Diana was already dozing when the doorbell woke her with a start. Blearily she sat up, hoping it had just been part of her dream. It was followed by a knock.
"Come on girls?" she muttered to herself. Sara and Carrie had gone out for a walk a few hours ago and her daughter had obviously forgotten her keys.
She dragged the blanket out of bed with her to cover her otherwise nude form, not bothering to find her robe, and made her way downstairs to unlatch the door.
There stood Sam, dressed in her usual professional suit.
Diana tightened her grip on the blanket and stood dumbly, now completely awake.
Samantha broke the silence. "May I come in?"
Diana wanted to say no, wanted to slam the door, wanted to just crawl back into bed. But she stood back and nodded.
Sam strode into the living room. "Where are the girls?"
No idea, outside somewhere, probably fucking like jackrabbits? "They're upstairs. Asleep. Why?"
"Oh I was just checking up on Carrie."
"No you weren't". Sam raised an eyebrow. "You would have just called. What do you want?" Diana was in no mood to play games.
She had thought about that day in the mall often. Sometimes, especially while in the bed or the shower, she found herself enjoying it...and even fuller fantasies. But afterwards she felt dirty. She didn't like Sam and she hated letting herself be ruled by her own cunt like that. She had repeatedly told herself "never again", but the following night her mind always returned to that changing room.
Sam walked into the living room and glanced around. "Cozy"
It was that at best. Shreds of posterboard from some bake sale Sara ran a month ago still covered the floor, along with a spilled tube of glitter. The couch was coated with strips of fabric, the entrails of a dress Diana was making in her free time. It was a lived in room, unlike (Diana was sure) Sam's pristinely maintained home.
Diana crossed her arms expectantly.
Sam moved as if to sit on the couch. Sighing loudly, Di tucked the blanket around her and bundled up the fabric. Obviously the other woman wasn't just going to go away. Sam sat, but Diana moved to the armchair on sitting opposite. She was painfully aware how naked she was beneath the blanket.
There was silence, then "I fucked my secretary today"
There was more silence, this one thicker.
"I had never really thought of her that way. About any girl. I know what happened between you and me must have?I didn't plan that. I didn't want it until?I did. I'm probably not making much sense here." She smiled sheepishly, but stopped at Diana's cold stare. "Look, I?I'm sorry"
"For what?"
"For?I don't know. I should just go."
She didn't stand though, instead putting her face in her hands. "I don't suppose you have any wine?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
"No, I suppose not." Sam got up and paced back and forth a bit, obviously composing herself. Di's mental image of her was eroding - this was not the collected schemer she'd imagined. This was a bucket of emotions, a woman who probably sat outside in the car psyching herself up for this.
"I don't know what came over me the other day. I've never done something like that. And you're the only?the only one who'd understand. God, you're the only one I can talk to. When did you first?know..." She looked down, and a single tear fell onto her skirt.
Despite her best efforts Diana felt her anger slip away. She stood and moved to sit by the other woman, rubbing her back gently. "You never really know. It's not like some day you just wake up thinking that's how you want your life to be. It's not even really about you, at first. It's about that one person you want."
Sam looked away. "But you hate me"
"I don't-"
"Don't lie." She turned to look Diana in the eye until she averted her eyes guiltily. "You're disgusted by me, I can tell. I disgust myself."
"Oh come on, there's nothing wrong with it"
"I'm married"
"Good point" Not able to help herself, Diana laughed, but stopped when Sam began to cry once more. "Come on. You really never thought about it before?"
Samantha shook her head mutely, wiping her tears away.
"Then why did you?"
Sam looked up. "I don't know. I just, when I looked at you?" She began to run her hand along Diana's exposed thigh, then jerked her hand away when she realized what she was doing. "I don't even like her that much."
"Who?"
"Jewel" She looked over. "My secretary. She's barely out of college. Sweet girl but?she's always listening to some sort of rock music on break, loud enough from her headphones to hear across the hall. And she's gangly. But she came in to tell me my husband was on line 2 and I could smell her coconut perfume and see her nipples through her shirt and?I just kissed her. I don't know what came over me."
Her hand began to rub Di's leg unconsciously once more.
"She pushed me off at first, but I didn't let her go. Then we were on the couch and she was on top of me and we were?" She trailed off a bit, then leaned over and dug her head into the crook of Diana's neck.
"She had clearly?I don't know if she was?but she was experienced. I just remember, while she was?I couldn't take my eyes off the phone. That little red light for line 2. I should have felt guilty."
"Why are you telling me this"
"Because I want?I want?" Sam leaned in close. Diana could smell her facial lotion mixed with the hint of a latte she'd had an hour before.
"I want?" Their lips met not so much in a kiss as a breath, brushing over one another lightly.
Diana reached up to hold the back of Sam's neck as they gazed at each other, then leaned in again to kiss her once more. She didn't care that the blanket was slipping off her, didn't care that her daughter might walk in at any moment, didn't care that she couldn't decide whether she loved this woman or loathed her.
She gently pushed until they were laying across the couch, then lifted the blanket with one arm. In that moment Sam was reminded of an angel, woven wing upraised above a perfect form, before it was lowered to enclose them both.
Diana had been here before, with women and men, and could predict Sam's hands and tongue before they moved. It was the frenzied unpracticed passion of the drunken college girl. Di let Sam's hands explore, never moving them, but she took her time. She knew how the softest touch here, the lightest breath there, could make all the difference.
Sam reached ran her hand down Di's back until she was pulling her ass into her. Di leaned forward and nibbled her earlobe.
Sam ripped open her shirt, letting the buttons careen across the room. Di leaned forward and laid a soft kiss where her bra strap met her shoulder.
Sam began to grind back and forth, her face beginning to shine with sweat. Diana reached for her hand and held it.
Diana was impressed at the other woman's stamina. She must wear her husband ragged, she thought to herself. But finally, she'd had enough. Like a spider Diana leapt forward, pushing the other woman back onto the couch, and kissed her.
Sam was surprised at first, but soon let herself be dominated. She laid back and watched Diana as she moved down and kissed the top of her skirt. She wanted to scream.
Diana lifted it gently and wasn't too surprised to find nothing between her and Sam's bare, shaven mound. She smiled as she began to slowly, then more quickly stimulate the already wet clit.
Sam glanced over to the stairs thinking she'd seen a shadow, but there was nothing. She cut off her moans as she remembered her daughter laying (as she thought) just upstairs. Carrie could never know.
"I've never?ah?" she pulled aside her skirt to watch Diana's tongue flicked in and out expertly. She stroked the other woman's hair but continued to watch. She gripped the couch and flexed her knees, but still she watched. And though it threatened to overwhelm her, she hardly let out a sound.
Diana started to worry that she might be out of practice. Usually by this point she had girls screaming. She had forgotten her little lie about their daughters. She redoubled her efforts, even gently sliding in her pinky to lightly stimulate inside. Still no audible reaction. So she put in another finger?and another. Soon enough -
"Ah! Ah! AH!" Samantha arched back and began to buck wildly, but Diana held on until she subsided.
Diana crawled up to lay by her side, careful to nuzzle into her shoulder. She'd had enough virgins to know they were often grossed out by the idea of tasting themselves afterwards. But Sam surprised her, pulling her chin up into a surprisingly tender kiss. "Can you teach me?"
Sara pulled Carrie into a kiss at the driveway, after they'd dropped their bikes off in the shed. She still tasted faintly of vodka, and of Sara. Carrie tried to push her off, "what if your mom sees?"
"Let her watch" Sara laid kisses all over her face, giggling as she played her hand across Carrie's shirt. It was dark outside, but Carrie still felt nervous, finally managing to push Sara off. But that didn't stop her fingers intertwining as they reached the front door. Sara put a finger to her lips and reached for the handle, but it was locked. Smiling, she tugged Carrie, stumbling tipsily, around to the side of the house.
"What are you doing?" Carrie asked.
"Don't worry, this isn't the first time I've gotten locked out." She climbed onto the air conditioning unit, then reached up to climb from handhold to handhold until she managed her way up. She slid her window open and pulled herself in, then whispered down to Carrie, "you coming?"
Carrie put her foot up on the air conditioning briefly, then thought better of it. She was just sober enough to realize she was just drunk enough that this would be a very bad idea. "Just open the door for me"
"Why should I? What'll you give me?"
"Stop being such a bitch!"
"Hmmm?" Sara tapped her lip with a finger. "Toss me up your shirt?and your bra. Then I'll let you in"
"What?!" Carrie's whisper squeaked a little until she got herself under control. "No! Just go let me in!"
"Have a nice night! Maybe I'll toss you a blanket or something." She turned around.
"Wait!" Carrie glanced around nervously, but it was still the dead of night. There was nobody. So, she slowly tugged her shirt, still damp and cold with sweat, over her head and lobbed it up into Sara's awaiting hand.
Sara kept her hand out expectantly.
"I am so getting you back for this?" she muttered as she turned around and pulled off her sports bra. She tossed it backwards over her shoulder, then turned her head to make sure it made it. Sara caught it, then held up a finger and twirled it around. Carrie did, keeping her hands over her bare breasts.
Sara motioned with her hands - Carrie's response was to cover herself with one arm and raise her middle finger with the other. Sara rolled her eyes and giggled, then disappeared with a whip of her hair.
As Sara tiptoed her way down the stairs, skipping the third step to avoid a creak, she heard some familiar noises from the living room. Sara and her mother were comfortable enough around each other. They didn't masturbate in the same room or anything, but Sara was no stranger to her mother's moans coming from another room. She even knew where her mother kept her porn collection - Sara had dabbled in that a bit herself on occasion.
There was a pause in the moaning, during which time Sara stood stock still. Then, it started again. No?this was a different voice. She didn't recognize the gasping, but it was definitely female.
Sara's head whirled. She had never really thought of her mother as "straight", but she'd also never really given though to it at all. Sure some?most of the porn she'd found had been of women, but that was normal, right? After all, she Sara didn't think of herself as?you know. It was just Carrie, and sometimes videos and stuff. But she wasn't one of those girls. But her mom?
She briefly considered just tiptoeing over to the back door, but curiosity got the better of her. She made her way over to the living room door, then cautiously poked her head in.
She quickly darted back and held her breath. The moaning continued - good, they hadn't seen her. But she'd seen them. Both of them, one with her head buried between the legs of the other.
In a daze, she made her way back to the back door and opened it silently. There stood Carrie, holding her shorts in one hand and her panties in the other, smiling like an imp. She stepped forward and laid her arms on Sara's shoulders, leaning in for a slow kiss.
It was a moment before Carrie pulled back slightly and asked, "what's that noise?"
Sara was lost for words for a moment before she remembered and felt inexplicably guilty. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Let's go upstairs"
"It sounds like?is that your mom? Is she?"
"Yeah. Come on, let's give her some privacy"
As they tiptoed around, Sara tugged on Carrie's hand to keep her from looking into the living room. Carrie reluctantly followed, her bare breasts reflecting the moonlight. As they made their way up the stairs, the moans grew louder and were joined by a second voice. Carrie gasped and stifled a giggle. "Oh my god, is she really?" She paused on the landing to listen, ignoring Sara's silent attempts to pull her along.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but this is really turning me on"
Sara rolled her eyes but didn't smile. "You are so drunk". She didn't mention that she knew who the other voice belonged to - it was just too awkward. She just wanted to get upstairs and close the door.
Carrie dropped her clothes and let her hands run along her erect nipples and down to between her legs. "Doesn't it make you wanna?just a little?" She winked as she began to rub herself.
There were some sharp moans from the other room and a shout of "oh god yes", which then subsided back to the rhythmic sighs. Sara breathed a silent sigh of relief that no names were said.
Carrie had closed her eyes and had one hand between here legs, already working furiously.
"Oh my god." Sara tugged on her friend's wrist insistently, but Carrie didn't budge. Sara thought hard, then leaned in close and whispered, "come with me and I'll make it worth your while"
Carrie's eyes flickered open and she smiled broadly. She let Sara pull her away as moaning began to pick up in the other room again.
"Sorry. But your mom is seriously turning me on"
Sara didn't say anything. She would have been grossed out, if she herself hadn't been unable to get the image out of her head of Carrie's mother, her back arched and mouth open.
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