“Veronica as well,” Kevin said, and he nuzzled the back of her neck. She giggled and pulled his arm tighter against herself.
“Yes, she’s incredible,” Tyler said, sitting, and resting his hand boldly on Linda’s exposed leg at the bottom edge of her skirt. She warmed and pulsed, and his next words faded under the seductive impact. “In many other ways, as well.” Had Tyler just told her husband that he could have sex with his wife? The thought of Kevin fucking this woman hit her with a power she had not expected, a rush of lust and incomprehensible desire to imagine, to watch, to see. And it struck her, then, that Tyler was clearing the way for his seduction of her as well, and she felt her pussy ache and moisten again at the thought.
“Maybe we should take this somewhere else,” Veronica offered, “but first, I have to find the ladies room,” she added. She slipped herself from Kevins’s arms, giving Linda’s husband a gentle squeeze as she extricated herself and shuffled from the seat, sliding out towards Linda. As she emerged, Linda saw the movement had pulled her skirt high; reaching the edge of the cushioned bench, the lower hem was above her legs, and Linda got a glimpse of naked shaved pussy between her thighs. The woman was wearing no underwear! Kevin had been feeling bare ass through her skirt!
“Oopsie!” she laughed with a raised eyebrow to Linda, and dropped her skirt when she stood, and then extended a hand to her. “Come with me, Linda,” the younger girl offered, and robotically, still musing at her bold attire, she stood and they walked, her hand resting lightly in Veronica’s. She walked behind the other woman as if in a dream, disconnected and careless of the sudden departure from her accepted reality.
The rest room, thankfully, was empty as Veronica turned to her while the door closed. “I just wanted us to talk, first,” she said, sounding almost conspiratorial; friends sharing a secret. “To make sure you were okay. You seem a little,” she touched Linda’s upper arm, holding it tenderly, “flustered.” She smiled, a warm and friendly smile, but there was a danger behind her eyes. No, she thought. Not danger. Daring. “Tyler and I, we play, together. You know what I’m talking about?”
Linda thought she knew where this conversation was going because her imagination was already there. But she shook her head, not trusting her feelings to lead her, wanting to hear the words; for real. “We play around. With others,” Veronica explained. “We swing with other couples,” she added plainly. “We like you guys; we’ve been hanging out off and on for the last few days, and we like you. A lot. I saw you with Tyler; the attraction is obvious. But we didn’t know if you guys were up for it.”
“Kevin seems to be,” she heard herself say, and Veronica’s smile spread across her face.
“Yes, he does. But I get the feeling this is not something you’ve done before?”
“Oh, gods, no,” she blurted, then heard how it sounded. “Oh, I didn’t mean, I mean, what you do is, you know, I don’t think badly-”
“It’s okay, I’ve heard worse. I just wanted to know if you had done this before, or if you were newbies. And listen, if you decide it’s not for you, hey, that’s okay, I understand. But it looked like you and Ty were connecting pretty well, there.” She inclined her head. “I wanted to know if we were overstepping, if you were comfortable.”
“I, uh…” she stammered.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes,” she blurted before she could think, her body speaking for her.
“O-oh,” she grinned, eyebrows lifting, “good,” Veronica winked. “You’re gonna enjoy Ty, I just know it.” She leaned in and kissed Linda on the cheek. “I gotta pee,” she snickered. Linda went into a stall as well, relieving the pressure of her bladder, wondering if it really would go as far as the other woman had said. Wondering if she wanted it to. Wondering if she would stop it. Wondering what it will be like. Lost in thought, she almost missed the question from the other stall.
“You’re okay with Kevin fucking me?”
She found herself unable to answer. It was in the open now; real, not imaginary. Not possible. Probable. Likely, even.
“Because I’m really hot for him,” Veronica prattled on from the next stall, undaunted by her lack of answer. “I can’t wait to see his cock; it’s been pressing against me all night. I’m gonna suck him till he cries, I swear,” she blurted, then flushed.
Still sitting, Linda realized she was done, and pushed the image of Veronica of her knees in front of Kevin out of her mind and finished her business. She came out to see her at the sink, waiting for her.
“So? You okay with that?”
The image returned in a rush when she saw the lust on the other woman’s face, a reflection of what she was feeling. Kevin with his head back, cock hard and jutting from his trim torso, shaft in Veronica’s mouth.
“Y-yes, yes,” she stammered, then gushed, “can I watch?”
“Fuck yeah, you bet!” she answered enthusiastically, and hugged her tightly. “O-oh, for a first-timer, you want the whole deal! You’re a dirty one, aren’t you?”
She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to reconcile the comment with her self-impression. No, she thought, I’ve never been the dirty one. But the expression that looked back at her from the mirror told a different story, a naughty, daring and exciting tale of debauched desire and willing flesh and wildness unexplored.
“Maybe,” she confessed. “Maybe I am. I just-” she turned to her, biting her bottom lip. “I just never felt like this before, never imagined…”
Veronica hunched her shoulders and wrinkled her nose. “If you’re lucky, sweetie,” she intoned, “you won’t have to imagine!”
She followed the woman who wanted her husband back to the table through the sparse crowd; trancelike, floating on feet that carried her to the evening’s destiny without prompting from her brain. She watched as Veronica squealed, seeing the men rise from the table like gentlemen, and flung her arms out prancing towards them, and throwing herself at Kevin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders and planted a big, friendly kiss right on his lips. Then Tyler was at her side, silently slipping his arm around her back, lightly touching her, his fingers caressing, reigniting the promise of what could be as he escorted her to a seat next to him.
Veronica plopped herself into Kevin’s lap, laying her head in his shoulder. She saw his hand emerge from behind her, holding her tightly to him. Veronica put her face into his ear, and she watched her husband’s mouth and eyes drop open.