“Um. Oh. Sweety, I guess.” I felt a little shock of panic as she deftly tapped out a reply, her delicate fingers flowing over the screen with practiced ease.
‘No worries Sweety. I’m just at home chilling on the couch. Hope you have a good rest, I’ll probably go to bed soon too.’
I relaxed as she hit send, a message that didn’t seem out of place. Her message sent, Tracy then snapped a few photos of herself with my phone, striking the classic social media poses and pulling some absurd faces that somehow looked incredible on her instead of silly. As she found the best angle to show off her cleavage without looking like she was trying to show off her cleavage, I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. I had been a little surprised that she had mentioned being cold in spite of what I thought was the warmth of my home.
“Don’t worry, they aren’t for her,” she said, adding her number to my phone before passing it back to me. She pulled my jacket over herself and smiled demurely at me, sitting a little further away from me.
I hardly noticed that Amy and Pete were shuffling and standing on the couch opposite us as Tracy settled back onto the couch, tucking her flawless legs under her as the hem of her dress slid further up her thighs. Again I was jolted out of my fantasies by Amy’s voice “Well, I’m bushed. Thanks for the drink, Pete has offered to give me a ride home. Do you want a lift Trace?”
“Um,” I hear Tracy saying as Amy collected her shoes and bag. “I think I’ll get a cab, I don’t think I can squeeze myself into the back of that car again tonight, and I haven’t finished my drink” she held up her nearly empty tumbler as evidence.
“Of course. Have a great night, I’ll see you tomorrow.” The twinkle in her eye and the fact that Pete had his hand clamped firmly on Amy’s shapely butt gave me a hint that it was more than a ride home that would be had tonight.
“Classic Ames,” Tracy laughed as the front door closed behind, “Always looking for something new. He dumped her a week ago and Pete’s already the second guy she’s ‘got a lift from’ this week”
I laughed with her. “That’s Pete too, he always finds someone to take home that’s way out of his league, and seems to have someone new every time we talk.”
Tracy laughed again, and shrugged off my jacket. “You know I wasn’t actually cold, right? I just wanted an excuse to be close to you.” She wiggled her way back against me until she was practically sitting in my lap. “And you smell good.”
She turned to face me, her mouth finding mine as she kissed me on the lips. She felt me pull back slightly at the realisation that a beautiful young woman was alone with me in the home I share with my wife, and that she wanted more than just to finish her drink.
“Um. I’ve never done anything like this before.” I managed to stammer, getting my mouth to respond to my brain and not to my libido with a great deal of effort.
“You’ve never cheated on your wife?” Tracy said, arching her eyebrow again in that way that sent blood pumping to my crotch. I shook my head no “I thought that’s what you were looking for,” she purred, her voice like pure silk “with no ring and inviting us over.” Her mouth moved close to mine again and I could feel her hot breath on my lips. “Do you want me to stop?” I felt her lips brush against mine as she formed the final word. My response was grabbing her tightly and kissing her passionately. I could feel her giggling as my hands ran up and down her back, the satin of her dress smooth and cool over the trembling warmth of her skin. After one of the most blissful kisses of my life, she leaned back and said “That’s what I thought,” in a breathless voice.