. Did he know I’d already been in there, on his bed? I could feel my face growing hot.
He pushed the door wide open. The woman was sitting on the bed looking in my direction with a curious expression. Perhaps it mirrored my own. Even from here I could see she was pretty. She had jet black hair and a smile hovered around her ruby painted lips.
“Come in, join the party,” Luke said. The casual remark was powerfully suggestive. It went right through me, thrilling every ounce of me. He lifted his hand. He was holding a glass, and I heard ice chink as he shifted it from side to side invitingly. “You know you want to.”
I did want to. That’s the moment I addressed what was inside me, what I was becoming – a woman who could be proactive about her desires. I had a choice, but I knew what I wanted, and he’d invited me closer to it. I stepped past him and into the room, my entire skin racing.
Tension beaded up my spine when I heard him close the door. He stood at my back. I had to force myself to breathe, telling myself over and over to chill.
The woman sitting on the bed ran her fingers through her hair as she looked me over, her body moving in time with the music. “You’re even prettier than Luke said you were.”
She knew about me? That was when it hit home. He had planned this; he’d told her about me. Should I be annoyed? I looked at her more closely. She was maybe a couple of years older than me but she had an edge, a self-assured confidence I knew I didn’t have, but wanted.
She patted the bed beside her, and when I sat down, she lifted a tumbler from the floor and offered it to me.
Luke followed and stood close by, at the foot of the bed. When I glanced his way, I got an eyeful of bare chest and open fly. Just what I wanted. The only part I wasn’t sure about was the other woman.
“I’m Lisa,” she said. “I’m glad you came to play with us . . .”
She was flirting with me.
I didn’t think it was possible for my temperature to rise any more than it already had, but it did. Okay. We were going to “play”, and I didn’t think she was referring to a card game. She was looking at me as if she were deciding which item of my clothing to take off first. Luke, half undressed already, smiled down at us. I was getting the gist of the setup now. He wanted two women. As long as one of them was me, I figured I could roll with it.
But the way she was looking at me . . . that did weird things to me. She was very sexy. I found I wanted her to flirt with me some more. I swigged heavily from the glass. It was whiskey. The potent liquid washed over my tongue and, when I swallowed, the hit was just what I needed. “Thanks,” I said as I handed the glass back, and tried to look as relaxed as she did. Crossing my legs, I rested one hand on the surface of the bed.
Luke smiled down at me, approvingly. I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. Jesus, this was really happening. All I could think was: Thank god for the whiskey.
The woman, Lisa, sprawled easily on to the bed beside me. When she got settled she reached over and ran her hand down the length of my hair. I stared at her, and when she paused with her fingers close against my neck, I smiled. She moved lower, touching my breasts briefly through my T-shirt, before wrapping her arm around my waist and drawing me closer to her.
I rolled on to the bed next to her and she kissed me full on the mouth. I was stunned, and stiffened. I’d never kissed another woman before then. But then I melted, because she was all soft and yet full on, at the same time. I felt the urge to answer her, and I kissed her back.
Oh, how delicious that was. For a moment I almost forgot that Luke was there. Almost. When I looked back, he had a gleam in his eyes and the bulge at his groin was larger. Between my thighs I was aching with longing and with him looming over the pair of us I felt the urge to be wild, to explore. I pushed my hand into Lisa’s silky hair, and drew her in for another sweet kiss.
“Oh yeah, you’re delicious,” she said approvingly as we drew apart, pushing me over on to my back. She laughed gleefully, and it was infectious.
I bit my lip, but couldn’t contain a giggle.
“You’re really horny, aren’t you?” She pulled my T-shirt up over my breasts and off, as she asked the question, then squeezed my nipples through my bra.
“I don’t suppose there’s any point in denying it,” I responded, another laugh escaping my mouth when she shoved my bra to one side to tug on my nipple.
Before I knew what was happening, she had my sandals off, and my jeans undone. She wrenched them down my hips. Playfully, she lifted my panties and put her hand underneath them, touching my pussy. She watched my face for my reactions. My breath was captured in my chest. I glanced at Luke, who was looming close by. He looked as if he was about to pounce. I couldn’t predict what was going to happen next, and that thrilled me.
When I didn’t resist her, Lisa pulled the panties off of me as well. Luke looked me up and down. I lifted my arm and drew it over my face, closing my eyes, unable to watch him staring down at me when Lisa moved between my thighs.