The party had finally ground to a halt at 3:30 AM. Only Kit remained in the house that I shared with my fiancé, Teá.
We had all had far too much to drink, if there is such a thing. I had gone through nearly a fifth of Jack Daniels, and now sat on the couch nursing a beer. Teá had gone straight for the tequila shots, as always, and sipped a club soda with lime in between. Kit had tried a little bit of everything, and was now rolling a near-empty rocks glass in her manicured hand.
Kit was dressed to kill, as always, in a plaid skirt that came down to mid-thigh, a tight black top, and knee high black leather boots. Her brown hair hung loose to her shoulders, and her brown eyes were full of their usual playful mischief.
Teá was wearing a long, flowing skirt, made up of a thin material that hugged her curves, and a white tank top that did little to hide her fantastic figure. Her long brown hair also hung loose, falling just past her shoulders. Her large, brown eyes were closed as she swayed softly to the music playing in the background.
I was bumming it out, in a pair of button-fly jeans, hiking boots, and a white t-shirt. I had been in my usual mood all day, spouting silly one-liners, and using what charm I had to put my guests at ease all evening, and quite honestly, was damned fucking tired.
Kit sat on the counter between the kitchen and the den with her legs crossed, slowly kicking her left foot, and giggling at something Teá had said.
I was too spaced out to make anything out. I took a deep breath and laid my head back on the couch. I thought about telling the ladies I was off to bed, but Teá read my mind.
"Oh no you don't," she said, appearing above me, bending over the back of the couch. "The party's not over yet.
I laughed. "I'm tired, Sweetie. I'm not in my twenties anymore..."
"Right," she answered, with a twinkle in her eye. "You're an old man of 31. What was I thinking?"
"I have no idea." I smiled and began to get up, but she placed her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me back down into the couch.
"Noooooo, you have to stay with us! Who knows what might happen if you leave us two women alone?"
"Whatever happens, get some video tape," I said, dryly. "I'll watch it in the morning." I tried to sit up again, but was pushed down. I heard Kit giggling from her perch on the counter.
"What the hell's so damned funny," I asked, and turned my head toward her.
Kit shrugged, and took a sip of her drink. "I just don't think you're getting out of this room until Teá wants you to."
I smiled. "I'm starting to get that feeling myself," I said, exasperated.
"Good," Teá said, and bent lower so that her head was close to my ear. "Besides, you're not going to sleep without me . . . you know what tequila does to me."
I was still looking at Kit. "I'm sure Kit will help you out with that." It was an old joke between us. We all flirted heavily, but nothing ever came of it. Just a strong friendship.
"Hell yeah!" Kit said. "Bring that sexy body over here, Sweets!"
But Teá only laughed. "It's not me you've been eyeing all night . . ."
Kit blushed scarlet, and I felt my face heating as well. Kit was just as beautiful as Teá, but in a different way. Teá was all soft curves and sensuality, with large d-cup breasts that drew every eye. Kit was slender, with smaller breasts, and an ass to die for. An ass that I had been checking out all night.
"The only reason she's been eyeing me was to figure out how the hell to get me outta the way, so she could have her way with you.," I said.
Teá laughed low, in my ear. "Really . . . and what about you? What reason do you want to offer for checking out your best friend."
Kit was still smiling, but her face was flushed, and I could tell she was uncomfortable. I tried again to make light of the conversation.
"So was every man in the room. Have you looked at that skirt?" I asked.
Kit laughed, and looked at me gratefully, but Teá leaned closer to my ear, and whispered low enough to only be heard by me. "Do you want her, John?"
