“What?” she asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
Matt wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug and told her, “You know you’re drunk, right?”
“I very well may be,” she responded solemnly. “But,” she continued, “I wanted to get Kate drunk so I could have my way with her and I didn’t want her to feel self-conscious that she was the only tipsy one.”
Matt threw back his head and laughed while my mouth dropped open. This was the slightly evil Liane that Matt had told me about, I realised. Not quite the prim office manager she seemed on the outside – there were depths to this woman. I could see the attraction.
Liane walked over to me and reached for my hand. She pulled me to my feet, though my tired muscles had to work a bit to keep myself from overbalancing on top of her. We were standing inches apart. She placed both of her hands on my arms. She looked into my eyes and said, “My turn.”
Then she kissed me. My eyes closed automatically and I was vaguely aware that her hands had moved around to my back. Her soft lips pressed into mine, much more confidently than the day before. Our mouths opened and our tongues, tasting of red wine and chocolate, began to play and tease. I allowed my own hands to stray over her body – one reaching up to mingle in her silky blonde hair and the other lower, to clasp her buttocks and pull our pelvises together.
I made a noise deep in my throat when I felt her teeth bite gently at my lip and I groaned as her tongue made its way along my jawline and neck. I wanted to cleave myself to her and had to concentrate to hold back. She was much more aggressive than I had imagined her capable of being and it was pushing all my erotic buttons.
I reached a hand under her t-shirt, tracing the lace of her bra where it rested against the mound of her breast. I didn’t want to frighten her off when it seemed that my all-day fantasies had an excellent chance of being fulfilled. Apparently I had no need to worry, though. Her hands pulled at my own t-shirt, lifting it over my stomach and quickly over my head. I wanted to feel her skin against mine so I did the same. We stood in the kitchen, both only in jeans and our bras, and I realized that I had no idea what Matt was doing – I had forgotten him altogether.
I couldn’t dwell on that, though, as Liane was undoing the clasp at my back and slipping my bra off my arms and to the floor. Her fingers found my nipples, now hard and sensitive and she stroked and pulled at them gently. I reached for the front of her pants, fumbling to undo them, but she took my hand again and led me to the couch. She sat and positioned me in front of her. My button and zipper were quickly undone and she pulled my jeans over my hips and down, helping me to step out of them. She had left my black lace panties on and now she leaned forward to kiss along the top edge of them. It was just as well that her hands were firm on my hips or I would have pulled away in shock when she licked a vertical line along my pussy. She looked up at me and grinned then slowly slid my panties down to join my jeans in a puddle at my feet.