Play Date (5 page)

But Lena couldn't help but be dragged back to
the delicious thrill she felt when her neighbors' hands roamed her
bottom. It was a bottom that she always knew was fetching, but
being a married mom, Lena felt too modest to show it off until
now.

And the thrill of Brett's feral body, the
smell, the taste, the way he paid her to spank her, and the added
benefit of fitting his massive meat into her mouth. The way he
pushed it in, the way it felt stretching her mouth around a fire
hose until she almost choked.

And LeAnn.

Lena was trying to forget that interlude, but
how could she? Why should she? Those soft lips on Lena's own lips,
on her face and on her neck, all merging with LeAnn's amazing
ability to entrance a woman with her tongue.

All of it was too much for Lena to dismiss.
If this was wrong, why was it heaven? And Lena had been paid! She
was a girl so desirable that people were willing to pay to have a
taste of her!

The sights, smells and touches came flooding
back, Lena sliding her hand between her legs, grinding away,
finding some way to satisfy the surging current that was building
like a distant storm. She thought of Shane coming to her rescue in
the parking lot, his mouth possessing her body while she was pushed
against her car. The thrill of pleasuring him with her hand and the
load of gratitude that covered it when she was done. Oh God.

She had never been so alive. The only thing
missing now was Brett's cock —or Shane's cock— inside her. She'd
accept either man's, but it was Shane's that she most wanted.
Beautiful and confident Shane.

And Shane was unencumbered. Yes, the thought
of fucking a married Brett gave her a thrill, it also gave her
heartburn thinking about one day having to be confronted by Brett's
wife at Fern Hollow Grocery or at the Fox and Hound.

Lena let out a moan as she came, this time by
her own hand. The sweet sting turning into crescendos of pleasure.
How many times had it been today?

Wait—it was only once. Not including now. How
could that be? Lena had only come just once today? And that was
with a girl. Lena needed more, she deserved more. And it was
Shane's cock that was the last remaining punch on her ticket.

She lay back, her cramped hand resting on her
belly, she fell into a deep sleep.

The street in front of Shane's house was
lined with cars. A Panzer battalion of horror tore through Lena. In
her all-consuming urge to be with Shane, Lena hadn't bothered to
think that some of the attendees from Casino Night would be at
Bobby's birthday party. Christ, there were only three thousand
people in all of Plush Run, do the math you dummy.

There appeared to be at least fifty cars
parked here. In the light of day, after all the euphoria and
adrenalin had worn off, Lena wasn't quite as comfortable with her
previous night's behavior. For a moment she thought of just
dropping Ryan off and leaving. “Ryan honey, do you have Bobby's
present?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, then run on up to the front door and
ring the bell. Mommy will pick you up later.”

“No! You come with!”

“Come on, Ryan. You been here many
times.”

“No. You take me.”

With the kids happily corralled away with
Shane's kiddie party director, the parents were free to wander
Shane's nicely landscaped pool area with drinks in hand. Shane was
nowhere to be found. The party seemed more crowded than even the
cars parked out front indicated. Most people were in pool attire
but shouldn't have been. Lena was glad that she didn't just show up
in her bikini. She was a wearing a tasteful sundress cover-up that
would adequately broadcast her modesty to partygoers who might
think otherwise of her.

“Well, hi Lena,” said Danielle's nice
neighbor Tom Davis, clutching some dark colored drink. “That was
quite a show you put on last night.”

“I'm glad I could help.”

“Those kids are playing soccer in Stockholm
thanks to you,” said Tom.

“I don't think they'll get much out of it.
And I thought it was Iceland?”

“I'd like to meet for lunch sometime,” said
Tom. “I work over at the Escalade. Some great eateries are right
there in there in the complex. It would best for you to meet me
there because its right next to my office and I only have an hour
for lunch.”

“Okay,” Lena said as she slipped away.

“Lena?” said a female voice from the side.
Lena turned to the side and saw a pleasant looking woman who looked
familiar.

“We met at a Christmas party a couple years
back at the Tanners',” said the woman.

With that bit of context, Lena immediately
recognized the woman's face. Gwen Crater. Brett's wife. “Oh. Hi,
Gwen. It's good to see you,” said Lena maintaining her
composure.

“I wanted to say that I am SO sorry for your
loss,” said Grace. “To lose a spouse like that.”

Well, thanks to the efforts of your man-meat
of a husband, I'm recovering nicely. “Thank you Gwen. Enough time
has passed so that I've finally been able to get out and experience
life again.”

“That's so good to hear,” said Gwen. I don't
think I could ever bear to lose Brett.”

“That would be a lot to lose,” said Lena.

“I heard they raised a lot of money at the
community center last night,” said Grace.

“They did,” said Lena. “I helped out a
little.”

“Your son is on the soccer team isn't he?”
said Grace.

“Yep, and he's going to Sweden or
Iceland!”

“But don't you wonder...” said Grace. “Do
they get anything out of it at that age?”

“It'll be a memory they can build on later,”
said Lena.

“If you need any help, if you just want to
talk, please call me, okay?” said Grace. “We should do lunch.”

“Yes! We should do lunch!” said Lena.

After dodging such a close bullet, Lena
needed another gin and tonic. Shane's hired bartender was fast and
she dropped a dollar into the tip jar as a reward.

“You better have a bikini under there.”

Lena turned around and was face-to-face with
Shane. In the daylight he was even more gorgeous than during her
rescue in the low light of the parking lot. “Shane...” Lena said,
exhaling. He was in a collarless T-shirt and wearing bathing trunks
that revealed sculpted calves that looked like they'd been
dead-lifting Mini-Coopers. But his legs were muscular, not bulky,
looking like they could run the thousand meter, or in the next
instance, dance Peer Gynt.

“I want you to wait for me in the hot tub,”
said Shane.

“Not with these people around,” said
Lena.

“The hot tub is located right off my bedroom
patio. Hidden away.”

“Oh,” said Lena, flushed. “Well...”

“I've got a fully stocked drink cart there as
well.”

“Okay, then,” Lena smiled broadly, not caring
how obvious she might be appearing to the other partygoers.

“I've got to finish up here,” said Shane, “I
have to make sure the caterers get the food out on time and that
the kids' wrangler is keeping the children entertained—then I'll be
by.”

“Where is your bedroom?”

“Oh, that's right. You've never seen my
bedroom before. Well, that's going to change,” Shane said, smiling
with a wide cock-sure grin that made Lena feel like her sundress
was melting off of her. “When you walk back into the house, make an
immediate left. Its the last door.”

With her second drink in hand, Lena walked
down the hallway. At the end were two large double doors that
opened into a massive master bedroom with high ceilings. Inside was
heavy Tuscan furniture. Usually she usually hated that Tuscan crap,
but his was Shane's Tuscan crap!

Shane's bedroom looked out on to its own
patio area, cordoned off from the rest of the backyard by a
semi-circle wall infused with block glass. In front of it was a
recessed hot tub.

And in the hot tub was another woman.

“Danielle!” yelled Lena.

“Well, hey...” Danielle said lazily.

“What are you doing here? Your son doesn't
play with Bobby!”

“Sure he does. How do you think Shane and I
met? “We're just not here on the same days you are.”

“Another detail you kept from me,” said
Lena.

“Oh, I know, its just one big conspiracy
isn't it?”

“It's starting to look that way,” said Lena.
“Why don't you just back off? You've already got all the boys at
the college.”

“Maybe I will—for friendship's sake. But I
might want something in return.”

“Like what?”

“Like, take off that dress.”

For the first time Lena noticed something
different about Danielle's smile. If Lena had been more observant
the previous evening she would have noticed it then as well. It had
a tinge of hunger.

“Come on,” said Danielle. “I bet there is a
cute suit under there. Don't be shy. I'm sure it covers more than
what you had on last night.”

“I'm not so sure...”

“Really?” said Danielle, her green eyes going
wide. “Then I must see.”

Lena blushed. “Its the only cute suit I have.
Roger got it for me. I only wore it in the bedroom.”

“Well, well, now its mandatory,” said
Danielle, taking another sip.

“To be honest, I was planning on only Shane
seeing it.”

“Don't be such a tease! I'll leave you two
alone if you want, but I want another peek at you. I didn't sleep
at all last night, you know... thinking about you.”

“Danielle! What are you saying?”

“I can't just go back to just being
friends.”

Lena took a big sip, downing half her drink.
This second gin and tonic was starting to warm her insides and
loosen everything they were propping up.

Or maybe that was Danielle?

Lena set down her drink. Locking eyes with
Danielle, she reached around and unzipped the back of her sundress.
Sliding the straps over each shoulder, Lena slid the sundress slid
down to her waist revealing a tight blue floral bikini top that
appeared to be vacuum-packed around her generous breasts.

“Yep, that looks like something a guy would
buy for his wife,” Danielle said, smiling. “Did you know that your
suit matches the dress?”

“No, I didn't,” said Lena, her eyes still
locked on Danielle's. She slid her thumbs into each side of her
dress, shifting her hips back and forth, the remainder of her dress
now sliding over her hips and finally down her legs. She stood in
front of Danielle in her bikini, her grateful friend taking her all
in.

“Cute,” said Danielle, noticing that Lena's
tiny bikini bottoms were as snug as the top. “You and I have done
well having our babies. Minimal damage, I'd say.”

“I don't think I'd risk another,” said Lena,
laughing nervously as she felt the full-force of her friend's
determined gaze. “Too much a roll of the dice.”

“You watch,” said Danielle. “I'll go and have
my second kid and will end up being a plus-size forever.”

“I don't think so, girlfriend,” said
Lena.

“Come on in,” said Danielle, “The water's
hot.”

Lena picked up her glass and walked over to
the tub, still in her low heels. She kicked them off and stepped
onto the top step. “OW! That IS hot.”

“It's great when you get in,” said Danielle.
“Here...” Danielle climbed up out of the tub and sat on the ledge.
“We'll go in together”.

Lena looked down at Danielle, now finally
able to see her friend, unobscured by the foaming water. Her
red-striped bikini was a series of strings and ties that looked
precarious and barely covered a body that was working overtime to
knock down all of Lena's barriers. Danielle looked up at Lena, her
dark shoulder-length hair framing her face, her long brown legs
dangling over the tub's edge, her foamy, olive skin and a tiny
waist creating the focal point for it all. What had started last
night was now complete—Lena was seeing her friend in a different
light, alien but thrilling.

“Here, this will help,” said Danielle as she
cupped water in her palm and splashed it onto Lena's legs. “You can
see its not that hot.” Danielle splashed higher and higher up on
Lena's legs, now cupping the water in her hands and pouring the hot
pool water down her legs, dripping down her thighs in rivulets,
over her knees and down her calves.

Feeling acclimated to the first step, with
glass still in hand, Lena stepped down onto the second step,
“Ow!”

“Oh come on...” said Danielle.

I thought you were going to walk back down
into the tub with me?” said Lena.

“I will. I just want to enjoy the view a
little bit.”

The two of them were now at eye level,
Danielle still sitting on the edge of the tub. Their gazes locked,
each smiling broadly at the other. If they had been more observant,
they would notice that both their pupils were dilated.

They both took a sip of their now almost
empty drinks.

“So I guess I am going to have to get a
restraining order against you after all,” said Danielle.

“Maybe I should get one against you.”

“Don't do that,” said Danielle quietly,
setting her drink down. She leaned forward and kissed Lena softly.
Lena closed her eyes and when she opened them, Danielle's face was
floating in front of her. Lena pursed her lips nervously, breathing
hard.

“I need a refill,” Lena said abruptly.

“Get me one too,” said Danielle.

They both stepped out of the pool and walked
over to the drink cart. “What are you having?” asked Lena.

“Other than you?” said Danielle.

“Other than me...” Lena said, shyly, averting
her gaze.

“I'm going to stick to vodka tonics.
Skye.”

Lena found a bottle of Skye vodka, “Is Cherry
okay?” she asked.

Lena mixed the vodka tonic for Danielle and
made a third gin and tonic for herself. She could feel the gin
opening her up, throttling inhibitions and creating a euphoria that
was coming up underneath and threatening to sweep her away.