Chapter 9

They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery undercurrent in their words, an excitement flaring in the breaths they took. Regina was generous with the brandy, needing its settling effect as they talked about the previous night. From time to time, she cast quick glances at the closet door, at the thin crack where Carey Baker was peeping at his mother and listening avidly to every word they said.

It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought, and imagined him crouching there with his taut young prick in his hand, playing with himself as he heard the juicy, intimate details. Just knowing that he was there also stimulated Regina, and she found herself gulping at her heavily-brandied coffee.

“It was really kind of crazy,” Stella said. “I figured that you and Chuck would come back before long, but I just had to go down on Bill, right after we fucked. And I just had to have him eat me, too.”

That should have jolted Carey right to his balls, Regina thought; now he could think of his mother sucking a man’s cock, of his mother getting her cunt eaten by someone besides his father. He was probably beginning to jack off.

She said, “Yes, Stella. I know how you felt. I screwed Chuck over here on the table, then at your place. Tell me, did you two do much talking after we left?”

“For hours,” Stella answered. “It was the damnedest thing—us lying there bare-assed, both fresh from screwing someone else, and discussing all our sexual hang-ups. It seems that Chuck really got high, watching Bill fuck me.”

Regina nodded. “The same with Bill. He’ll go along with the four of us making it together tonight.”

“Chuck is real anxious,” Stella said, draining her coffee cup and holding it out for more. “So am I, and Regina—I really have to thank you. I’m so glad that you and Chuck started screwing, so that Bill and I could get in on it. It’s a wonderful thing, to feel so free and easy, to be able to talk about it. And while I’m about it, I think your husband is a wonderful lover; he’s so eager to please, and his prick stays so hard—”

Regina gulped. “Y-yeah, but he was softening with me. Until now. Last night, we screwed again after we got home, and he wanted me to tell how it felt when Chuck laid me.”

Stella grinned. “Chuck and I played sixty-nine. He said watching me suck off Bill freaked him out. I think we’ve got ourselves some rare guys Regina, my love.”

Regina knew what was coming next, felt it in her flesh as well as her mind. Looking quickly at the closet, she tried to cut Stella off. “More than you know.”

But Stella was wound up, high on her memories of the far-out sex she had shared last night, and getting higher by talking about it to the wife of the man she had screwed and gone down on. She rushed on: “Oh Regina, I almost went out of my head, when Bill first stuck his nice, hard cock into me. It’s been so very long since I had any other prick but Chuck’s.”

Regina poured more brandy for them, not bothering to add coffee this time, splashing the potent liquor straight into the cups. She needed more courage, since she knew that Stella’s son was taking in everything his mother said, hiding there in the closet and no doubt jacking off by now. She considered telling Stella about him—later, of course, when Carey was out of earshot.

It was such a delicate subject, though, not like telling Stella that she had been screwing Chuck; that had been fairly easy, when they were both pretty well smashed. But clueing in Stella about her son, letting her know that Carey had been fucking her best friend...

Stella was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, and Regina said, “I know the wild sensation. It was the same when Chuck laid me the first time. Stella—what are we going to do about the kids, yours and mine?”

“Send them to summer camp? That would be a fine idea, get them out of our hair so we could just fuck and fuck.”

Carey would never stand still for that, Regina knew; not since he had tasted—figuratively speaking—his first pussy. He wasn’t about to settle for a kids’ camp, when he was so intent upon a woman’s cunt. But maybe the others?

Regina said, “I don’t know. My boy is older than yours, and feels he’s beyond such things as summer camps.”

Stella giggled over her drink. “Then get him a girl and a motel, keep him gone for at least a weekend.”

Laughing with her friend, Regina said, “Now there’s an idea. How about your own children?”

“Them? Little Carey and Judy? I’ll admit that they’re real good looking kids, but they’re very young. Too young, I’d say. They still chew bubble gum.”

Regina looked at the closet and wondered what Carey thought about that opinion. Stella was in for a shock, no doubt. But who was going to tell her? Regina was fast losing her nerve, and Carey wasn’t going to pop out of that closet to confront his mother.

She said, “Oh, I don’t know, Stella; kids grow up fast these days, and as mothers, we just don’t recognize that fact. We try to keep them babies, when they’re actually young adults.”

“Here’s to young adults,” Stella grinned, “and to old kids like us. We’ll keep shipping the real kids to movies or whatever, or leave them home and go to a motel.”

Regina finished her brandy and made a face. “Wow! If I don’t knock off this stuff, I won’t be much good by evening. And Stella—” she paused, not knowing exactly how to go about the next thing she wanted to say, but it needed to be said, all the same. “Stella, about that little moment between us last night—I never—well, I never felt that way about any other woman before. I never even imagined it.”

Dark and beautiful, Stella’s eyes held hers for a long, penetrating moment. “I know what you mean; I never did, either. I’ve only heard about it, and I swear it never seemed to hold any interest for me. Until last night, when I was so hot, so stirred up and ready for even more loving.”

Nodding, Regina said softly, “There was a—a pull, a tenderness. We’re not queer, not lesbians, but at that moment, I wondered what it would be like to—to hold you and love you.”

“Me, too.” Stella breathed. And I’m getting eager right now, bringing it out into the open like this. Regina—”

She’d almost forgotten the kid in the closet, but Regina remembered him just in time. “Darling—there’s something I have to do first; really. Tonight; I promise you, we’ll do something about that tonight, when the guys are worn down. Will that be all right, Stella?”

“Sure,” Stella said, not sounding sure. “If you’d rather not—”

“Oh darling, I do want to! It’s just—” desperately, Regina winked and grimaced, made a motion toward the closet. “—just that I think someone else is in the house right now. We don’t want to spoil anything.”

Stella winked back and stood up, wobbling a little. “Oh, I get it. Okay, dear; I’ll hold you to your promise tonight. Your place or mine?”

“Over here,” Regina answered quickly. “I’ll have something to eat, some rum punch—”

Drifting near, Stella put her hands upon Regina’s hips and looked up into her face. A smaller woman, her breasts didn’t reach nipple-to- nipple with Regina’s, but she pressed the conical mounds into Regina’s rib cage, and managed a caress with the tops of her tits against the bottom of Regina’s tits. The touch of them was a jolt, and so was the pressure of Stella’s soft mound against her thigh.

“Kiss me,” Stella murmured.

Her lips were very soft and mobile, and the wet brushing of her tongue was a damp flame. Regina put her arms around the other woman and drew her tightly to her body, kissing her fiercely and hungrily, their tongues blazing together, their teeth raking, clashing. Regina rubbed her pussy into the small, vibrant body, and had it rubbed back.

Gasping, Regina broke the embrace and stepped quickly back, holding on to the edge of the sink for support, her head spinning and her eyes gone suddenly hazy. “H-hey! That was too much. If we don’t—don’t break this up now, I’m not sure we ever will. Stella, please—”

“Okay; all right, darling. I’ll go now. I just wanted to be certain you felt the same way, had the same kind of fever raging in your belly. You do. So I can wait until tonight. See you then, pretty woman.”

With that parting shot, Stella was gone, leaving behind her a disturbed woman, a strangely aroused Regina Abbott who didn’t know which way to turn. She hadn’t really considered having sex with another woman, but now she was confused, teased into wanting something totally different.