Let's skip the greetings, the secretly raised eyebrows at outfits that don't hide their intentions, the awkward attempts at jump starting conversations with feigned familiarity. Let's jump to the point where Jenny and I are sitting in the living room, skipping the split second deliberations about where everyone should sit, and to the point where Alana, our neighbor who had clearly been spying on us having sex in the backyard for months, smiled over at Jenny because Jenny gently grazed Alana's knee with her hand after telling a joke. It was a playful touch, only slightly risky as far as skin-on-skin contact goes, but Alana's reaction seemed to reveal what we sought to uncover. Alana's body leaned in, towards the hand that was already moving away, her smile broadened, probably more than the joke warranted, and her eyes shimmered. Jenny had her full attention. Jenny had her. It was a small confirmation of what we all already knew Alana had come over to our house to do.
Jenny and I had talked about how weird it was that a neighbor who had caught us so brazenly exposing ourselves in plain sight of her yard did not even come over to tell us off about it. Not only did Alana refrain from complaining about our lewd behavior; she just didn't say anything. No, she just kept appearing anytime Jenny and I were back there. Sometimes there was nothing to see; Jenny and I were just hanging out, and Alana would half-heartedly wave over before disappearing back into her place, but when she caught us in the act, Jenny tells me she wouldn't disappear. Sometimes she would pretend to; she would try to sit somewhere that was less easy to see - but Jenny knew she was there; and Jenny loved it. After it happened several times that Jenny clearly saw Alana pretending not to be in Jenny's line of sight, the charade had gotten paper-thin. Jenny had even waved over to her, looking straight at Alana as she came into my mouth. She says Alana was biting her lip, and that she seemed to be in more of a hurry to disappear after that.
That's what I thought about as Jenny's fingers flew off the runway of Alana's thighs. But, despite all that, and despite the settling haze of the first glass of wine on my senses, I also felt that inescapable tension, prompted by the nagging feeling that there was a slim chance we had misread the situation. The seconds-glance between the two women made the feeling dissipate the tiniest bit.
Alana's knees were exposed just below the hem of her red sundress. They were barely parted before Jenny touched them, but they came closer together as she shifted them to more directly face Jenny's. They were toned and olive-colored, contrasting nicely against the couch upon which Alana rested. Jenny was wearing a short skirt, and sat with me, on the opposite couch, with a shirt that didn't cover her mid section, and showed just a small bit of cleavage.
Alana's body was not as curvy as Jenny's. Her breasts did not press firmly against the cloth of her dress, but a small v at the top of the dress hinted at perky tits, tits that would still bounce gloriously if her body moved in the right way. She had a petite, cute, figure. Although she was maybe only a couple of inches shorter than Jenny, it felt like Jenny might be able to push Alana against the wall and lift her up onto her toes if she wanted to. Both of them had let their hair down that night, and both their cheeks were slightly flushed after that first glass of wine, or that first skin-on-skin contact.
After laughter and smiles sank into an unexpected silence, Jenny got up, looking back over at Alana as she stood, and asked if Alana wanted to play a card game. "Sure!" Alana said, smiling. "Do you guys play a lot of cards?" she asked, looking at me. "Um, yeah," I said, almost tripping over my words. I quickly realized that, until then, Jenny had been a barrier between Alana and myself. I became acutely aware of being the subject of 100% of Alana's attention, which was, terrifying to say the least, even if it was a gentle, curious scrutiny, possibly even driven by a kindred lust.
"Well, not that much, but we do have one of those, uh, chip sets, for betting" I tried to say casually, shaking off the feeling that her smile and eye contact were a sexual confrontation.
"Oh, nice," she answered, "I think I've played with those once or twice before."
"Cool, cool" I said awkwardly, trying to maintain eye contact and not ruin the party by getting caught looking at her cleavage.
She was still looking at me and smiling, so I was grateful that Jenny had returned before the moment I would have had to pull my body out of the deep wells of Alana's eyes, and then think of my own conversation topic.
"Let's all sit on the ground," Jenny said, kneeling down to sit with her legs off to one side, and her skirt covering her knees. Alana agreed a little awkwardly, "um, okay, sure." I joined them, and placed my wine glass with theirs on a side table not too far away.
"You play Texas hold 'em?" Jenny asked.
"That's like poker right?" Alana responded.
"Right, so, you're looking for your pairs, runs, flushes, that kind of thing," Jenny said as she took out the cards and started passing us stacks of chips.
"Sounds about right," Alana responded. The casualness of her words did not match the look of fondness on her face as she looked at Jenny. If Jenny noticed, she wasn't showing it. I wondered if Jenny was holding her cards close to her chest.
Jenny passed cards to both of us and we played a couple practice rounds.
"So what do you guys like to do for fun?" Alana asked.
Jenny and I looked at each other to see if the other would respond first. The first thing that came to my head was the nonstop sex Jenny and I had been having since we had discovered our mutual oral fixation, but I did not think it was time to get into that yet. Then again, we hadn't had much time for much else.
"Umm, I don't know," said Jenny, "go out to eat?
I was glad Jenny didn't say "eating out" but it was clear I was going to have that thought no matter what. Jenny had decided to make me lick her to a quivering orgasm before Alana came because she didn't want to be too horny for this first-time encounter. I was wondering if it might not just make matters worse for her, and I was certainly as pent up as I could possibly be.
"We like going to the movies. It's hard to find time for hobbies these days. Something always seems to come up..." Jenny darted a quick and possibly involuntary glance at me before looking back at Alana.
"I get that," Alana answered, "work has been really busy for me too. It's kind of nice that you two at least have each other to come home to. It gets kind of lonely, not having time to go out or meet up with friends when you're single."
Alana was looking at each of us in turn. It was nice. I felt included, even though I wasn't as engaged in the conversation.
"Yeah, that's tough," I said, "maybe we can do this more often. A lot easier to make time when we're right next door."
"I would like that," she said, looking at me and smiling. Her smile made me feel hazy like the wine.
"Well, if we're going to be hanging out more," Jenny started, "why don't we get to know each other a little better?"
I took a sip of my wine, and sneaked another glance at Alana's cleavage while she focused on Jenny.
"What do you mean?" Asked Alana.
Jenny was shuffling the cards and started collecting some of our chips.
"How do you feel about truth or dare?" Jenny asked.
Alana chuckled at that, "I haven't played in so long."
"Me neither," Jenny said, "but I don't know, sounds fun, no? We can learn about each other with the questions and have some fun with the dares. I even have a way we can incorporate it into our poker game."
"Oh," Alana seemed intrigued, "how so?"
Jenny had started redistributing the chips evenly. "Well, we can use the chips to bet truths and dares. The white chip can be a freebie, but then if you lose the red chip, whoever wins it gets to ask you a truth. Blue chips are dares."
"Interesting," said Alana cheerfully, sizing up her chips, "what about the black one?" "I don't know," Jenny said, pretending she hadn't thought of it. Maybe we can think of that when we get there."
"Alright," agreed Alana, looking at the chips, and then back at us "sounds like a fun time."
"Honey, get us some shots too," Jenny requested.
"Ohhh shots," Alana said, smiling, "are you sure you want to see what I turn into when I get really tipsy?"
"Oh, that makes me want to go grab them even more," I said as I headed to the kitchen.
When I returned, the girls still seemed to be hitting it off. I relished the sight of the two beautiful women in my living room.
"Okay," Jenny said, as I sat down, starting to hand out cards, "here we go. White chips are blinds. If you run out, you'll have to start with truths and dares."
