Ann and Scott had spent a few evenings together since that first meeting at The Golden Grain Tavern that spilled over to the secluded lake and eventually to Scott's bed. But, the following Wednesday, she asked Tina to ride along to Landover.
When they arrived at The Golden Grain Tavern, Ann led Tina through the lunchtime crowd and the lascivious, open-mouthed stares of the male patrons.
Ann had told Tina about Scott and her previous encounters with him. What she hoped to achieve by bringing her today was unclear, even to Ann. Now, as they awaited his arrival, Ann remembered the conversation with Tina about her bi-curiosity some weeks earlier came to mind. "Was that what this is about?" she wondered.
She had just dismissed the thought when she spotted Scott at the door, talking with another man. He soon was on his way to their table. Tina had now spotted him and turned to share her impressions with Ann. "Now I see why you've been so wild about coming to Landover, Annie! He's so hot!"
Arriving at the table, Ann met him with a brief kiss but noticed Scott's eyes were glued to Tina's chest. "And who is this gorgeous little lady?" he asked the obvious.
"Scott, this is my friend, Tina. Tina, this is Scott," she voiced the words that would have had the same effect on the deaf. Sparks were so apparent that Ann expected to suffer a residual strike at any time.
After watching Scott hesitate before sitting, Ann half-expected to see him move his chair closer to Tina, but he left it as it was. His eyes salaciously undressed her, though, throughout their first two drinks. Ann wondered if he'd even notice if she were to leave.
All pretenses were soon dropped, and the conversation took a purely sexual turn. Scott was genuinely annoyed when a friend interrupted the trend by stopping at the table to ask a question about his Harley. While they talked, Tina was busy mouthing words of approval to Ann. She seemed to be squirming quite a lot in her seat, which is unusual for her, but as Scott's friend left, the cause caught my eye. His hand was slowly massaging the full length of her leg made bare by Scott's work in pushing the hem of her skirt up to her waist. When I caught a second glimpse out of the corner of my eye, his fingers were at work inside her panties.
With a few final swallows of his beer, Scott suggested, "Why don't the three of us find somewhere a little quieter and more private?"
When they got to his apartment, Scott excused himself to make a few calls. Tina sat beside Ann on the sofa. Her skirt had soon ridden well up her shapely legs, but it was Ann's leg she chose to massage. The four drinks they'd had at the bar had taken effect. Between the drinks and her obvious attraction to Scott, Tina was very horny and was seeking release anywhere she could find it.
Her hand had worked its way up the inside of Ann's thigh until her little finger was resting against the moistness of her silk panties. When Ann opened her leg slightly to allow her better access, her fingers slipped under the material and worked their way to the source of the wetness.
Ann had arched her back and slid into a more reclined position when Tina leaned against her and turned her face to meet her first kiss. To Tina's surprise, Ann quickly adjusted by responding eagerly to the kiss.
Aroused further by Ann's willing response, Tina swung a leg over Ann's lap, leaving the women face to face. After briefly looking deep into each other's eyes, Tina reached for Ann's lips with hers, searching with her tongue for a willing dance partner. Ann welcomed the invitation as she felt her free hand being lowered to rest in her lap where she felt Tina's drenched panties grinding against it.
Instinct soon took over, as Ann's fingers pushed aside the panties and easily slid two of them deep inside Tina's hungry wetness. A soft moan escaped her lips as she clenched her muscles tightly around Ann's probing fingers.
As much as she'd looked forward to this moment - this moment with Tina - all Ann's thoughts were centered on the near violence with which Scott could act when highly aroused. She might not yet have seen him so turned on as he was at the bar when he first saw Tina. It only grew to a frenzy when his fingers were exploring her wetness. Ann knew his eagerness had only increased since then.
"Tina, be careful around Scott," she whispered. He can be dangerous when he gets hot. He's got a look in his eyes."
"No worries, Annie. Tina can take care of Tina! I like it rough! The rougher, the better!" Her whole body writhed in ecstasy as she ground against Ann's hand and fingers.
