with thanks to the Fireman
Pam and Maureen had been drinking. Not much, but they we're on their third gin and tonic each and the movie was only about two-thirds of the way done. John was out of town for the weekend, and Maureen had insisted that Pam come over so they could have some girl time together without John interfering or making those sarcastic remarks he did when he was around Maureen. Pam wasn't wild about the idea, but most of the time it was just easier to give in to Maureen than to fight her about it, so as soon as she'd finished grading that week's tests she headed over to Maureen's house.
The problem was that when she drank, almost inevitably, Pam got horny. And this movie was making her horny, even though she didn't want it to. It was some art film Maureen had said that Pam really needed to see, and it was about a woman who'd left her husband and discovered she liked women even more than she did men. The heroine kept exploring, and meeting other women, and there were some pretty steamy scenes in various bedrooms.
The other thing that wasn't helping stuff any was her underwear. Pam definitely preferred wearing underwear like they did in the old movies – silky, vintage stuff that made her feel frilly and feminine. Sure, she had some practical cotton bikinis and sports bras, but she was much more likely to be wearing silk tap pants and a matching bra.
Today, well today she had indulged herself a little more than usual, mostly because she couldn't find a pair of pantyhose that morning and John was going out of town and she wanted him to have a little picture in his head when he left. She had to wear hose to work – the principal insisted on it for the women, and Pam usually just struggled into a pair of department store pantyhose when she wore skirts or dresses to work. But today, well she dressed up a bit mostly because she couldn't find a pair of pantyhose without a run and because she wanted to tease John.
Everything was black – a pair of sheer nylon briefs, a long, full-cup corset with six garters, and seemed sheer black silk stockings held up by the garters. A bit much for work, but definitely hose and she'd wear a long enough skirt so nobody would see she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. She'd teased John a bit, slipping into her four inch stilettos and walking around while he was packing, brushing against him as he tried to neatly pack his clothes. He was hard and erect when she slipped into the black cotton cable-knit sweater and grey tweed skirt, changed the stilettos for teacher-practical low-heeled black pumps with silver buckles, and draped the grey sweater that went well with the skirt around her shoulders and left for school. What John didn't know, maybe, was that she was almost as aroused as he was when she left.
And all day at school that picture of John, his cock hard and straining at his shorts, had been running through her mind. And now there was this movie. She wasn't dripping wet or anything, but Pam knew she was definitely aroused and wasn't entirely comfortable with it. Her nipples were hard and Maureen, well Maureen was being her usual pushy self, but she was also making a few odd comments that Pam wasn't quite sure she wanted to understand.
When the movie ended Maureen poured them new drinks and sat down on the couch opposite Pam. Pam had kicked off her shoes and had her legs curled under her. Maureen leaned back and started talking. It was clear the alcohol was having an effect on her.
"Did I ever tell you the real reason he left me?" she asked Pam.
"No, you just said he looked at you that day and said he'd had enough and was leaving," Pam replied. She was pretty sure she didn't want to know why Maureen's husband had divorced her.
"He left me because he caught me with her," Maureen said.
"Caught you with whom?"
"Suzy...Suzy Boatwright."
"Nineteen-year-old Suzy Boatwright who helps clean your house?"
"Yup, caught the two of us going at it, her mouth on me and mine on her, and I don't mean kissing. We didn't stop, either, when he came in the room. Just kept at 'til we both came. I still remember that orgasm. It was a nice strong one. Suzy's was pretty good, too, as I remember."
"Maureen! You didn't!" Pam was shocked. She also became a little more aroused. Maureen was a big woman, close to six feet tall and 200 lbs. Everything about her was big – her breasts, her butt, her thighs...and Suzy was all of five foot two and maybe 110lbs, and no way was she more than a 32B. Pam imagined the contrast – big, blonde, pale-skinned Maureen naked with little, tan Suzy reversed on top of Maureen, lying on top of her with her little brown butt in the air, the two...the two...Pam made herself stop thinking.
"Shit, he shouldn't have been that surprised. We'd been going to that secret club for years. He loved to find some big-dicked guy to screw the hell out of me while he watched. And a woman with a strap-on? Hell, he'd come without touching himself and even before she'd be half way into me."
"Maureen, you never said a word! How could you? How did you hide it?" Pam was blushing, confused, and upset. Even worse, she wasn't aroused anymore, she was horny and starting to get sticky. Her friend went to a secret club and had sex with other men – and with other women?
"Nothing to hide. We didn't make a lot of noise about it because you don't. He was just pissed at me that day because I didn't let him know ahead of time. Hell, I didn't know ahead of time. Suzy was cleaning and found one of my vibrators, and then she looked at me with those big, brown eyes and it was off to the races. We stripped off and were all over each other just like that. He just walked in on us, watched us finish, then walked out. The next time I saw him he had papers, and he said he couldn't trust me anymore, and that he was divorcing me. I didn't see him again until we were in court. What's worse," Maureen giggled, "that was the last time I had sex with anybody but myself."
"Maureen!" Pam was still shocked. This wasn't the friend she knew. This was someone else, and this was a dream.
"And then I got this phone call. It was from the club secretary. They knew about the divorce and everything, but they wanted me to come back. So I'm going. To the Halloween party."
"You're not!" Pam gasped.
"I am. I'm going, and I'm going to have sex, and I'm going to come like a banshee. And more than once if I have anything to say about it."
"Maureen, I don't know what to think."
"Don't think, sweety. Just keep being my friend."
"Of course, Maureen." Pam was deeply confused. Her friend. Sex. Strap-ons. Clubs. And why the hell did she feel so freaking horny?
"Want to see my costume?" Maureen asked.
"Your costume?" Pam was a little confused.
"Yup, my costume for the party. They said I had to wear it, that they'd put all the costume ideas in a hat and this was the one they'd drawn for me."
"Umm, I guess," Pam said. What kind of a costume did you wear to an orgy?
"Good," Maureen said, with a gleam in her eye. She got up and walked over to the television.
"Here, watch this while I change," she said to Pam, slipping a new disk in the DVD and starting it up.
Maureen left the room and Pam sipped at her drink. She could hardly believe what her friend was telling her.
Pam glanced over at the television. "What the..." she exclaimed.
It was porn, pure and simple. A young woman who looked a little like Suzy was lying on top of a bed, in what looked like a dorm or sorority room. She was naked and talking to a stuffed bear she held in her hands. And then, then she started rubbing the bear's face up and down her crotch.
"Eat me Fuzzy," the actress cried, "eat me!"
