Chapter 9

Nick greets me at the door with a whistle of appreciation and a big hug. I reach up for a kiss and we're soon Frenching.

He's dressed casually with an open shirt but I notice he's bathed himself in the cologne I like.

His mouth is hot, his lips caress mine and our tongues play with each other. His hands explore my back and settle over my bottom, squeezing, feeling.

I'm pretty sure he now knows my pantyless condition!

He pulls me hard against him, through my dress I can feel how excited he is. It's almost as if we're naked and my pussy moistens and tingles underneath the fabric. He could stand me against the wall, pull my dress up and fuck me if he wanted, I'm SO horny!

Eventually he releases me and I stumble backwards a bit. He takes me by the hand and leads me through to the lounge. Rachael is standing there with a drink in her hand. She looks nervous and eyes me up and down, checking me out.

She's dressed in a simple top and pants, but she could wear anything, she's so slim.

"Hello Tee," she says casually, "you've dressed up?"

"Yes, "I answer.

She's making me self-conscious.

"I thought I'd go to a bit of trouble," I reply, "y'know."

"Yes, I wish I'd gone to some trouble... myself now... You look fabulous."

"Thank you," I blush, shyly.

"Where'd you get that outfit?"

Nick wanders off to the kitchen while Rachael and I discuss clothes. He returns, drinks in hand, and offers me a Rum and Coke.

"Doesn't she scrub up well?" Nick nods towards me.

"You always had a good eye," she tells Nick, "except for that little scrubber of a housewife..."

"Rachael! We're not here to discuss my..."

"Why not? Tee, did you know about Nick and that lady that owns that Souvenir shop, on the corner as you go into the Mall?" she laughs.

Nick squirms and walks away towards the window, suddenly appreciating the view.

"She doesn't have to know..." he mumbles.

"Anne Jackson?" I exclaim, interested, "mum and she play tennis together!"

"Yes, that's her... Anne Jackson, she must be what, about 50 if she's a day, Nick?"

"I don't know... something like that..." he mumbles again, clearly uncomfortable.

"So what happened?" I ask eagerly.

(I'm enjoying this!)

"She approached Nick for some help with choosing an investment property. I always thought she wanted to get into his pants..."

"You did not!" Nick protests.

"C'mon! I saw the way she was eyeing you up that day. She couldn't keep her eyes off your arse..."

"You exaggerate..."

"Ignore him," she continues.

She draws me away conspirationally, like a schoolgirl whispering secrets.

"They had this big affair... Nick said she couldn't keep her hands to herself. She'd grab his nuts in the car while they were driving to look at places. They'd be viewing this property and she'd be all over him like a rash. Nick said she couldn't get enough, apparently her old man didn't appreciate her, isn't that funny?"

I'm laughing along with Rachael, both enjoying watching Nick squirm with embarrassment.

"They once did it in the back of the shop,"

"You're kidding!"

"Yep... one lunchtime... locked the doors and put out the sign... fucked the lights out of each other over the lunchroom bench."

I tried to imagine the scene. Mrs Jackson is on the heavy side with big boobs and arse. She'd always struck me as pretty conservative, dressing always very businesslike. The thought of her bent over that sink... well... it wasn't a pretty thought!

"He must have been pretty desperate," I tell her, "with her, I mean..."

"Ah, you're being judgemental," replies Rachael, "you can't always judge a book by its cover. Take you," she goes on, "I'd never have thought you'd dress up like that... or have Nick so... completely..."

"Completely what?" I ask.

"Bedazzled! That's a good word..."

"Bedazzled? You think so?"

"I KNOW so. Can I get something clear?" she asks, dropping her voice still lower, "you don't want to move in with him, do you?"

"You're safe," I re-assure her, "I couldn't live with him, he'd drive me crazy. He's just a... pitstop for me at the moment... and a source of financial support for next year."

I tell her all this unashamedly. She needs Nick more than I do and I'm responding to her insecurity.

"Yeah... ok... good," she tells me, "I've got a little... ah... source tucked away too. I think Nick knows but doesn't know who."

"I think he mentioned something about you having a sugar-daddy."

"He would! I can't say..."

"I wouldn't ask."

"Good... then it's a straight business arrangement?"

"Yep."

"No worries. Do you know what Nick has in mind... for tonight?" she asks.

I shake my head.

"Do you?"

"I gather he wants a little show... with us... before joining in, I suppose. Do you have any ideas?"

"Maybe we could have a little dance together?" I suggest, "that'd be painless enough and... I guess... take things from there."

"I guess... Have you done this before?" she asks.

"No, have you?"

"Me neither. Y'know, I'm not really the whore he makes out. I haven't had that many lovers... it's really Nick who comes up with the ideas for..."

I'm beginning to warm to this woman, her frailty. I'm beginning to think she's hugely misjudged.

"I see, so he's the one with the imagination?"

"Sure is, " she laughs, "don't get me wrong... we have a lot of fun. I enjoy most of it, I don't mind camping it up a bit, bit of acting, it's fun. Nick probably gets into it more though..."

"Yeah, I know..." I think of that night when we sealed our agreement.

"You too?" she raises her eyebrows, "of course he would. Has he done that little schoolgirl thing where he slaps your arse and stuff?"

I shake my head.

"It's SO hot. Do you like being spanked?"

"I don't think so. I've never had it."

"It really gets me going, especially when he does me afterwards... from the back... it just comes in one long... I'm surprised you haven't heard me next door! Y'know," she whispers in my ear, "he's such a good fuck."

"Have you two finished conspiring yet?" asks Nick.

"Yes dear," replies Rachael, "be right with you."

Rachael puts on some slow smoochie music. Nicks watches us from the sofa, a look of anticipation on his face.

"Shall we dance?" she suggests, holding out her arms, "can you lead or do you want me too?"

"How about both of us," I reply.

We hold hands and start to swing slowly to the music. We're not sure what we're doing at first, neither of us are great dancers. Eventually one hand rests on a hip and the other on a shoulder. Like that we sort of guide each other around.

Rachael moves close to my ear.

"Are you wearing panties?" she asks curiously.

I shake my head.

"Really! I can't feel any elastic. I guess you couldn't with that dress. Does Nick know?"

"Suspects, I think. In the hallway when I arrived... we... hugged... I think he felt it then."

"You're a foxy wee thing aren't you?" she grins, "I bet this guy of yours walks around with a permanent hard-on."

I chuckle to myself, thinking about Jonno's massive member.

"He'd need to keep it in a sling," I tell her.

"Why," she laughs, " is it that big?"

I nod.

"Oh my," Rachael grins, "how big are we talking about?"

I show her with my hands.

"About this!"

"Goodness! I wonder how that would feel... up you. I don't think I could take something like that."

"I guess you'd stretch."

"I guess so... still... I wish you luck."

Meanwhile Nick's still sitting on the sofa, legs spread, looking a little bored.

"Having fun you two?" he asks, sarcastically.

"We're just getting to know each other," Rachael replies, "what's the hurry?"

"No hurry," he grumbles.

"This is fun," she says, then turning back to me, "I don't really have any girlfriends, if you know what I mean. Y'know, someone to gossip and moan to, I don't really have that."

"Why is that?" I ask her.

"Don't know," she looks sullen, "women don't seem to trust me... especially around their men. I seem to have this reputation as a Jezebel or something. Particularly after me and Nick had that break up."

"You ran off with one of Nick's contractors. At least that's what I heard."

"We'd broken up before that happened!" she snaps back, "and HE can talk..."

"It's ok Rachael," I say in a calming voice, "I don't really give a shit anyway."

"I'm sorry," she apologises, "it pisses me off... all the talk... I mean, no outsider really knows what's goes on inside a marriage do they?"

"Of course not," I agree.

"Fuck the lot of them!" she spits out.

"Too tiring... anyway, who gets the ugly ones?" I ask, grinning.

"You can... I'll get the rich ones."

"That's not fair!"

We laugh out loud together. Nick gets up grumbling about getting another drink.

"Y'know?" Rachael says, "I like you."

"Me too," I tell her.

When Nick returns, he comes up to us and puts his hands on our bottoms, guiding us closer together. He arranges us so that our legs are intertwined. Our pussys, therefore, our now bumping against each other's thigh.

"That's better," he says and he pulls Rachael's head around and Frenchs her.

I watch in intimate detail their mouths working together. Nick still has a hand on our arses and traps us together. His hand is rubbing me just under the swell of my cheeks, his middle finger presses into my crack.

Nick withdraws from Rachael who has her eyes closed. When she flicks them open she looks all dreamy, like she stoned.

I can feel Rachael move as Nick strokes her bottom too. The contact, his closeness and the sexy kissing just inches from me is beginning to have an effect. I feel an erotic tension growing around us.

"Now you, sexy," he says to me and bores in.

I need no prompting and open my mouth. His kiss is hot and passionate. My hands are still on Rachael's hip and I instinctively pull her harder against me. I can feel her hand, it has left my hip and is stroking Nick around the head.

On my hip I can feel the pipe of Nicks erection, hard and ready. Between my legs, Rachael's warm thigh is grinding slowly against my moistening pussy. My other thigh can feel the warmth of Rachael sliding against me.