By the time we finally caught up with Meghan, it was getting close to noon. She and Jen chatted for a couple of minutes on the phone, and we agreed to meet her for lunch.
Jen and I walked into the restaurant twenty minutes later, hand in hand.
Meghan saw us when we were still several feet away from her, and her mouth dropped open.
"You've gotta be kidding me," she said.
"Was I not supposed to come with?" I asked.
Meghan looked at me, her eyebrows wrinkled, and then her expression changed. She shook her head.
"No, you're fine," she said. "I'm glad you came. I wanted you to come."
She shifted on her feet, folded her arms and looked at us.
"What?" Jen asked.
"You did it again, didn't you?" Meghan asked.
"Is it that obvious?" Jen asked, biting her lip.
"Yes. Yes, it is."
"What?" I asked.
Meghan looked at me.
"Jen has the 'FF' look," she said.
"The 'FF' look?" I asked.
"Oh. You have it, too," Meghan said.
"'Freshly fucked,'" Jen said, smiling.
"You both have this glow about you that practically screams 'I just got laid,'" Meghan said. "Geez. The two of you went back to bed and went at it as soon as I left, didn't you?
"You're just jealous," Jen said, squeezing my arm and kissing me.
"No, I'm not," Meghan said.
"Yes, you are," Jen replied.
"Okay, maybe a little, but right now, I'm hungry," Meghan said.
A few minutes later, we were seated at a table, reading menus and waiting on our drink order.
"Did you at least wait for me to get out of the parking lot?" Meghan asked. "Because you know I almost came back upstairs to get one of the catalogs I forgot."
"Oh, don't even start," Jen said. "It's not like I'd have been setting you up like you did me that time I caught you and Denny."
Meghan's mouth dropped open and a flush of red rose rapidly from her neck to her face and ears.
"Kyhl does not need to know about that," Meghan said, blushing.
I looked over at Jen, sensing a good story needing to be told.
"So, I'm spending the weekend with them a few months back, right?" Jen ignored the daggers Meghan stared into her. "I don't remember what we'd been doing, but I was really tired and went to take a bath. I get through with my bath, the lights haven't been turned off, but they've been dimmed way down. I'm thinking they may have gone to bed already.
"So I've got my pajamas on," Jen said, "and I walk into the edge of the living room and there they are. Denny's sitting there naked, cock sticking straight up in the air, and Meg's on her knees in front of him, equally naked, sucking him off."
"Sex usually works better naked," Meghan said, smiling as her blush deepened.
Jen nodded, obviously no t finished with her story.
"Meg sees me, stops sucking him, crawls into his lap and mounts him."
Meghan smiled and looked away, her face still flushed.
"I don't think Denny ever knew I was there," Jen said.
"He knew," Meghan said, looking back. "Not at first, but it was his idea to have sex there in the living room. And when I asked him if he was out of his mind..."
She stopped, her eyes darting from me to Jen and back.
"What?" I asked.
"He reminded me that both of us got really turned on by the thought of someone watching us having sex," she replied. "One thing led to another, and..."
She bit her lip and blinked hard, looking at Jen.
"When I straddled him," Meghan said, "I leaned in and whispered into his ear that you were standing in the shadows watching.
"We both really, really enjoyed the sex that night." Meghan sighed and leaned back in her chair.
Jen smiled at her.
"That explains a lot," Jen said. "My girlfriend, the exhibitionist."
"Oh." Meghan sat up again. "What about you this morning? Coming into the kitchen all but naked, wearing that shirt not even long enough to cover your ass?"
"Ladies," I said. "So you're both beautiful and you like to show off. You're not competing with one another, are you?"
Both rolled their eyes and agreed they weren't competing.
We ordered our food and conversation took on a considerably more amiable tone.
As we ate lunch, you could almost see a transformation in Meghan as she relaxed and began to smile more.
After lunch, we made our way to another department store. Both women had different items of clothing they were after, with shoes being a common middle ground.
I sat down outside the fitting room area as Jen gathered some clothes into her arms to go try them on. Meghan sat down beside me, fiddling with her cell phone.
"By the way," Jen said, stopping on her heel. "Remember this morning, when the two of you were arguing? You need to kiss and make up. I'm not going to have my boyfriend and girlfriend fighting."
Meghan and I looked at each other as Jen disappeared into the fitting room.
"What did she just say?" Meghan asked. "We need to kiss and make up?"
I nodded.
"She'll know if we lie to her about it," Meghan said.
"Lie to her about what?" I asked.
"When she comes out, she'll ask if we kissed and made up," Meghan said. She leaned closer and kissed me.
Our lips made contact briefly, but long enough.
"So does this mean we're friends again?" I asked.
Meghan looked at me.
"We've been friends for a long time," she said. "I just... it's not that I was mad at you as much as I just don't want her to get hurt by something someone else does. Especially when it's someone as close as you are to her... as close as I am to her."
"She's my little sister," I said. "I'm not going to do anything to hurt her."
"She's more than that now," Meghan said. "Based on what I'm seeing, you're her lover now, too. And that's a lot of trust in you on her part."
"I won't let her down," I said. "Or you."
Meghan looked at me tentatively.
"Speaking of you," I said, "Jen says you're staying really wound up these days. Is it just the stress of getting everything ready, or is there something else wrong?"
