Chapter 13

“Yes!” Emma chirped, closing the coat closet door behind her. The glasses and a corkscrew were waiting on the coffee table. Cassie was putting three bottles of wine next to them.

Cassie sat a foot away from Sasha while Emma sat at the corner of the sectional, facing them, and began opening the first bottle of wine.

“I was so pleased at your invitation,” Cassie said. “I had been hoping you would phone me.”

“We really wanted to get to know you better and thought this would be the perfect way,” Sasha replied. “We were delighted you could ... come,” Emma added. She was the one who’d suggested Cassie bring the wine. She’d told Cassie that she would take care of the food herself. Not that Emma could cook worth a damn -- she’d ordered a delivery of hot Italian food from a rather pricey establishment in Englewood. She poured wine into the three glasses.

“To new friends,” Emma said, raising her glass. The others followed suit, the gesture drawing Sasha’s shirt tighter across her magnificent breasts and revealing one nipple already hugely swollen.

“May I take off my shoes?” Cassie asked politely.

“Get comfortable,” Emma said enthusiastically.

“Yes, take off whatever you like -- please!” Sasha added, and then blushed furiously. Emma chuckled and Cassie merely smiled happily.

The three chatted about their fields of employment -- Emma could not bring herself to call what she had “a career” -- and drank wine. They talked about plays, movies and ballets recently seen. And drank more wine. By the time Emma got the conversation around to the place where they’d first met -- an adult toy store in Greenwich Village -- they’d killed the first bottle of wine and Emma was opening the second.

“The wine is making me quite warm,” Cassie announced, removing her jacket and the silk scarf, then unbuttoning the top two buttons of her silk blouse.

“Would you like to change into something more comfortable?” Emma asked. “One of my husband’s shirts might be quite comfortable.”

“I --”

Sasha leaned over and put her face close to Cassie’s. “Come on -- get comfy. I feel like a slob dressed like this with you dressed like that. Besides, the food will be Italian and you don’t want to get tomato sauce on that lovely blouse.” She glided one hand up Cassie’s arm to her shoulder and squeezed slightly. Emma watched the lovely Japanese woman’s blush deepen and saw her nipples hardening within the blouse and bra.

“If it would not be too much trouble --?”

“No trouble at all.” Emma stood. “Come on.” She held her hands out the two women. They accepted her invitation and she led them toward the bedroom.

“You have a lovely home,” Cassie said softly. “Beautifully furnished.” She was staring rather fixedly at the king-size waterbed. Next to it was the makeup case that contained what Sasha had brought to the get-together: toys.

“Here.” Emma produced a pair of padded hangers for Cassie’s career clothing. Sasha took one and hung Cassie’s jacket and scarf on it. The smoldering Asian began to unbutton her blouse, but Emma stepped in front of her. “Let me help,” she said softly and slowly unfastened the buttons.

“You have such a lovely complexion,” Cassie said quietly, and brushed her fingertips across Emma’s cheek.

“You have such a lovely throat,” Emma replied and leaned her head forward to kiss Cassie’s pale throat. She felt the Japanese woman shiver and kissed the base of her neck as she finishing opening the blouse.

“I’ll take that,” Sasha said from behind Cassie, and then her hands were brushing the blouse off Cassie’s shoulders. The white, seamless bra was not designed to give support and Cassie didn’t need it. Her breasts were full and perfectly round, and in exquisite proportion to the rest of her curves. Within the bra, her nipples were very tiny and very hard. Emma let her fingertips graze over the encased breasts and heard Cassie’s sudden gasp of pleasure.

“And I’ll take that,” Sasha whispered, standing behind Cassie and now pressed her lips to the silken shoulder as she unfastened the clasp of the bra. Cassie leaned her head back and turn her face, Sasha’s lips descended on hers hungrily. Emma kissed her way down to Cassie’s breasts, pushed the loosely hanging bra down. Cassie let it slide of her arms and then shivered as Emma began licking her breasts.

Emma was amazed at the firmness of Cassie’s tits. They were almost hard and they were fabulously smooth. She wanted to paint them with her tongue, but that would come later. She licked and kissed her way lower, dropping to her knees. Her fingers found and undid the clasp and zipper at the back of Cassie’s skirt. She slid it down the dark-stockinged legs and sighed with pleasure against the firm abdomen when she discovered the blue silk panties and the garterbelt holding up the dark stockings -- also silk.