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It wasn’t long before I found myself opening my front door and leading Pete, Amy and Tracy into my freshly cleaned house. I mentally thanked myself for deciding to do that early and not just firing up some video game or other.
“What’ll it be?” I asked, leading them into my spacious living room and stepping behind the bar.
“This,” Amy said loudly, dropping to the couch and leaning down to unstrap her shoes. “That’s so much better.” she purred, wiggling her toes and sinking them into the thick rug. “I’m sorry about the bar, thanks for looking out for me, and thanks for letting us continue our night. Do you have any whiskey?”
“Whiskey for me too,” said Tracy, joining her friend on the couch and leaning back, stretching languidly as she adopted a relaxed pose.
“Of course” I say, a little surprised given the sweet, fruity concoctions the girls had been drinking at the bar. I poured four measures of one of my better single malts and took them to Pete and the ladies, noticing the change in the girls now that they were not out in public. “And you don’t need to apologise for assholes. I’m sorry that people thought they could do something like that to you.”
“They were friends of my ex. I guess they thought it was funny or that I wouldn’t mind, but I wasn’t planning on flashing the whole bar,” A cheeky smile crossed Amy’s face “At least not without a few more drinks.”
We all laughed, thankful that the ordeal hadn’t left her feeling too down. I went to sit in an adjacent armchair, but Tracy caught my eye and gestured at the space next to her on the couch. A small war raged in my mind before I quashed it and went to sit next to her. As I settled in I felt her snuggle against my side slightly. I looked over at Pete who gave me a sly wink and took a sip of his whiskey.
“This is good.” Tracy said, taking a sip from her glass.
“One of the perks of having finished my PhD a over a decade ago,” I said, the warmth of the whiskey spreading through me, and the warmth of Tracy’s body very obvious against my side. “is that now I can afford all the things that i wanted back when I was studying”
“Cheers to that!” said Pete, raising his glass.
“So where’s your wife?” Amy said, cracking my mood slightly and feeling Tracy tense and shift slightly away from me.
“Um.” I started, trying to think through the haze of lust that was still fogging my mind
“Just kidding, I don’t care.” Amy laughed. “I just wanted to see you squirm. Trace has a thing for married dudes, and I’ve got my eye on something else.” she winked at Pete
“Amy!” Tracy yelled at her friend. “I do not!”
“You can lie to yourself but not to me,” Amy shot back, before rising from the couch next to Tracy and walking over to Pete, positioning herself on his lap. “Now you can have enough space and don’t have to be all cramped against him.”
Pete looked a little surprised, but not as surprised as I was when I felt Tracy relax against me, retorting with “I know I don’t have to,” she leaned against me “But he’s nice and warm and this dress isn’t.” She lifted my arm and draped it around herself, my hand dropping alarmingly close to the plunging neckline of her dress.
I could feel my pulse racing as I felt her soft body pressing into me, and I was extra surprised to see Pete and Amy whispering to each other. I felt myself starting to stiffen before a buzz between Tracy and I jolted me back to reality. Tracy laughed as I struggled to get my phone from my pocket, moving just enough that I could reach it but ensuring that I had to run my hand over her as I did.
‘Hi honey. I’ve made it to my hotel. I hope you’re having fun without me. I’m bushed, so I’m going to go to bed, hope you’re ok with a text instead of a call.’
Tracy laughed as she read the message and grabbed the phone out of my hands.
“What do you call your wife?” she asked playfully as she tapped at the phone’s screen.
“Um. Oh. Sweety, I guess.” I felt a little shock of panic as she deftly tapped out a reply, her delicate fingers flowing over the screen with practiced ease.
