Chapter 3: Enter Alicia

"I shouldn't have done all of that." Her voice called out, almost mournfully. It had been a total of twenty to twenty-five minutes since she had urged me to bring her to a powerful and earthshaking orgasm, with her own beer bottle, and I was still surprised that she hadn't awoken Chris, much less my wife or child. "I'm such a bad person." Anne finished, tearfully.

I sighed, slightly irritated and somewhat sympathetic to her. Taking a seat, next to her once more, I took her hand in mine and locked eyes with her.

"Anne..." I began, trying to maintain control of myself, so as to avoid any further sexual contact. "Don't do this to yourself. If it was anything, it was the alcohol." I knew better than that, but if it saved her the tears, then let her believe whatever she wanted.

"But I'm getting married!" She exclaimed, before rubbing the tears from her eyes.

"That's true, so just don't do it again." I said, offering a bit of advice. "I'm not saying everything that's happened tonight was okay, but just don't do it anymore. If nothing else, you can credit tonight to alcohol."

Silently, she nodded her head in agreement and squeezed my hand in hers. I couldn't help but feel something strange when I looked in her eyes. I saw something in her that I couldn't really explain, to tell you whether it was good or bad.

"Thanks, Carl." Her voice said, softly, as she continued to look at me. Why was she staring at me like this? Was she in love? Suddenly, I was saved by a soft knock at the door. I stood and answered it, opening the door to reveal a petite blonde with incredibly short pink-streaked hair. She smiled and looked at me, and her deep blue eyes caught my attention immediately.

"I'm sorry, I might have the wrong house, but is Anne here?" She asked in a soft and sweet voice, without breaking her gaze. I actually had to think for a moment to answer her.

"Uh... yeah. She's right here." I said, opening the door further to let her in. She took a couple of steps forward and smiled when she saw Anne on the couch. I couldn't help but stare at her.

She was wearing a white low-cut spaghetti-string blouse, with no bra, giving clear view to her firm breasts. A pair of loose-fit khaki pants hung from her hips, showing me her black thongs that fit snug, high on her hips. I was in shock. We're talking an instant erection. I had to remove myself from the situation, fast, so I excused myself to go get another beer and take a bathroom break.

When I returned, I'd managed to calm myself down and take a little more control. I entered the living room to find Chris still asleep on the couch, and Anne and Alicia giggling and chatting away. Of course, when the realized I was there, the conversation stopped and the two stared at me. This made me feel like a Jew in Germany, so I decided to go find a seat, as non-chalant as humanly possible. When I did, Anne turned to me and asked what time it was. Alicia picked up her cell phone and answered with a quick "Three in the morning."

This meant that I had an hour before my wife's alarm was set to wake her up, so she could get dressed and by at work by five. How was she going to react to Chris passed out on the couch, Anne butt naked on the other couch, and this little blonde chick that she didn't even know?

"Hey, Carl, is the computer connected to the internet, in there?" Anne asked, reestablishing the conversation.

"Not right now, but I can connect it real quick. What do you need?" I answered, sipping from my beer while I searched frantically for my cigarettes.

"I wanted to check my e-mail read quick and see if he sent me anything." She replied, obviously referring to her fiance. I found this kind of funny, since she wasn't very concerned with him before, so why be so concerned with him now?"

"Alright, let me go connect it real quick." I said, before standing and leaving the room. As I made my way down the hall, I heard Alicia and Anne start talking again, with the occasional giggle. They reminded me of a couple of high school girls, gossiping. I entered the office, which was cluttered with boxes and a couple of chairs, and approached the computer desk, bringing one of the chairs with me.

I sat down in the chair and closed a couple of windows that I had left open on the computer, before opening the dial-up connection. I clicked on the 'connect' button, and I could hear the modem begin dialing in to the server.

I stood up and left the room, making a little noise as I passed through the hallway and the kitchen. When I reached the living room, the two were now whispering in the dark.

"It's connected, Anne." I said, before sitting down. Anne stood up and rushed off to the other end of the house, wrapping herself in the blanket. To my surprise, Alicia stayed.

"So, tell me, what happened?" She asked, before lighting herself a cigarette. I began to explain the situation to her, telling her how Anne had been drunk since early in the evening, and had initiated sex with me and Chris. I told her how I had avoided sex with Anne, and even went as far as to tell her about the incident with the beer bottle, and how uncomfortable I was. She listened, and I was surprised when she seemed to understand my viewpoint.

She thanked me for looking out for Anne, and said that she would help. Finally, upon the end of the conversation, Alicia stood from the couch and leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips, and thanking me once more. I couldn't help but become erect, once more. I didn't need this, but how could I resist?

"Alicia, that was nice, but I'm married." I told her. She smiled, softly, before turning to leave the room. I watched her ass wiggle from side to side as she walked out, and slowly, her head turned to me.

"I know." She said, grinning.

When I entered the office, Anne was sitting at the computer with Alicia leaning over her shoulder. The two had been whispering about something, when I sat at the second chair, a little closer to the door. I sipped at my beer, hoping to overhear what the two were walking about, but it was to no avail.