“I just don’t know about this,” Tracy said. “I think I’m not down with this.”
“It’s okay,” I shrugged. “No pressure. If we just hang out, we just hang out.”
Tracy took a long gulp of her cocktail. Brian put his arm around her, pulling her close.
“I mean, I am curious,” Tracy said, “but it just seems weird and wrong. What if it messes everything up?”
“No problem,” I said. “Nothing needs to happen. If it does, it won’t mess up our friendship, that’s for sure. And I feel sure it wouldn’t mess up your marriage.”
“Absolutely,” Dave confirmed, stroking Tracy’s sleek hair. “Honey, I’m with you for life. No matter what.”
“I guess,” Tracy said.
“But you know, nothing needs to happen. So we all have a night without the kids. That doesn’t mean there’s any pressure.”
“Can I have another?” Tracy asked, raising her glass.
“You sure?” Brian asked, surprised at the speed with which she’d emptied her glass. Tracy usually nursed a drink for an hour or more. Tracy nodded, so he took her glass to the kitchen and returned with a refill.
“We can just have a good time talking,” I said soothingly. “Want to play some cards or something?”
Tracy sampled her drink, then looked at me. “Actually, I’d like to see what it’s like to kiss you. Just kissing, nothing else. But I’m curious.”
I nodded and smiled. I moved over toward the couch, and Dave leaned slightly away from Tracy to make room for me. I sat down on the edge of the couch and looked into Tracy’s dark eyes, lifting one hand to stroke her satin cheek.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Tracy nodded.
I took Tracy’s face in both my hands. Tracy was so beautiful, so exotic. Her lips were soft and vulnerable looking, and I was gentle as I leaned in and brushed my lips against Tracy’s, barely touching them at first, then bringing my lips to rest on them, moving slightly. I was surprised to feel Tracy’s tongue flick against my lips, and in answer I slipped my own tongue slightly inside Tracy’s mouth, just far enough to trace the circle of the inside of her lips. Tracy’s tongue met mine, and we began to kiss more deeply, our tongues circling each other, exploring, as Tracy’s hand moved to my shoulder and worked its way up the back of my neck.
I adjusted my position slightly, moving closer to Tracy, making myself more comfortable. Tracy was kissing more and more passionately, pulling me close to her, and her hands wandered down my back. I brought my own hands to Tracy’s shoulders, not wanting to push beyond her limits but now becoming desperately aroused. I broke our kiss.
“Can I touch your boobs?” I whispered, and Tracy nodded, eyes almost closed. I returned my mouth to Tracy’s, twirling my tongue around hers, and let my hands glide down to Tracy’s tits, so perky and firm under her sweater. I rubbed them gently, then moved my hands underneath Tracy’s sweater to discover that Tracy wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were naked and hard, vulnerable to my soft hands. I fondled a nipple with the tip of my index finger and felt Tracy shiver as I started to trace slowly around her areola, then returned to the erect nipple to gently nudge it around in a tiny circle.