With mother's help, and I'm sure Aunt Faye's, my clothes and all my other necessary stuff found its way to the rented condo on the river. I waited until Thursday, when I had no classes, to move my computer and the heavier items into my new digs. The refrigerator and cabinets in the kitchen had been suitably stuffed with food and drink and by the weekend, it looked as if I had lived there forever. Mother and dad had their regular Friday night out thing with one of the couples they hung around with, leaving me to spend a quiet evening settling in. Or so I thought!
I had just finished a long hot shower and was enjoying a cold, legal beer, since I was now twenty-one. I was sitting at the bar in the living room, with only a towel wrapped around my waist, when I heard the key rattle in the lock and saw the front door swing open. Startled, to say the least, I looked up to see Aunt Faye burst into the room carrying a bottle of champagne in each hand.
"Surprise!" She cried as she rushed into the room, followed by two strikingly beautiful women.
"This is Jackie," Faye bubbled, introducing me to a tall, slender redheaded woman of about thirty, "and this is Icy."
Icy is a showstopper. If I'd had to guess, I'd have said Spanish, or Latino, but later, she told me she's Italian. Icy was older than the other two women, closer to fifty, or a bit past. She could have been a Sophia Loren look alike. Smoldering and seductive. But it was the ice blue of her eyes that I assumed gave her the interesting nickname.
I stood up and took a step toward the three of them. I remembered the towel, then. I heard them giggle as the terry cloth settled to the floor. Jackie's hand flew up to her mouth as she gasped. Faye doubled over with uproarious laughter. Icy looked at my nakedness, then straight into my soul with those vibrant eyes.
"I'm so very pleased to make your acquaintance," she purred, extending her hand to shake mine.
"Uh, me too," I managed, dipping to retrieve the towel and cover the object of everybody's amusement.
"Honey, where were you when I was looking for a husband?" Jackie said as I wrapped the wayward towel back around my waist and tucked it in.
I quickly excused myself and bolted for the stairs up to the bedroom to find some clothes. Returning to the living room, I found the girls huddled around the bar, pouring the champagne into four Dixie cups they'd found under the bar.
"We'll have to see about getting you some stemware," Faye giggled, handing me a cup of the bubbly stuff.
"To new friendships," I toasted.
We drank the liquid down and made the customary gesture of tossing the cups into the fireplace. Then we laughed again. Faye and Jackie moved over to the couch and snuggled in with another cup of champagne. Icy and I remained by the bar.
I watched her as she slid her magnificent bottom up on a bar stool, and crossed one long dark leg over the other. The sound her stockings made sliding together made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was the most erotic sound I had ever heard in my young life. Nearly the entire lacy top of her dark hose exposed itself to me as her tight skirt crawled up on her supple hip.
She fumbled in her purse and produced a cigarette and a heavy gold lighter. She laid them on the bar and dropped her purse on the next bar stool. Leaning forward, she placed her elbows on the bar and rested her chin on her laced fingers. Her cleavage rushed to spill over the top of the low cut dress. I ogled her. She saw me and smiled. Her lips were full and pouting, and glistened with dark red lip-gloss.
"What's the chance you have an ashtray?" Those lips asked.
"I scrounged under the bar and found a heavy green glass ashtray, which I positioned on the bar next to her lighter and cigarette.
I picked up her cigarette, and tucked it between my lips. I lifted the lighter and flashed it to life and drew slowly on the cigarette, pulling the tiny flame to the tip. I set the lighter back on the bar and took the smoke from my lips and extended it to Icy. She leaned way out over the bar, parted her lips slightly and accepted the thin cylinder. She drew deeply, pulling the acrid smoke down into her lungs and exhaled through her nose without removing the cigarette from her lips.
Then she drew again and pulled the cigarette from her mouth and placed it in the ashtray on the bar. A dark red band of her lip-gloss ringed the filtered end of the cigarette. She blew the smoke straight into the air. If I had been the polar ice cap, Icy would have been melting me.
"Faye tells me you just moved in. Nice place." Icy made conversation.
"Thanks," I said. "I still have a lot of arranging to do."
I heard a squeal from over on the couch. We both turned our attention to the couch. Faye was lying on her back, legs spread wide with Jackie's long red hair draped out over her thighs. Jackie had her face buried in Faye's pussy.
"They certainly didn't waste any time getting down to brass tacks, did they?" Icy commented.
"Faye never does," I said.
"Oh?" Icy asked, raising one dark eyebrow.
I think I blushed.
"So, you and Faye have done the nasty?" Icy asked, smiling. "Does her husband know about you two?"
