The sun long since up; Billie and I were still in bed when Kelly left to go to work the next morning.
We slowly stirred and sat up groggily as she came in and kissed us goodbye. It wasn't lost on us that Kelly noticed we were once again naked in bed together and smelling of sex. She smiled with mild embarrassment and unspoken curiosity as she waved goodbye and walked from our bedroom, and Billie rolled over against me, throwing the sheets back enough that she could press her naked chest against me as we laughed together.
I can't really explain what it was like at home that day, other than to say that Billie was different. We both were, actually. Somehow, we'd found a spark between us.
It was making us throw caution to the wind; we talked about it, and prior to the night before last, we couldn't remember when we'd ever allowed even a hint of our bedroom activity to be known to our daughters, and now our youngest had seen us all but caught in the act twice.
I wasn't going to complain, though, and neither was Billie. She was more playful than she'd been in ages, and as the day progressed, she began teasing me, quickly making sure I knew that was exactly what she was doing, as she pushed me away when I tried to catch her and pin her.
"No," she said, sliding away from me. "I want to save it for tonight when you get home."
She opened a bottle of wine mid-afternoon, pouring the last glass as I headed out the door to Robert's little more than an hour later.
"You're sure you don't mind me going?" I asked.
"I'm sure," she said as she raised her glass and took a sip.
A smile crossed her lips; the alcohol had hit the point in her system where she was mellow and relaxed. For a moment, part of me wished I were staying home and that our daughter would be out of the house for the evening, because when Billie was in the state of reduced inhibitions she was in at the moment, she really opened up in the bedroom.
And in the kitchen, the living room, the backyard...
I sighed and smiled back at her. Hopefully she'd still be in this good of a mood when I got home.
"So, what are the two of you going to do while I'm gone?"
"Girl stuff. You know. Nails. Hair. If you're that afraid you'll miss something, you could stay. You know I love the way you rub my feet."
I smiled. She did enjoy that.
I didn't enjoy the smell of nail polish, though, and quickly decided the game was definitely the better option.
I kissed her goodbye and left for the evening.
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Billie stood at the window and watched him drive away. As soon as he was gone from sight, she turned her glass up, draining it, her hand balled up in the curtains for balance, and then she returned to the kitchen, where she opened a second bottle of wine and refilled her glass.
She had decided she and Kelly would talk about the kisses she'd shared with her father, and even though she was beginning to feel a little tipsy and buzzed, Billie was so nervous her hands were shaking.
She took a sip from her wine glass, sat it down on the counter and went to take a shower. Heat, steam and wine were a dangerous combination for her; any other time, she'd be so relaxed she'd be asleep in the blink of an eye.
Tonight, though, sleep was far from her mind. The shower was to relax her, and the wine was her courage. Maybe it would be for Kelly, too.
Billie hoped she had enough wine for both of them.
An hour later, Billie lay on the couch wearing an oversized blouse and loose khaki pants, glass of wine half empty sitting on the coffee table just within her reach. She'd never let herself go out dressed in public like this, braless, her blouse half unbuttoned and threatening to slide from her shoulder, but it made her feel comfortable and sexy.
Martin liked it; he'd be all over her if he could see her now.
She turned the page in her book and slid a hand inside her blouse, her fingers rubbing at her nipple, and she sighed as the familiar tingle surged through her veins.
A few minutes later, she heard Kelly come in through the same door Martin had left out of, and she stood up to go meet her daughter. They met at the edge of the kitchen as Kelly was slipping off her shoes.
"Hi, baby," Billie said, hugging her daughter tightly. "How was your day?"
Kelly hugged her mother back.
"Good, Mom." She took a deep breath. Wine? "Where's daddy?"
Billie took hold of her daughter's hand as she turned and led her out of the kitchen.
"He went to drink beer and watch the big game tonight."
"Daddy's not much of a beer drinker, Mom."
"No, but he does like football."
"So...?"
"So, I thought we could spend some time alone together."
"Just the two of us?"
Billie nodded and giggled. "That's what alone together means, sweetie."
Kelly nodded and smiled nervously. She'd wondered how long it would be before her mother brought up what was going on between her and her father.
"I thought maybe we could order a pizza and I could do your nails and we could talk."
Kelly swallowed hard.
"You want to do my nails?" Her mother hated doing her own nails, and she wanted to do Kelly's?
"Yes, sweetie, if that's okay with you."
"But, you..."
"Hate doing nails?" Billie raised her glass and took a sip as her daughter nodded. "It's not my favorite thing, no, but you enjoy it, and I figured it was something we could do together."
"Okay." Kelly nodded weakly, still not comfortable with the situation.
"I've got a bottle of wine open. Would you like some?" Billie asked.
Kelly raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Was her mother really going to let her have a glass of wine? Without it being served at dinner?
She nodded, followed her mother into the kitchen and watched in amazement as she poured a second glass, nearly draining the bottle.
"Here, sweetie." Billie handed her the glass, and Kelly immediately took a long sip. "Why don't you go and take a shower. I'll order a pizza and we can get started after we eat."
Kelly nodded and turned to go as her mother picked up the phone.
In her bedroom, Kelly stripped down to her bra and panties, then headed for the shower, wine glass in hand now half empty.
It had been a long time since she'd seen either of her parents drunk, but her mother, while maybe not fully under the influence, was definitely feeling emboldened. Her mother never wandered around the house without wearing a bra, much less with her blouse all but open.
Of course, Kelly told herself, she'd never seen her parents naked in bed together before, either, and that had happened two nights in a row, now.
She turned on the water to get hot and reached behind her to unhook her bra. The cups fell forward as the straps slid from her shoulders, and Kelly caught it on her wrist as it fell from her body, letting it drop to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and shoved them from her hips as she gazed at herself in the mirror.
She was pretty, wasn't she? she asked herself as her hands wandered across her naked flesh. Yes, she was beautiful, she told herself as one hand brushed across a pink puffed nipple and the other slid in between her parted thighs.
She'd been so wet when she got undressed for bed the night before. She didn't know why she hadn't buttoned her pajama top, but she'd gotten the reaction she'd wanted. Daddy had looked at her, his eyes seeking more than they could see.
And as hard as her nipples had been, as wet as she'd been, he'd been that hard, too, hadn't he? His erection had tented his sleep pants, brushing against her ass when she'd pushed back against him. He was turned on by her, wasn't he?
Kelly sighed as she pinched a nipple between her fingers and slid the middle finger of her other hand between the slick folds of her womanhood.
