Don stopped in on his way home. He stopped in once or twice a week. His wife Sharon got home a couple of hours later than he did so he had time. Both Don and Sharon were great friends. My husband’s name is Harris and mine’s Jean. We’ve known Don and Sharon since our kids were young. They grew up and are in their own lives now, all in school.
Don and I got tea or a drink like we always did waiting for Harris. Today it was tea. He always arrived dressed but left his coat and tie in his car, had his sleeves rolled up and he had some rag shoes in his car he changed into. About once every month or two he would stay dressed to let us know he wasn’t a slob. His habit.
We talked and kidded and he wasn’t over attentive but I knew pretty much he liked me. I had a lounge chair and the sofa he sat in was directly across the room from me, about eight feet away, and fully facing. We looked at an angle at the tv on the end wall. Sharon sat on the curve around part of the sofa and faced the tv. Harris had a lounge chair near Sharon at kind of an angle towards the tv at my end.
Occasionally I would put light color panties on and tilt my lounger back to the first stop so he could see up my thighs. Not so he thought it was on purpose. Every now and then when I got up I would raise my knees a little so he could see my pants for a moment before I rose. Nobody else could possibly see or tell. I never looked at Don then but I always checked and sometimes he got up in his pants and quickly put one leg over the other with his ankle on his knee to hide it.
I tried not to do that too often so it seemed natural. When we four went out we always paired on each other so Don and I walked together, etc., sometimes with his hand on my back going in and out of doors. I always noted whether high or lower. He favored lower. Sometimes they were over on the weekend or we were over there on the weekend and Don always had on some man showing shorts. Harris wore about the same on weekends. They just looked more man showing on Don because I was looking.
There wasn’t anything unspoken between Don and me. I was just creating a bit of entertainment for myself and I was glad if he noticed it and enjoyed himself. I was thinking one time of not wearing any underpants but thought that was way out of whack and didn’t. I would just die if there was any problems between Sharon and Don and Harris and me.
Then Saturday happened. Sharon was going to the city for an art show and dinner with a friend. A girls out kind of thing. It was an all-dayer and they would take the train back that night. Harris was helping a friend move and he would be back later that night and was leaving in about an hour. Before he left Don stopped in.
We all said hi and got tea and in conversation Harris told him about helping his friend move. Don said he had shopping to do at the home center and wanted to cut the grass. Harris was smiling, not wildly, and watching us which I thought was strange. He got ready to leave early and so did Don when Harris did.
We were at the door and Harris turned to us and said, “I want you two to listen to me carefully. I’m going to say something adult to you. I think you two have a couple of ribbons of excitement for each other. I think it’s wonderful. I think you both should spend this afternoon exploring those ribbons. I have absolutely no objections whatsoever.
“Don, if you need it there’s a tiny vial of gas on the kitchen counter. Just dab a small smear on yourself wherever you need it. It’ll mask any scents. You can only do that once a year with gas. Wash with wipes only. It’s better to take a shower after you cut the grass.” Don and I both had our mouths open kind of stunned. Harris said, “It’s up to you but promise me you’ll try and don’t hold anything back. You’ll have great memories.”
We stood there staring at Harris. He said, “I have to go. Promise me you’ll try. I made up the guest room. You can try can’t you?” After a moment he opened the door and gave me a quick kiss and said to Don, “Don, man up. See you guys tonight.” He left. We stood at the door and watched him drive out of sight, we stayed standing at the door.
I shouldn’t say there was a pregnant pause at this particular point but there was this big pregnant pause. We didn’t even look at each other. I went to the kitchen for a glass of tea forgetting I had one already. Don followed and sat at the counter and happen to notice the little vial of gas, maybe 10 drops if that. He moved his head a little and blinked his eyes and opened his mouth but that was all.
He finally looked at me and smiled. I was smiling too. The first thing I thought was to say something like, ‘I think Harris’s gone a little bonkers’, but didn’t because he hadn’t. I think Don knew that too. I said, “So, I guess he more or less meant for me to woman up too.” As soon as the last syllable got out of my mouth when I said that I clinched my buns and closed my legs a little hard, sucking everything tight. Don couldn’t see that on my side of the counter.
There was no way his dick wasn’t responding even if there was no way Harris was right. I wasn’t going to pretend but I wasn’t going to be the instigator. I said, “Did you promise Harris or yourself?”
Don smiled and didn’t answer. A really nice smile too. He said, “He did say he made up the bed.”
I laughed out loud and Don followed. I sat down beside him at the counter and we seemed to relax with each other trying to get to terms with all this. I checked him as was my habit and he was bulging a little more. I wish I could bulge a little but all I could do was stick my breasts out more. I said, “Sooner or later one of us is going to say, ‘What are we going to do’.
“That’s for sure,” Don said. “What are we going to do?”
So soon it got said. “What I am going to do,” I said, “is for the rest of this day I am going to tell the absolutely truth no matter what you say or do. Or we do.”
“Ok, me too.” He said. “I like very much rubbing against you around the bbq and watching you in your bikini and kissing you at New Years and thinking about what’s under there. I also like seeing up your thighs and seeing your pants now and then almost sends me over the edge. What about you?”
“Oh, I like me that way too,” I said. I waited and he finally got it and laughed again. I said, “I like rubbing against you in the pool, except that time I accidentally almost kneed you in the crotch. I worried about that for a month. I like checking to see if you’re up. You’re always showing so it’s hard to tell the difference but I finally figured it out. I love your butt. I like it when you trotted around with the kids because you flopped around a lot.”
We sat looking. There was a lot going on. I’m5ft10 and Don is 6ft2. I have short not quite blonde hair so I don’t have to mess with it too much, about 140lbs, just right for me. Don is about 160lbs. Also just right for him. He plays basketball a lot and it keeps the fat burned away. His body is sleek muscular. He can run like you wouldn’t believe. I lift weights at the gym as much as doing the other stuff. We can handle each other.
Don isn’t dark black. He’s more like a darker type bronze but slightly brighter in places. He looks more like an Irishman than anything else in features. Soft features. He and I, and of course Harris and Sharon too, know that we all originated from the same source and our differences are from the environments our ancestors came through and there’s no such thing as race. There’s only one human race. We’re all cousins no matter how far removed or different looking. Of course we’re talking hundreds of thousands of years. Boggles the mind.
Sharon is a brunette and is 6ft even like Harris. She’s about the same size as I am. Her family came through Holland and was mostly there for hundreds of years. Who knows before that, so she’s about the same as me, pink. She burns quick in the sun.
“So, you want to go play around?” He said. “We don’t have to let it get that involved. It’ll tell us something. If we don’t get involved we’ll always remember we tried. If we do we’ll always remember we did. Either way should be interesting.”
I knew anytime I said ‘stop’ he would stop and the same from him. I said, “I do have a desire for that. I guess the guest room. We can have some wine later so bring your tea.” I picked up my tea and got up and he did too. We stood looking at each other and I turned and he followed. I had summer things on. Two up top and two down below plus rag shoes, no socks. Don was the same but only a pull over knit up top.
We weren’t talking right. Our words seemed formed and formal. We usually kidded around more and looser. We seemed to be more serious in our manner, strained. When we went in the guest room door I glanced back and he was up more. He probably saw my nose flaring. Girls had indicators too.
The bed was made and the sheet was on but nothing else but pillows. The curtains were already pulled. It was a big room with more than adequate furniture. The bed was tall and very big. A box spring and a 15 inch high mattress, firm. There is a small bathroom off the end of the room with a small shower.
This place was ready for a good session of sex. Harris has us pegged. Don said, “You undress me, I undress you, we undress ourselves, down to just our underwear, nude, get on the bed and go from there, stand and kiss and play some, hold hands, do I need a condom, I can suck on your toes and I’m really good at begging when it comes to sex.”
By that time I was laughing at him and I stepped right up to him and got my arms around his neck and we had some really nice kisses. They lasted a few minutes and he got much harder and was in my empty spaces between my thighs. I was pushing right into him and he was pushing right back and we got into some hip swivels and spread the feeling around where it could go.