Brian shook his head. “They ticket in the lot here after two. What if we swap for the ride over?”
Janet and Jeff both grinned wickedly. “Perfect.”
*** Brian and Janet had headed for our car, arms around each other, as Jeff and I had moved in the opposite direction toward Jeff and Janet’s car. It was at that point, I now realized, that Dave must have seen Brian and Janet, obviously electrified with lust, as they got into the Suburban and took a moment to let their hands wander over each other’s body while the car warmed up. I hadn’t witnessed the two of them, but I assumed that Brian and Janet had behaved much as Jeff and I had, melting the fresh snow from the windows faster with the heat rising from our aroused bodies than the car’s heater could possibly have done, oblivious to anyone who might be watching.
In the car, Jeff kissed me warmly, gently at first, then with growing urgency, his tongue tasting mine as his hands ravenously explored over my clothed body, grasping at my breasts, finding my nipples, wandering to my increasingly moist panties. I swirled my tongue against his as I caressed his shoulders, then let my hand slide down his chest and belly, briefly stroking his cock through his pants before pulling back from his kiss.
“Should we go?” I breathed.
“Oh, yeah,” Jeff whispered with a final caress of my breasts. “Definitely.”
*** Brian and Janet arrived at Janet and Jeff’s house as Jeff and I were climbing the steps to the side door. We all entered the house demurely, now automatically careful to avoid any suggesting touching, in case any neighbors should be watching. We all understood the dangers of what we were doing, the way that gossip among more vanilla types could turn ugly, could make our lives difficult, even cost jobs and friends. Once inside, Jeff flipped on the lights in the living room while Janet uncorked a bottle of chardonnay.
“We can make cocktails too if you want,” she offered, half turning toward me, her bustier pressing hard against her breasts and accentuating her cleavage.
“Wine is great,” I said, “but you look a little uncomfortable.” I moved closer to her, and started massaging Janet’s shoulders, then slipped the pink cardigan from her shoulders. A light spray of freckles adorned the pale skin of each shoulder and the top of her back. I was about six inches taller than Janet, so I had to bend down to lift her thick red curls and kiss the nape of Janet’s neck. Janet shivered involuntarily and leaned her head back.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the guys were now seated on the couch, keenly watching the us. I turned slightly to ensure the their view as I unfastened Janet’s bustier and dropped it to the floor, revealing Janet’s firm, creamy breasts tipped by light caramel nipples. I spun Janet around to face me and, tilting her face up to mine, pressed my lips against Janet’s mouth. Janet tasted sweet, her lips soft and supple against mine. Janet, flicking her tongue into my mouth, slipped my sweater off my shoulders and massaged my large breasts, rubbing my nipples with her thumbs. My nipples grew more prominent, straining uncomfortably against my bra and lace top.