I answered for both of us. “Sounds great, thank you.”
“OK, coming right up. Can you give me a minute to go upstairs and change first?”
“For sure, take your time,” said Kristen.
“Thanks. Have a seat wherever you like.” Heidi disappeared up the stairs and we sat next to each other on the sofa. Being in Heidi’s home suddenly made this feel very real. We looked at each other. I’m sure that neither of us wanted to admit to any apprehension. I noticed that my erection had faded – probably a result of nerves, but I was thankful for it.
We sat, (im)patiently waiting while looking around aimlessly. Heidi’s home was modest but attractively-decorated, with a warm and inviting feel. We made mindless small talk about the decor while we waited. “I like that painting.” “That light fixture is cool”. Etcetera.
Finally, we heard Heidi coming down the stairs. “Let me get on that wine,” she said. We could hear her moving around in the kitchen.
Kristen leaned in and whispered “are we really doing this?”
I definitely wanted to see where the night took us but didn’t want to seem overeager. I deflected her question. “How are you feeling?” I replied.
She nodded her head. “Yeah. Good. Kinda nervous, but mostly excited.”
“Ditto.” I gave her arm a little squeeze and she smiled. Maybe Heidi could hear that we were whispering, maybe she thought our apparent silence was suspicious. “You two lovebirds OK in there?” she called.
“All good,” said Kristen.
“Good. Drinks are served!” She appeared, carrying three glasses of wine on a little tray and served them to us. Heidi was now wearing a plain white t-shirt and some jogging shorts. As she moved, it became apparent that she was not wearing a bra beneath her shirt. I wondered if she was naked beneath her shorts as well.
Kristen and I did that thing awkward where you take a sip when you don’t quite know what to say. Heidi sat in the chair that sat perpendicular to the sofa. “Well, welcome to my home,” she said.
“It’s really nice,” I said. “You live here by yourself?”
Heidi nodded as she took a sip. “I do. Jamie stays over sometimes, but other than that it’s just little ol’ me.”
“Jamie is her boyfriend,” explained Kristen.
Ah, yes – the boyfriend of the aforementioned ‘big loads’. I was kind of wondering about that. “Yeah, Kristen told me you were talking about him,” I said
Heidi knew what I was hinting at. “Don’t worry, he’s not around tonight. We’re pretty chill about things, anyhow. We’re good.”
“Things?” asked Kristen. I looked over at her. She had a smirk on her face. I knew that look – she used it when she was trying to stir things up.
Heidi laughed. “Things, babygirl. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Why don’t you tell us?”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
This little cat-and-mouse thing was sexy. I was happy to sit by and observe – at least for now. “I would,” replied Kristen.
“Well, for starters, he doesn’t mind when I suck other cocks – as long as I tell him all about it later.” She said it so casually. “Our only other rule is that if a guy cums on my face I have to take a picture of it for him.” I looked at Kristen. I could see from her face that she was a little shocked but trying to play it cool. My cock was stirring once again.