by Selena Kitt
You fuckhead, she thought with a smirk. And to think I was worried about you.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," she said loudly. "Wake up."
He grunted, snorted, and shifted on the bed. She watched his eyes open sleepily, move blearily around the room, and then focus on hers. He inhaled deeply and licked his dry lips.
"Hey," he said.
"You did her," Michelle said flatly, still standing in the doorway.
Michael exhaled heavily. "You sound upset."
"I'm not upset. I said you could, didn't I? I just didn't think it would be this soon."
"You expected me to wait?"
Michelle had no answer for that. Michael stretched languorously and grinned exhaustedly
"You were right, baby. I feel like a fucking dump truck."
Michelle shook her head, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. She pictured her husband together with that brazen hussy next door, doing God knows what, and was surprised to feel a touch of jealousy. That emotion had never occurred in the past. She cleared her throat.
"I take it you had a good time."
"I've got dick burns."
"I see that. What was she like?"
Michael sighed. "Like diving into a big bowl of Cookies and Cream."
"Asshole. Is she as good as me?"
Michael stiffened. "Why would you ask that? You know damn well I always come home to you."
Michelle stiffened. "You didn't answer my question."
Michael sighed and touched his wife's face. "I love you, baby, and only you. And I trust you still feel the same about me after you've been with someone else." When she continued to stare at him, he sat up and held her face in his hands. "Both of you are equally good in your own ways, but I love yours better."
Michelle stared at him a moment longer, and then kissed him. "I'm sorry I got jealous."
"I'm not."
"I guess it's just her being so close by, you know? That's never happened before."
"I know."
"Did you use a condom?"
"I didn't think I needed to."
Michelle stretched out on the bed beside him and nodded at the ceiling. "I guess it's okay. She's probably safe enough."
Michael laughed. "I think I've created a monster."
"You mean she wants more?"
"She certainly gave me that impression."
"That slutty cooze!" Michelle exclaimed.
"I wouldn't worry about it right away, sweetheart. It's your turn at bat."
Michelle propped herself with an elbow and stared at him pointedly. "And you best remember it. No more for you until I've had a taste."
"We still don't know if she's into chicks."
"I'll persuade her."
Michael laughed again. "I just bet you will." He paused. "Could be you'll get your chance tonight. She wants us over to fry some fish."
"I just bet she does."
"Now, honey. Don't go over there with an attitude. She'll see right through it."
"Like I give a shit."
"You should if you plan on getting into her pants. She could require some finesse. What're you going to use as my excuse for not being there?"
Michelle offered Michael a crooked little smile. "I'll think of something."
Bonnie And Michelle
Bonnie stood alone in the kitchen, listening to her heart beating anxiously. A platter of catfish fillets and a cake pan filled with flour were on the counter before her. A cast-iron skillet with a stick of softened butter sat on the stovetop behind her. She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall above the sink.
She'd told Michael six o'clock, and here it was half-past. She knew there would be no sex tonight because of Michelle, but she was still anxious to see him. Why were they late? Could it be that Michael had confessed about the day they had shared? If so, Michelle was probably shattered by the betrayal. Bonnie didn't necessarily feel guilty about the afternoon tryst, but she didn't want to hurt Michelle, either.
Talk about having your cake and wanting to eat it, too, Bonnie thought, and sighed despairingly in the silence of the kitchen. She knew her feelings for Michael could be dangerous to both her and her friends, but she was helpless in their grip. Her emotions were running roughshod over her common sense. How could she keep up appearances in front of Michelle when she was staring across the table into Michael's eyes and picturing what hung so beautifully between his legs? Maybe having this dinner so soon after their raucous couplings wasn't such a good idea after all.
The doorbell rang, and Bonnie jumped. She hesitated for a moment, feeling her heart speed up. The doorbell rang again.
Oh God, she thought, and then took a deep breath. It is what it is, and there's no changing it, now.
Bonnie went to the front door and opened it. Michelle stood on the step, dressed in khaki shorts and a blue top, holding a Pyrex bowl. She was alone, and Bonnie's heart sank.
"Hey, you," Bonnie said, struggling to keep the disappointment off her face.
Michelle smiled. "Sorry about being late. I had to put something together to bring over."
"Sorry about the short notice."
Bonnie opened the door and Michelle came inside.
"I thought maybe you guys weren't coming," Bonnie said.
"And miss learning how to fry fish from the master? No way."
"Where's Michael?"
"Poor guy's in bed," Michelle replied evenly. "He strained a muscle today."
Bonnie hesitated for a second, and Michelle stared at her.
"That's too bad," Bonnie said. "Is he okay?"
"I don't think it's serious. He should be raring to go in no time."
"I'm glad."
I bet you are, Michelle thought wryly.
She noticed that Bonnie wore pink capris and a pretty floral blouse, the outfit sensuously hugging her robust figure, and couldn't help marveling over how well the woman who'd devoured her husband all afternoon could keep a straight face. The sheer audacity was amazing, and also a bit arousing. Bonnie certainly possessed self-confidence, and Michelle wondered how her neighbor might utilize it in bed.
They went into the kitchen, and Michelle set the bowl on the counter.
"I made a leafy salad," Michelle said. "It was all I had on hand."
"You really didn't have to," Bonnie replied, "but thank you. Would you like something to drink?"
"A vodka and tonic sounds good."
Bonnie winced. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm out of tonic."
"Do you still have any of that lemonade left?"
Bonnie looked up from the liquor cupboard. "How'd you know I made lemonade?"
Michelle shrugged. "Michael said you guys had some the other day. I think it's nice you can keep each other company."
Bonnie wondered what else Michael had said about that encounter. Memories from the day before came rushing back, and she wished Michael were here now. She pulled the pitcher from the fridge and set it on the countertop, and then withdrew two sixteen-ounce tumblers from the cupboard.
"Help yourself," Bonnie said. "Pour me one, too, if you don't mind."
"Sure."
Michelle poured a triple-shot for Bonnie while her back was turned and stirred it up, feeling a wicked sense of satisfaction. Bonnie grimaced when she finally tasted it.
"Too strong?" Michelle asked.
"A little," Bonnie said, looking at her and smiling. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get us drunk."
Michelle laughed. "Why not? Tomorrow's Saturday. It's just us girls tonight."
Bonnie turned a knob on the stove, and the gas flame popped into life beneath the skillet. She adjusted the level to a bare ripple so as not to scorch the butter, and added a squirt of lemon juice. She took another sip of her drink, and then gulped it impulsively. The vodka was One Hundred Proof, and went right to her head on an empty stomach.
"I was down to the river earlier," Michelle said. "I saw your fishing pole lying on your dock. Catch anything?"
Bonnie ma
naged a poker face, but her heart was pounding. "Nothing I could keep."
Michelle nodded at the platter of fillets. "Where'd those come from?"
"I had them in the freezer."
Michelle joined Bonnie on the other side of the counter and nodded judiciously.
"I've been looking forward to this. I love fish."
"Then you're in for a treat. Too bad Michael couldn't be here."
"Yes," Michelle said softly. "I've told him before, he needs to bend his knees and keep his back straight when lifting something heavy."
The two women stared at each other for a moment, and the butter sizzled softly in the skillet on the stove.
This is too much, Bonnie thought.
Michelle had to know something had happened, but if she did, why was she here? And how could she be so calm and collected? She was clearly playing some sort of game, but to what effect?
"So," Michelle said, looking innocent. "What's to it?"
That did it, as far as Bonnie was concerned. It was time to confront this situation for what it was. She was the older, more mature of the two, and it was high time she started acting like it. She stood her ground and faced Michelle with her hands on her hips.
"What's going on here, Michelle?"
"Turn off the stove," Michelle said evenly.
Bonnie turned off the burner and confronted her again. "Well?"
"I know you fucked Michael."
Bonnie's face blanched, but when she started to protest, Michelle held up a hand.
"Don't bother. Michael told me."
Michelle took a step forward, and Bonnie held her ground. She wasn't much taller than Michelle, but she outweighed the younger woman by at least thirty pounds, and working in her yard had kept her muscles strong. She'd never been in a catfight, but she reckoned she could handle Michelle if the need arose.
"And did he also tell you that it was he who seduced me?"
Michelle chuckled softly. "Some seduction. He said you didn't put up any fight at all."
Bonnie couldn't lie about that. She felt her heart beating hard as Michelle stepped closer.
"The fact that you fucked him doesn't bother me, Bonnie -- really, it doesn't. He already had my permission."
"Your permission?" Bonnie exclaimed. When Michelle simply smirked, Bonnie continued, "Well, if that's true, why are you bothered?"
Michelle smiled narrowly, her stare pointed.
"What bothers me is the fact that you want seconds, maybe even thirds, and you want it behind my back."
"I never said that."
"It doesn't matter. It's written all over your face. I know that you've wanted him for months. And now that you've had a taste, you want more. Michael can become an addiction. Believe me, I know."
Michelle was now so close their breasts were practically touching, and Bonnie could feel the heat radiating off the young woman's body. She tried to step back, but Michelle grabbed her wrist.
"Well," Michelle said softly, her breath warm against Bonnie's face. "You can still have him. But only after I have you first."
She jerked Bonnie close with a grip that was surprisingly strong for such a petite young thing, and crushed her lips upon Bonnie's, sensuously rubbing their breasts together. Bonnie struggled, pushing the smaller woman back. Bonnie stood there and stared, tasting Michelle's saliva on her lips, her eyes like saucers and her jaw unhinged in shocked surprise. She never would have guessed that Michelle was into women -- she simply did not seem like the type. Her heart beat rapidly, and her muscles twitched. Her nipples had grown hard with the adrenaline rush.
"Michelle," Bonnie said softly, "I'm not comfortable with this."
Michelle scoffed.
"Don't try and take the moral high ground, Bonnie. You're a married woman, and you fucked my husband." Michelle licked her lips. "What would your old man do if he found out?"
Good question, Bonnie thought.
She and Robert did have a fairly open relationship because of his time on the road, but screwing around with the next-door-neighbor was hitting pretty close to home.
Michelle sensed Bonnie's indecision and her eyes narrowed. Stunned, Bonnie watched Michelle reach out and hold her breast. Michelle's hand felt soft and warm through Bonnie's blouse, and her touch was gentle. Michelle found one of Bonnie's nipples through the material and caressed it. In spite of herself, Bonnie felt a little shudder ripple through her tummy. Michelle stared at her and smiled.
"Doesn't that feel nice?" she asked.
"What about Michael?"
Michelle scoffed. "Don't you worry about him, you slutty cooze."
Bonnie was rooted to the spot in disbelief. This simply couldn't be happening to her. But she couldn't deny she wasn't growing a bit excited being bullied by the smaller woman, and that Michelle was plainly aroused by it. Bonnie could see Michelle's tiny nipples pressing urgently against her top, and realized for the first time that Michelle wasn't wearing a bra. Michelle stepped close, and this time Bonnie didn't ward her off. She allowed Michelle to press against her, and felt Michelle's hard little bullets pushing against her own much bigger ones. Michelle rubbed against her chest, and sighed softly. The sense of gentleness and closeness was soothing and incredibly sensual, and Bonnie moaned, confused and terrified, feeling heat and dampness build between her legs.
"Don't," she croaked.
Michelle scoffed again. "Your body's saying yes."
"This isn't right," Bonnie breathed.
"Isn't that exciting?"
She toyed with the buttons on Bonnie's blouse, and opened the top two. Bonnie squirmed as the upper half of her cleavage was exposed. She felt her breasts heave within the confines of her brassiere -- her nipples hardened further and her heart beat rapidly. Never in her wildest fantasies had she pictured herself with another woman, let alone getting turned on by one, but her body was responding to Michelle's advances in ways she'd not thought possible. Did she put a stop to it right now -- as a part of her thought she should -- or did she step over the edge and see just how far she might fall? When Michelle opened two more buttons and slid her hand inside Bonnie's brassiere, the question became moot.
"Oh," Bonnie exclaimed. "Oh my."
Michelle stroked the side of Bonnie's breast, her thumb finding Bonnie's nipple and rubbing it gently. Bonnie felt her entire body tingle with the younger woman's touch, and she uttered a soft moan. Michelle kissed her again, her lips lingering, and Bonnie felt the first exploratory touch of Michelle's tiny, moist tongue. It felt so much different than a man's, Bonnie thought, cautiously probing with her own as Michelle continued rubbing her nipple. Their tongues touched, their mouths opened wider, and suddenly, Bonnie found herself wrapping her arms around Michelle's tiny frame and crushing the smaller woman's body against hers.
Both women groaned in the kitchen's utter silence, the kiss gaining an intensity and sloppiness that made Bonnie dizzy with amazement. Michelle slid her arms around Bonnie and pulled her closer. She slipped her hands down Bonnie's back, clutched her jiggling buttocks, and squeezed the cheeks firmly, pressing their pussies together. Michelle undulated slowly, grinding her pelvis upon Bonnie's and drawing a startled, excited gasp from the depths of Bonnie's bosom.
"Ohhh," Bonnie hissed. "Oh my!"
That was easy, Michelle thought wickedly, and her heart pounded with the devilish knowledge that she now owned this big bitch, and could do to her exactly what she pleased.
Michelle broke off the kiss and stepped back, her lean chest heaving. The two women stared at each other for a moment, Bonnie licking her lips and tasting Michelle's saliva in her mouth. And then Michelle pulled her top over her head and exposed her small, firm tits to Bonnie's wondering gaze. Bonnie had seen women's breasts before, but not in a situation such as this, and Michelle's tiny orbs looked totally and completely inviting as they quivered beneath the ceiling lights. They were deeply tanned, her nipples a light brownish-red color that matched the color of her lips. Uninhibitedly, Michelle slid her shorts down
her lithe legs and kicked them in the corner, and Bonnie sucked in her breath. Michelle's pussy was completely shaven, a small succulent orifice wrapped with dainty red lips that were now puckered with her obvious excitement. The hairless pooch made Michelle appear much younger than she actually was, and didn't seem real as Bonnie stared at it. She felt her own pussy flex, and wetness oozed into her panties.