by Casey Grant
Play Date
Lena awoke the baby sitter asleep on the couch. Ryan had gone to bed hours before. The TV droned quietly in the background.
Lena thanked and paid the babysitter, checking-in on her son, finding him sleeping soundly.
Lena went to her bedroom and threw off her coat. She looked at her naked self in the mirror still wearing her sneakers and laughed. Even in a pair of Keds she looked hot.
Lena took off the sneakers and fell into bed naked. She thought about the carnival of pleasure she had experienced. Looking back on it now in the quiet of her bedroom she was a little horrified that she went for any of it. Both a man and a woman had paid to have sex with her. And before that, Lena was charging men (and women) at least a hundred dollars a pop to pinch, grab or caress her butt. No matter how good the cause, it was debauchery and—dare she say it— prostitution. Even if it did qualify for an IRS charitable deduction.
But Lena couldn't help but be dragged back to the delicious thrill she felt when her neighbors' hands roamed her bottom. It was a bottom that she always knew was fetching, but being a married mom, Lena felt too modest to show it off until now.
And the thrill of Brett's feral body, the smell, the taste, the way he paid her to spank her, and the added benefit of fitting his massive meat into her mouth. The way he pushed it in, the way it felt stretching her mouth around a fire hose until she almost choked.
And LeAnn.
Lena was trying to forget that interlude, but how could she? Why should she? Those soft lips on Lena's own lips, on her face and on her neck, all merging with LeAnn's amazing ability to entrance a woman with her tongue.
All of it was too much for Lena to dismiss. If this was wrong, why was it heaven? And Lena had been paid! She was a girl so desirable that people were willing to pay to have a taste of her!
The sights, smells and touches came flooding back, Lena sliding her hand between her legs, grinding away, finding some way to satisfy the surging current that was building like a distant storm. She thought of Shane coming to her rescue in the parking lot, his mouth possessing her body while she was pushed against her car. The thrill of pleasuring him with her hand and the load of gratitude that covered it when she was done. Oh God.
She had never been so alive. The only thing missing now was Brett's cock —or Shane's cock— inside her. She'd accept either man's, but it was Shane's that she most wanted. Beautiful and confident Shane.
And Shane was unencumbered. Yes, the thought of fucking a married Brett gave her a thrill, it also gave her heartburn thinking about one day having to be confronted by Brett's wife at Fern Hollow Grocery or at the Fox and Hound.
Lena let out a moan as she came, this time by her own hand. The sweet sting turning into crescendos of pleasure. How many times had it been today?
Wait—it was only once. Not including now. How could that be? Lena had only come just once today? And that was with a girl. Lena needed more, she deserved more. And it was Shane's cock that was the last remaining punch on her ticket.
She lay back, her cramped hand resting on her belly, she fell into a deep sleep.
Water Sports
The street in front of Shane's house was lined with cars. A Panzer battalion of horror tore through Lena. In her all-consuming urge to be with Shane, Lena hadn't bothered to think that some of the attendees from Casino Night would be at Bobby's birthday party. Christ, there were only three thousand people in all of Plush Run, do the math you dummy.
There appeared to be at least fifty cars parked here. In the light of day, after all the euphoria and adrenalin had worn off, Lena wasn't quite as comfortable with her previous night's behavior. For a moment she thought of just dropping Ryan off and leaving. “Ryan honey, do you have Bobby's present?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, then run on up to the front door and ring the bell. Mommy will pick you up later.”
“No! You come with!”
“Come on, Ryan. You been here many times.”
“No. You take me.”
With the kids happily corralled away with Shane's kiddie party director, the parents were free to wander Shane's nicely landscaped pool area with drinks in hand. Shane was nowhere to be found. The party seemed more crowded than even the cars parked out front indicated. Most people were in pool attire but shouldn't have been. Lena was glad that she didn't just show up in her bikini. She was a wearing a tasteful sundress cover-up that would adequately broadcast her modesty to partygoers who might think otherwise of her.
“Well, hi Lena,” said Danielle's nice neighbor Tom Davis, clutching some dark colored drink. “That was quite a show you put on last night.”
“I'm glad I could help.”
“Those kids are playing soccer in Stockholm thanks to you,” said Tom.
“I don't think they'll get much out of it. And I thought it was Iceland?”
“I'd like to meet for lunch sometime,” said Tom. “I work over at the Escalade. Some great eateries are right there in there in the complex. It would best for you to meet me there because its right next to my office and I only have an hour for lunch.”
“Okay,” Lena said as she slipped away.
“Lena?” said a female voice from the side. Lena turned to the side and saw a pleasant looking woman who looked familiar.
“We met at a Christmas party a couple years back at the Tanners',” said the woman.
With that bit of context, Lena immediately recognized the woman's face. Gwen Crater. Brett's wife. “Oh. Hi, Gwen. It's good to see you,” said Lena maintaining her composure.
“I wanted to say that I am SO sorry for your loss,” said Grace. “To lose a spouse like that.”
Well, thanks to the efforts of your man-meat of a husband, I'm recovering nicely. “Thank you Gwen. Enough time has passed so that I've finally been able to get out and experience life again.”
“That's so good to hear,” said Gwen. I don't think I could ever bear to lose Brett.”
“That would be a lot to lose,” said Lena.
“I heard they raised a lot of money at the community center last night,” said Grace.
“They did,” said Lena. “I helped out a little.”
“Your son is on the soccer team isn't he?” said Grace.
“Yep, and he's going to Sweden or Iceland!”
“But don't you wonder...” said Grace. “Do they get anything out of it at that age?”
“It'll be a memory they can build on later,” said Lena.
“If you need any help, if you just want to talk, please call me, okay?” said Grace. “We should do lunch.”
“Yes! We should do lunch!” said Lena.
After dodging such a close bullet, Lena needed another gin and tonic. Shane's hired bartender was fast and she dropped a dollar into the tip jar as a reward.
“You better have a bikini under there.”
Lena turned around and was face-to-face with Shane. In the daylight he was even more gorgeous than during her rescue in the low light of the parking lot. “Shane...” Lena said, exhaling. He was in a collarless T-shirt and wearing bathing trunks that revealed sculpted calves that looked like they'd been dead-lifting Mini-Coopers. But his legs were muscular, not bulky, looking like they could run the thousand meter, or in the next instance, dance Peer Gynt.
“I want you to wait for me in the hot tub,” said Shane.
“Not with these people around,” said Lena.
“The hot tub is located right off my bedroom patio. Hidden away.”
“Oh,” said Lena, flushed. “Well...”
“I've got a fully stocked drink cart there as well.”
“Okay, then,” Lena smiled broadly, not caring how obvious she might be appearing to the other partygoers.
“I've got to finish up here,” said Shane, “I have to make sure the caterers get the food out on time and that the kids' wrangler is keeping the children entertained—then I'll be by.”
“Where is your bedroom?”
“Oh, that
's right. You've never seen my bedroom before. Well, that's going to change,” Shane said, smiling with a wide cock-sure grin that made Lena feel like her sundress was melting off of her. “When you walk back into the house, make an immediate left. Its the last door.”
With her second drink in hand, Lena walked down the hallway. At the end were two large double doors that opened into a massive master bedroom with high ceilings. Inside was heavy Tuscan furniture. Usually she usually hated that Tuscan crap, but his was Shane's Tuscan crap!
Shane's bedroom looked out on to its own patio area, cordoned off from the rest of the backyard by a semi-circle wall infused with block glass. In front of it was a recessed hot tub.
And in the hot tub was another woman.
“Danielle!” yelled Lena.
“Well, hey...” Danielle said lazily.
“What are you doing here? Your son doesn't play with Bobby!”
“Sure he does. How do you think Shane and I met? “We're just not here on the same days you are.”
“Another detail you kept from me,” said Lena.
“Oh, I know, its just one big conspiracy isn't it?”
“It's starting to look that way,” said Lena. “Why don't you just back off? You've already got all the boys at the college.”
“Maybe I will—for friendship's sake. But I might want something in return.”
“Like what?”
“Like, take off that dress.”
For the first time Lena noticed something different about Danielle's smile. If Lena had been more observant the previous evening she would have noticed it then as well. It had a tinge of hunger.
“Come on,” said Danielle. “I bet there is a cute suit under there. Don't be shy. I'm sure it covers more than what you had on last night.”
“I'm not so sure...”
“Really?” said Danielle, her green eyes going wide. “Then I must see.”
Lena blushed. “Its the only cute suit I have. Roger got it for me. I only wore it in the bedroom.”
“Well, well, now its mandatory,” said Danielle, taking another sip.
“To be honest, I was planning on only Shane seeing it.”
“Don't be such a tease! I'll leave you two alone if you want, but I want another peek at you. I didn't sleep at all last night, you know... thinking about you.”
“Danielle! What are you saying?”
“I can't just go back to just being friends.”
Lena took a big sip, downing half her drink. This second gin and tonic was starting to warm her insides and loosen everything they were propping up.
Or maybe that was Danielle?
Lena set down her drink. Locking eyes with Danielle, she reached around and unzipped the back of her sundress. Sliding the straps over each shoulder, Lena slid the sundress slid down to her waist revealing a tight blue floral bikini top that appeared to be vacuum-packed around her generous breasts.
“Yep, that looks like something a guy would buy for his wife,” Danielle said, smiling. “Did you know that your suit matches the dress?”
“No, I didn't,” said Lena, her eyes still locked on Danielle's. She slid her thumbs into each side of her dress, shifting her hips back and forth, the remainder of her dress now sliding over her hips and finally down her legs. She stood in front of Danielle in her bikini, her grateful friend taking her all in.
“Cute,” said Danielle, noticing that Lena's tiny bikini bottoms were as snug as the top. “You and I have done well having our babies. Minimal damage, I'd say.”
“I don't think I'd risk another,” said Lena, laughing nervously as she felt the full-force of her friend's determined gaze. “Too much a roll of the dice.”
“You watch,” said Danielle. “I'll go and have my second kid and will end up being a plus-size forever.”
“I don't think so, girlfriend,” said Lena.
“Come on in,” said Danielle, “The water's hot.”
Lena picked up her glass and walked over to the tub, still in her low heels. She kicked them off and stepped onto the top step. “OW! That IS hot.”
“It's great when you get in,” said Danielle. “Here...” Danielle climbed up out of the tub and sat on the ledge. “We'll go in together”.
Lena looked down at Danielle, now finally able to see her friend, unobscured by the foaming water. Her red-striped bikini was a series of strings and ties that looked precarious and barely covered a body that was working overtime to knock down all of Lena's barriers. Danielle looked up at Lena, her dark shoulder-length hair framing her face, her long brown legs dangling over the tub's edge, her foamy, olive skin and a tiny waist creating the focal point for it all. What had started last night was now complete—Lena was seeing her friend in a different light, alien but thrilling.
“Here, this will help,” said Danielle as she cupped water in her palm and splashed it onto Lena's legs. “You can see its not that hot.” Danielle splashed higher and higher up on Lena's legs, now cupping the water in her hands and pouring the hot pool water down her legs, dripping down her thighs in rivulets, over her knees and down her calves.
Feeling acclimated to the first step, with glass still in hand, Lena stepped down onto the second step, “Ow!”
“Oh come on...” said Danielle.
I thought you were going to walk back down into the tub with me?” said Lena.
“I will. I just want to enjoy the view a little bit.”
The two of them were now at eye level, Danielle still sitting on the edge of the tub. Their gazes locked, each smiling broadly at the other. If they had been more observant, they would notice that both their pupils were dilated.
They both took a sip of their now almost empty drinks.
“So I guess I am going to have to get a restraining order against you after all,” said Danielle.
“Maybe I should get one against you.”
“Don't do that,” said Danielle quietly, setting her drink down. She leaned forward and kissed Lena softly. Lena closed her eyes and when she opened them, Danielle's face was floating in front of her. Lena pursed her lips nervously, breathing hard.
“I need a refill,” Lena said abruptly.
“Get me one too,” said Danielle.
They both stepped out of the pool and walked over to the drink cart. “What are you having?” asked Lena.
“Other than you?” said Danielle.
“Other than me...” Lena said, shyly, averting her gaze.
“I'm going to stick to vodka tonics. Skye.”
Lena found a bottle of Skye vodka, “Is Cherry okay?” she asked.
Lena mixed the vodka tonic for Danielle and made a third gin and tonic for herself. She could feel the gin opening her up, throttling inhibitions and creating a euphoria that was coming up underneath and threatening to sweep her away.
Lena and Danielle faced each other, drinks in hand. Danielle reached out and put her hand on Lena's shoulder. “You never told me about what happened with LeAnn.”
“What do you want to know?” said Lena, haltingly.
“What did she get for her thousand dollars?” said Danielle.
“I don't kiss and tell,” said Lena.
“For a thousand dollars I'm guessing you did more than kiss.”
“Maybe.”
“That's amazing, Lena. That someone would find you so desirable that they would pay you a grand for thirty minutes of your company. There is not a call girl on the planet Earth that gets that rate. You should feel proud.”
“Well, remember, they weren't really paying me. It was for the soccer team. And Brett paid even more for me—fifteen hundred dollars.”
“You ARE proud of yourself, aren't you girlfriend? And you should be. But tell me about LeAnn,” said Danielle, sidling up to Lena, her free hand now sliding from Lena's shoulder down to the small of her back. Danielle pulled the taller Lena towards her, kissing her full on the mouth, her tongue sliding inside Lena's. The disorienting oddness of it all—a part of her friend was inside her mouth
— a friend of four years, whom she never viewed as anything other than a great companion. But the oddness was swept aside now by the gin and its feeling of rightness was the loudest thing in her head.
“How much would you pay for thirty minutes with me?” said Lena, pulling herself away from Danielle's mouth and kissing her neck right under her ear.
“You mean you'd charge me?” Danielle said, surprised.
“I might have to,” said Lena, her voice soft.
“I can't afford a thousand dollars,” said Danielle.
“With all that money you got from the settlement?” Lena said, sliding her one free hand around Danielle's thong bottom, cupping a bare ass cheek, surprised how perfectly its curve fit into her hand.
“I could maybe do five hundred,” said Danielle, now enjoying her turn to be breathless.
Lena pulled her head back and looked at Danielle, “Really?”, dropping out of character. “You'd really pay that for thirty minutes with me,” said Lena.
“If I had to, I would,” said Danielle, running her hand alongside Lena's face.
“But you don't have to,” said Lena, bending down and kissing the exposed part of Danielle's cleavage, a part of her drink spilling onto Danielle's arm. Lena licked the spilled gin and tonic off of Danielle's skin. She set down her drink, both her hands squeezing Danielle's firm breasts and pulling on Danielle's suit.
“No—” said Danielle, pulling away. “Tell me what you did with LeAnn first,” she said with a grin. “Then I'll let you.”
“Come here,” said Lena.
“I told you, not until,” said Danielle.
“Come here,” said Lena, resolutely.
Danielle walked back towards her, hips swaying in slow motion. Lena pulled Danielle down onto the chaise lounge, falling on top of her. “What would you like to know?” said Lena.
“Did you kiss LeAnn?” said Danielle.
“Yes.”
“Did she touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you go down on her?”
“No.”
“Did she go down on you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come?”
