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“I really am sorry Jed’s taking so long.” Margo rolls her eyes. “But you know men.”
The sun has set. The hour is officially past dinner.
“Oh, it’s okay.” Sophie hurries to reassure her. Maybe it’s selfish of her, but she doesn’t mind that Jed’s late for their dinner date. It would be nicer to have Margo all to herself. But of course, she reminds herself, there’s Graham.
It’s stupid to want something this much…Sophie wishes she could just be calm, and pretend there was nothing special about this at all. But she just can’t. Every time she looks at Margo she feels like she’s a little drunk just on her scent, just from being in her presence.
“Least we can do is have a good time and make him regret being so late.” Margo goes over to the bar. “May I?”
“Please.” Graham sits back on the sofa. Is he annoyed that Jed’s not on time? Mildly. Does he really care as long as Margo slinks around their living room in that green sheath like this? Not at all. As far as he’s concerned, this could be the whole evening.
Margo mixes them all old-fashioneds, strong as hell, just the way she prefers them. She hands one to Graham with a smile and then hands Sophie her drink, leaning over to whisper something in her ear.
Sophie flushes faintly. Her blood races. She wants to escape to the bathroom to splash water on her face and try to cool down. She wants to draw Margo in there with her and pull that dress off her like the first time they saw each other. She’s thought about that moment so often, it’s like a perfect shot framed in her memory. Margo’s bronze skin, her sleek stature as she let the dress fall. Her lack of self-consciousness, her ease, her laugh.
She wants to take Margo by the hand and say, “ask me again how you look. I want to tell you how breathtaking you are.”
Sophie takes a deep sip of her drink, welcoming the whisky. Margo’s still so close; it would be easy to…
“For a minute there, I thought she was gonna kiss you.” Graham says hazily. It’s an unexpected thought, but he kinda likes it. They’ve never really been into kinky stuff, him and Sophie. But it’s a hot thought.
Sophie freezes, looking at Margo who just smiles playfully at him.
“Is that so?” Margo leans back on the sofa, resting her left arm along the back of the sofa. Her fingertips rest inches away from Sophie’s neck. She takes a sip of her drink.
“That something you would like?” Her tone is sultry, alluring. As if that would be the only reason to kiss a girl. It’s the kind of thing Sophie would balk at normally. She once argued for over an hour about how female sexuality wasn’t solely meant for the male gaze and should never be weaponized like that..
God, she’s a hypocrite. She doesn’t care. It’s not the male gaze Margo is doing this for; it’s for her.
Margo wants to kiss her, right here in their living room and she’s coming up with a reason for Graham not to mind. Sophie could watch her all night.
“Whoa, really?” Her husband’s mouth drops open as Margo’s words sink in. “I mean, obviously only if…” he gestures at Sophie as though he doesn’t remember his own wife’s name. “Uh.”
Sophie feels a flash of irritation, but it fades just as fast. What the hell? She wants this to happen more than Graham. That’s what matters here, her desire more than Graham’s interest.
“Obviously,” Margo flashes him a smile wide as the Rio Grande. “I’d never dream of doing a thing if Sophie wasn’t into it.” She glances sideways. “What do you think, Soph?”
Sophie raises her glass, pretends she’s getting a drink of liquid courage. She licks the whiskey sweet from her lips, her eyes still resting on Margo’s face. Margo just stares back, that smile of hers, just waiting on her lips for Sophie to come kiss it off. Sophie wants to kiss her all over, wants to leave hickeys all over her beautiful tits.
“Babe, you don’t have to.” Graham says halfheartedly.
Shut up, Graham.
Sophie shakes her head. “I just…mm, the garlic, in the dip.” She offers sheepishly. What the hell are you saying, Sophie?
Margo’s smile widens. As though Margo, who licked the salt straight from her skin there in the bar right in front of god and everyone, is gonna care about a little garlic.
As though she’s reading her thoughts, Margo lets out a throaty laugh. She just shakes her head, “Oh, honey, now come on.” She gets up and heads for the bar to refresh her drink.
Sophie watches her add more whiskey, drink it neat. She licks her lips; it’s like she can taste the bitters already.
“Yeah, Sophie.” Graham takes a drink.
Sophie wants to grab Graham and shake him. “Do you realize how lucky you are?” she asks him silently. “Do you realize what it’s like to be in the presence of a woman this magnificent? You’re lucky to just be in the goddamn room.”
“Okay.” She says instead, waiting for Margo to come to her. “Come on then.”
Margo comes back and sinks down on the sofa beside Sophie. She takes a minute, just studying her with those devilish eyes. Sophie feels her heartbeat quicken. She wishes she were wearing something sexier; she wishes she were wearing nothing at all. Her nipples tighten at the thought of Margo tracing them delicately with her tongue.
Margo just leans in and licks a slow oval deliberately all around the outline of Sophie’s lips. Out of the corner of her eyes, Sophie can hear Graham sharply inhale. Oh yeah, he’s enjoying this. But it doesn’t matter. Margo matters. Sophie’s whole body is melting with desire from just one kiss. She wants Margo’s tongue between her legs, wants those lips on her pussy.
Margo leans in even closer, whispering so softly, Sophie has to strain to hear her. “Are you as wet as I am, baby girl?”
Sophie bites back a moan and then Margo’s kissing her, gently, slowly, like Sophie needs to be coaxed into this, when they both know damn well better than that. Margo has to know how wet she is. Sophie’s drenched.
Margo caresses her neck lightly as she bites at Sophie’s lower lip, capturing it with her teeth. Dimly, Sophie wonders what Graham thinks but it doesn’t matter. She can’t find it in her to care.
The evening has receded to the summer air around them. Sophie can hear the clock ticking in the hallway. Somehow, she’s still vaguely aware of Graham watching this, watching them. But the only thing that truly exists here and now is the desire pooling in her core, the heat prickling at her breasts. She wants Margo’s mouth everywhere on her body.
“More.” She tells Margo honestly, “but I’d have to compare to be sure.”
Margo gives a little laugh. “Well it’s not like Graham would mind, would he?”
“What?” Graham asks blankly; he’s still focused on the way they’re embracing each other, how close to each other’s bodies they’re sitting.
He’s got an erection; Sophie can see it from there.
“You don’t mind, do you, Graham,” Margo traces her fingertips up Sophie’s shoulder, making her shiver. “If Sophie touches me just a little.”
“Uh.”
“After all, it sure looks like you could use a little touching yourself. Why don’t you?”
Her voice is hypnotic. Slowly Graham reaches for his zipper. He glances at Sophie and then back at Margo.
“Go on now.”
Margo looks back at Sophie as he draws it down. “Well?” What are you waiting for? Her eyes challenge Sophie.
Sophie reaches for the hem of her dress, slowly slipping her hand under the practically sheer chiffon sheath. Margo’s not wearing any panties tonight, and Sophie doesn’t know why that surprises her; it shouldn’t. Remember where she met Margo for gods sakes, but it does. It makes her come a just a little. Thinking about Margo walking around all evening, nothing but bare ass and smooth pussy rubbing against the chiffon.
She moans a little just thinking about it.
“All night,” Margo whispers. “All night.”
“What?”
“Is how long I’ve been waiting for you to touch me.”
Margo captures her mouth in a deep kiss as Sophie cups her between her legs. Somewhere in the background she knows Graham is getting off on this. Literally. And she just doesn’t fucking care. Margo’s wet as a fresh mountain spring. Sophie draws two fingers over her heated folds, slowly pushing inside her, seeking out the sweet little spot that she just knows so well.
Margo gasps a little. She gazes at Sophie brazenly, pressing harder into Sophie’s hand. She traces her fingertips along the curve of her dress, her nipples growing taut. Sophie strokes her just so and Margo gasps.
“Yeah? Like that, fuck yes.” Margo whimpers, tightening around Sophie’s fingers as she comes. Her juices run over Sophie’s fingers and she wants to taste them, taste Margo but she doesn’t want to take her hand away just yet. Margo trembles softly, and Sophie kisses her shoulder.
“Jesus.” Margo breathes. She leans back against the sofa with a slow exhale.
Sophie smiles at her, and then, then! Her brain reminds her of Graham.
Graham, who jerked off and fell right to sleep.
Of course , Graham is asleep. For some reason, it almost makes Sophie want to cry. It’s so predictable and normal. Of course, he fell asleep there after coming. There’s nothing new here.
“He’s out, right?” Margo breathes against Sophie’s hair.
“Yeah.”
“Good,” she drags her tongue along Sophie’s shoulder. “Cause I want to taste you. Right now.”
“Right here?” Sophie says, like she didn’t just fingerfuck Margo in the living room herself.
“Get on the floor.” Margo pushes her gently down onto the plush carpet.
Sophie lies back on the carpet, Margo leaning over her. Her breath hitches. Is she really gonna let this happen right here? In their home? It was one thing at the cabin. It felt almost like it wasn’t even real, though she knows that’s denial. But it was private somehow, just the two of them. But this right here and right now, Margo is licking her way down between her breasts. This is real, and Graham is still soundly asleep.
Maybe she’s a terrible person for doing this, especially right here, with Graham so close. It’s possible she is, and yet the thought doesn’t fill her with shame and despondency as it once did. So what? This isn’t the worst thing Sophie’s done in her life; she thinks she’ll sleep just fine tonight.
Margo draws her dress up, letting it fall back over Sophie’s waist. “I see one of us is a lady.” She says with a wink.
Sophie blushes. “I didn’t get the no panties memo apparently.” She’s grateful Margo doesn’t mention her scar this time.
Margo just laughs, settling between her legs. She brushes her fingers along the v of Sophie’s pale pink panties, smirking at the dampness and Sophie’s doing her best to keep from arching up against her hand.
“Margo.”
Margo simply leans down and licks a long, wet stripe down that v, making Sophie quiver.
“You look cute like this.” Margo says. “Like we were messing around after gym practice or something. Bet I could have gotten you off before school was out.”
Sophie bites back a moan, thinking about what it would have been like to know teenage Margo. She’ll save that thought for another day.
“But I wanna see you.” Margo reaches, tugging Sophie’s panties down and putting them aside. The carpet is soft under her butt. Sophie sucks in a breath as Margo slings her legs over her shoulders.
“You smell so good.” Margo’s breath is hot against her cunt and Sophie can’t breathe, she’s going to come just like this. And then Margo licks her, grazing her clit Sophie wants to scream, but she’s breathless. Margo squeezes her butt, sucking harder at her clit and and Sophie’s back arches up off the carpet as her orgasm hits her like a semi truck. She can hear her breath, ragged and raw with the pleasure that was just released.
She’s shaking slightly as Margo sits up, licking her lips.
“You know I think we should make dinner a weekly event, don’t you?”
Sophie bites back a laugh. For a minute, she covers her eyes. Oh god, is this what she’s doing now? Is she having an affair in front of Graham’s sleeping form? Are they really gonna keep doing this?
‘Hey. hey.” Margo says softly. “Don’t disappear on me.”
Sophie takes her hands away. She gazes up at Margo and softly touches her cheek. There’s no way this is gonna go well, but she can’t imagine ending it now.
Margo leans into it, kissing her palm. “What do you think?”
“I’d like that.” Sophie says, and draws her down for another kiss.