by Mia Moore
“We’ll both have a visit to the washroom, when we get there. Aren’t we a pair? You’d think we were going to a car derby instead of meeting a couple for sex.” He laughed and shook his head.
There it was. I could see the sign for the Crystal Palace just up ahead on the right. A shock of fright and excitement went through my gut, straight to my pussy. I took a deep breath and pulled into the parking lot. There were only a few cars there. I guess seven or rather seven thirty is early for any night life.
We got out and walked to the large wooden door. Gus held it for me and we stepped inside to dim lighting and cooler air. The long oak bar dominated the main area. A couple of older men sat there, while two couples played pool.
On the upper level, OH MY GOD! Maggie and Phil? What the hell were they doing there? Gus and I looked at each other, our jaws gaping.
“Quick. Over here. The washrooms.” He pulled me to the left, to an empty area beside the bar.
“What are they doing here? Was there anyone else near where they were sitting? What about Richard and Lola? How are we going to get together with them, if Maggie and Phil are here?”
“Look, let’s go wash our hands. We can’t just ignore them, although of all the times for them to go out for a drink.” Gus scowled and stepped away to go in the men’s room.
Chapter 11: Phil
It couldn’t be. The couple who came in and then disappeared? But it sure did look like Sophie and Gus. Hell, it HAD to be Sophie. Not many blond women are five feet eleven. Maggie hadn’t seen them. She was too busy checking her cell phone for more texts from Hank and Cindy.
Should I say anything? Well, if it IS Sophie and Gus, she’d know soon enough. Maybe they didn’t see us. Maybe they stopped in to use the washroom or something.
The door of the bar opened and a man and a woman entered. I nudged Maggie and nodded towards the door.
The guy was big, beefy looking in the light golf shirt. He towered over the blond at his side. She was kind of pretty with a pretty good figure. Her hair fell to her shoulders and she wore a short black dress. It could be them. She was dressed sexy enough.
Maggie’s hand flew to my knee and she squeezed it, hard. We couldn’t take our eyes off the couple, watching them cross by the pool tables and come up to the area where we were perched. They glanced at us as they walked by. She smiled and looked away but her hubby (Hank?) ogled Maggie for a few moments and then he gave me a little nod.
They took a seat a few tables over from us. From the corner of my eye, I saw her sit down while he motioned with a couple of fingers held aloft for the waitress’s attention.
I looked at Maggie and took a long swallow of my drink. The woman was okay. She seemed friendly enough and she was pretty. But what did Maggie think of him? He wasn’t exactly George Clooney but neither was he Woody Allen.
“Do you think that’s them?” Maggie leaned into me and whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know. Shit. Why didn’t we tell them what we’d be wearing? It would have made this easier.” I looked into my drink thinking fast, looking for a solution.
“I know. I’ll send a text message, tell them what we’re wearing and that it’s us.” Maggie started typing on her phone.
I stared at her and shook my head. “That’s kind of dumb. I mean…why not go over and just say hi? They’re ten feet away from us.”
She fluttered her fingers at me and muttered ‘shush’ before continuing with the text.
Chapter 12: Gus
I edged out of the bathroom and took a few steps to the bar, peering around it like I was on a stake-out or something. Yup. That was Maggie and Phil up there. There was another couple there as well. Richard and Lola?
A hand on my arm made me startle and turn. Sophie’s wide eyes stared into mine. The cell phone in her purse chirped the cricket sound and she fumbled for a few seconds getting it out. I stepped back and read over her shoulder.
WE’RE HERE. I’M WEARING A BLACK DRESS AND RICHARD’S IN A LIGHT GOLF SHIRT. WE’RE NEAR THE BACK OF THE BAR, ON THE UPPER LEVEL
Sophie’s face spun around to meet my eyes. “That’s where Maggie and Phil are too! Oh shit.”
The muscles in my neck were tight but there was also a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Look maybe we should cancel. We can send them a text and make it another time. I mean, I don’t care for my sake but it could be pretty embarrassing for you. Maggie and Phil aren’t stupid. They’ll figure this out.”
She frowned and looked back at the phone for a few moments. I felt her hand reach for mine and give it a squeeze. “No. We’ll say hello to Maggie and Phil, maybe have a drink with them but then we’ll join Richard and Lola. Maggie and Phil won’t guess. Richard and Lola could be friends of mine from work. Let’s go.”
With head high, she took a deep breath and strode across the room. In the blue dress, she was all legs, catching the eye of the guys that were playing pool with their girlfriends. I had to give Sophie credit, she had spunk.
As we walked up the few steps leading to the elevated area, I watched Maggie and Phil. Surprise didn’t even come close to the expression on their faces. They were totally flabbergasted, especially Maggie. And…guilty looking, smiling nervously, their eyes darting back and forth between each other.
I glanced at the other couple sitting nearby. She was wearing a black dress and giving me the eye. Her husband’s gaze was all over Sophie. Yeah, that had to be them.
Chapter 13: Maggie
“Sophie, Gus! What are you doing here?” It was not often that I’d seen Sophie in a dress. She looked different, really sexy. But if they were only going out for a drink, why hadn’t they gone somewhere closer to Maggie’s place? Why out here, on the outskirts of the city?
“We could ask you the same.” Gus’s eyes shifted from me to Phil and back again.
“We thought we’d get out of the house for a bit. It’s been a while since we went out for a drink together. Would you like to join us?” Phil rose to his feet, glanced over his shoulder at Hank and Cindy before holding the chair for Sophie.
Sophie smiled, her eyes also flitting to Hank and Cindy but she took a seat. “Maybe just a quick one. We’re meeting friends of mine… from work.”
Great. There was no chance we’ll be able to get together with the other couple now that Sophie and Gus would be hanging around the bar. Of all the inopportune times for this to happen.
At the loud bang behind me I turned. The guy at the next table (Hank?) leaned over close to his wife, his chin high and dark eyes glinting. Oh God. He looked so pissed off, his hand gripping the glass hard that he’d probably hit her if not for being in public
“I don’t give a shit if he IS your brother. He and his wife are assholes. We’re not going over there.” His voice was loud and menacing.
Oh shit. That couldn’t be Hank and Cindy, could it? Phil and Sophie had also turned to look at the other couple for a moment.
“Keep your voice down. It’ll just be for an hour or so.” His wife answered.
I picked my phone from the table and pushed the button lighting up the screen. There was no answer from my earlier text. Even if there was, I don’t think I wanted to meet up with the couple at the next table. From the tone of his voice, he wasn’t a happy camper.
Chapter 14: Sophie
The waitress appeared next to Gus and I watched him place an order for a couple of glasses of wine. Maggie and Phil didn’t seem any happier to see us than we’d been to see them. And that boor at the next table, almost shouting at his wife!
What the hell was with Maggie and her cell phone? She peered at it and then glanced at the table, almost like she was disappointed or something.
My eyes widened and I scooped my phone from out of my purse, holding it discreetly in my lap and lighting the screen. The last message from Lola…Black dress? I looked at Maggie. She had a black dress.
OH MY GOD! Was it possible? Maggie and Phil were Richard and Lola? I pictured the way they’d been acting earlier t
his afternoon and them not even bothering to come outside to entertain Gus and I? At the same time that we’d been sending text messages.
She was dressed sexy, just like me! For the first time, I let my gaze lower to her cleavage and breasts pushed high, threatening to pop right out of the dress. And Phil…He looked even better than normal in the light shirt against his tanned, angular face.
“Sounds like trouble back there.” I glanced at Gus but he had directed the remark to Phil.
My fingers flew on the keyboard of my phone.
“— LOLA?— ”
I typed and hit send. How long until that buzzed on Maggie’s phone. I smiled and took the glass of wine that the waitress handed to me.
Chapter 15: Phil
What a fucked up mess. That couple back there had no more interest for me than a flight to the moon. Even if it was Cindy and Hank. No, it’d be back to the drawing board for Maggie and me. Maybe we’d qualify any other couples more closely in the future.
I glanced to the side at Maggie when her phone buzzed and she scrambled to pick it from the table. Leaning over to see the screen, there was just one word ‘Lola?’ Maggie peered at me and then over my shoulder at the couple at the other table.
Oh my God. They were fighting and still trying to get together with us? Fat chance.
I glanced across the table at Sophie and Gus. Her hand covered her lips and her eyes were mere slits. She was laughing? My mouth fell open as her head fell back and a loud chortle filled the air. Even Gus, looked puzzled watching her.
“What’s so funny?” Gus turned in his chair and his hand fell onto her thigh.
After a few more moments of giggles and chuckles, she sniffed, trying to get control, even though her lips still twitched grinning. “Us! The four of us are funny.”
She erupted in more laughter and I glanced at Maggie. After all, she knew Sophie way better than I. What was up with her? But Maggie was as clueless as me, still glancing nervously over her shoulder at Hank and Cindy.
Finally, Sophie stopped. She sighed through upturned lips and picked up her glass of wine. “A toast. To Hank, Cindy, Lola and Richard.”
I leaned over the table, peering from Gus to Sophie. How the hell did they know?
Oh. My. God.
I grinned and raised my glass, turning to see comprehension dawn in Maggie’s eyes.
Chapter 16 Gus
“This is one for the books. I can’t believe what a clusterfuck this hook-up turned out to be.” I set my glass down and rubbed the silkiness of Sophie’s thigh.
“Yeah, I think clusterfuck’s a good term.” Phil sat back and placed his arm over the back of Maggie’s chair. He grinned at Sophie and me and I swear he was blushing.
“Does that mean what I hope it means?” Maggie smiled and took a sip out of her drink, her gaze flitting from Sophie to me.
Well the fact that it was Sophie and me obviously didn’t detract her. If anything, she was friendlier now. Hell, they’d wanted a threesome with me and Phil had said she fantasized about Sophie.
I turned to look at Sophie. How was she with the fact that Maggie and Phil wanted to be with us? The grin seemed to be plastered to her face as she looked at Maggie. “That was you in the sexy pics.” She shook her head slightly and reached across the table to touch her friend’s hand.
“Me? How about you?” Maggie edged closer, revealing a river of cleavage. “I meant what I said to Cindy. But now that I know it’s you…well, it makes it even more special.”
Phil and I locked eyes for a moment. We were both on the same page with this, a knowing smile shared between guys.
“I’ll get the tab and then let’s go to our place. We can continue this conversation and….whatever else, there.”
Chapter 17 Phil
I glanced in the rear view mirror about to turn into my driveway. Yes, they were right behind us.
“Can you believe this? I can’t believe it was Sophie and Gus all along!” That was the third time that Maggie had said it since we got in the car.
“I know. You’ll get to do your fantasy with your girlfriend. I can hardly wait.” I turned the car off and reached across to stroke her grinning lips.
A jolt of pleasure shot through my groin when her tongue darted out, licking the skin between my fingers. Oh yeah. She was giving me a little taste of what she’d do to Sophie.
Gus appeared at the passenger door and he opened it for Maggie, taking her hand to help her from the car.
Oh my. Sophie waited on my side. For a moment all I could see were her long legs and the swatch of blue cloth just above them. THIS was actually going to happen! I opened the door and took the hand she extended to me, walking up the walkway to the house. I could feel my cock getting hard at what lay just beyond our front door.
When we were inside she leaned into me and whispered. “I think I need another drink of wine. Liquid courage and all that. It’s my first time doing anything like this.”
She smiled and her chin lowered as she looked up into my eyes through thick eyelashes. Oh God. She looked innocent and wanton all at the same time. I could see why Gus was so taken with her.
I put my thumb under her chin and lifted her face to mine. Whether it was the arousal in my pants or just a mutual feeling of nerves, I kissed her softly. “Me too.”
“Hey! No fair! We’re hardly in the house and you’re already starting? Besides, I think the first kiss should have been mine.” Maggie inserted herself and took Sophie’s hand, leading her into the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and got the bottle of wine out and then reached into the cabinet for wine glasses.
As I poured, Gus nudged my arm and nodded behind him. I looked to see Maggie and Sophie standing close together, Maggie’s hand trailing along her friend’s cheek.
“I can’t believe the pics of you, Sophie. All I can think of is how hot you were, naked in those pics.”
When Maggie kissed Sophie my cock got hard so fast, it actually bumped against my tummy. Time stood still as I watched Sophie stoop, place her hands behind Maggie’s head, and turn her body into Maggie, deepening the kiss. The contrast between them was striking—Maggie, small, curvy and olive skinned to Sophie’s pale, willowy, ethereal beauty.
Their breath was fast and shallow when they broke the kiss, just the tips of their noses touching, looking into each other’s eyes. It was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen. The affection they shared as friends blossomed into desire and then became trembling passion. Maggie’s fingers slipped under the bottom of Sophie’s dress and tugged it higher, exposing high, perfect globes of flesh, underscored by the saucy curve underneath.
Gus flashed a glance at me, to catch my attention, again. “Why don’t we take this outside? It’s still light and maybe we could start with skinny dipping in the pool…let’s do it.”
I turned back to Maggie and Sophie, reluctant to miss a moment, only to see them smile and head out the door.
I scooped up the glasses and nodded to Gus. “Hey! Help me get the drinks will you?” He picked up the bottle and I stepped through the door and onto the patio walkway.
Ahead of me, next to the pool, Maggie was just slipping out of her dress. My step faltered for a moment, as my eyes took in Sophie—the blue dress becoming a memory when she tossed it to the side.
It was mesmerizing to watch them undress. Maggie slipped the bra off and then bent to slide the black panties over her hips. Sophie was almost naked as well, only white lace panties covered her
She glanced over at Gus and me, still holding the glasses and bottle in our hands. With a shy smile, she slid the panties off, and naked, climbed down the ladder into the pool. The cheeks of her ass were white, appearing more striking against the light tan of her long legs. When she lowered to the next step, the curve of her breast appeared under a lithe slender arm. The nipples were pale rose, the tips hard and erect. She stepped into the pool, the water up to her midriff and turned to reveal all of her chest below a face that only had eyes
for Maggie.
I set the glasses and wine on the table with a clatter, unable to tear my eyes from the beautiful women in front of me.
Maggie squatted down until her ass rested on the side of the pool and then she slipped silently in. She waded over and placed her hand on Sophie’s breast.
My blood thundered in my ears, cock so hard it almost hurt. I tore my golf shirt up and over my head, not caring where it landed. My sandals flew to the side and I reached for the button of my pants. Beside me, Gus took a long sip of wine, his eyes above the rim, focused on the pool.
Maggie and Sophie once again kissed, as their hands fondled each other’s breasts. I could see Maggie’s fingertips close on Sophie’s nipple, pulling and twisting it gently.
Finally my pants, along with my underpants fell to the ground and I stepped out, on my way to the pool. The heavy thickness of my cock, standing straight out bobbed and thudded against my stomach as I walked and I saw Sophie looking. Her hand lifted to rest next to Maggie’s head, finger pointing to me while she whispered something.
Maggie turned and now both women smiled, watching me sit and slip into the water. It felt cool at first, a welcome sensation to the fire in my groin and pulsing through my veins.
Maggie whispered something to Sophie and they smiled again.
My breath hitched in my throat watching Sophie come closer. Her eyes danced above high cheekbones and the closed lazy, smile on her lips sent a jolt of raw desire through my gut. She placed her arms on my shoulders, her face and body only inches away. Oh God when she leaned in and her mons brushed the tip of my cock, it was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing her hips and pulling her hard against me.
