Message-ID: <46616asstr$1076638203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402121313.c82aa50@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 21:13:09 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 Feb 2004 13:13:09 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 09/94 by jane Lines: 348 Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 21:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate Author: jane Title: Glimpses 09/94 Summary: Tina and Peter have a grownup sleepover with their friends. Keywords: none Length: 2361 words Copyright: c. 2004 *Chapter Two* *Fall, 1996* *25 October 1996, Friday* _one kiss can complicate a life immensely ... marshas grade twelve year began clandestinely ... she hid her feelings from her peers and from her mother ... she redefined a friendship ... she traded freedom for an unexpected lover ... anna was busy with her classes, had started jogging on that trail ... but sometimes late at night she put aside her lesson plans and paced around the basement ... shed absently perused the staff directory ... ran her fingers down the list to olson comma francis ... she nearly made the call ... but every time, her courage failed her ... she let it slide ... slippery slopes, she thought, are best avoided from the start ... remember tina ... the queen of bedroom fancy ... shes started online chatting while peter was at work ... she talked with strangers on the internet, to women who seduced her ... they helped her dream the details of her fantasy with mai ... they paved the way for meeting me ... haha ... chicago ..._ § They'd made the plan last Tuesday, Doug and Peter, at their office. "Come for dinner Friday," Doug had offered. "Mai's off. Spend the night. Start early Saturday, and miss the exodus." Peter had approved. _Why not_, he thought. _Avoid the weekend traffic that always clogs the Kennedy. A pleasant drive: four daylight hours to cross the state instead of six on Friday night. A sunrise start from Niles, their little bachelor flat. There'll still be lots of campsites._ "Makes sense. I'll check with Tina first." Their partners settled things that evening. "Mai says they're in the middle of the move." Tina listened on the phone with one hand covering the mouthpiece doing play-by- play for Peter. "They're still inviting us to spend the night. She says they'll find a place for me in bed between them." He'd snorted, had recognized his wife's attempt to rouse him. He'd listened to them reminisce about fall colours and memories of last year's camping trip. He'd stood beside her, patient, massaging neck and shoulders, while they'd planned the menu and divvied up the work. "You're sure? We'll see you Friday as soon as Peter's home from work. I'd better go. He's getting frisky." That was Tuesday. Tonight, the gear was packed, the supper eaten, the wine was almost gone. They'd played some Scrabble games, and now the couples talked of sleep, an early start tomorrow. Outside, an autumn rain decayed into a sprinkle, then a mist, but wind still beat against their windows. Mai and Peter replaced the wooden tiles into their pouch. Christina yawned and listened to the distant roll of thunder. Doug weighed the chances skies might clear before the morning. "Just one more day of Indian Summer," he pleaded. "I can't see driving all that way in _this_." Peter closed the carton. He looked at Mai who stared into the night, brows furrowed. "But _if_," soothed Tina, "if the rain is really over ... It's sheltered there. We'd be okay." "Shiva should've counted," Douglas grumbled. "She's about fertility." In their second round of Scrabble, Mai had said that every word must have erotic overtones; slang and capitals accepted as long as it was sex. Douglas pouted. _Everything thing is win or lose for you. Poor bastard. Even work. It's not enough to be my super. You have to prove it on some stupid tennis court. Or golf. It's always: be the best. I'll never know what Mai and Tina see in you._ "Shiva" would have given him the game, but it had fit too perfectly. It scored too much; it didn't suit the tone. _This was just for fun. Everybody peeked. We helped each other. Mai cheated constantly to keep it close. The wine, I guess. Our awkward try at "daring."_ "She is a He, Douglas," Mai interceded. A librarian at the university, her jet back hair cascading to her waist, she chained her words with silken threads, flecked them with a hint of Cantonese. She placed the game inside a half-full box of books, bending from the waist, her satin skirt ascending for a peek at slender thighs. "That game was fun. We must play those rules more often." Peter stared; Tina caught him, winked, and they exchanged a private smile. Then Peter quickly changed the subject. "What time is it? We should be out of here by six." "Blue skies." Mai topped their glasses with the dregs. "As early as we can. The second game has made it late." "Blue sky," Peter toasted. "You've been busy with the packing. It's tiring, just to look at all this work. You're sure there's space for us?" "The futon is for you. Tuesday the van will take this mess." Mai gestured. "We will all sleep there." She nodded to the bedroom, smiling. "Unless this game creates insomnia." The innuendo caught him off his guard. _Fits the pattern, though. A challenge with no takers. When someone gets a little intimate we back away. Scared to lose this friendship. Scared of something._ His wife now upped the ante, "We'll try strip poker next." "Great. But, tomorrow at the camp. Right now, we need to sleep. We want to get there early." Peter closed the door. "Peter is right. Everything is ready now," called Mai, pulling towels from a closet in the hall. "I'll make sure," said Doug. The place had been just his before inviting Mai to share it. She'd seemed content with tiny spaces. Douglas wanted bigger, closer to his job. "Are you sure we're not imposing?" Tina called. Peter answered. "This is great. We'd probably just be pulling in. Wrestling with the tent at night in rain." "It has been a lovely evening here. Now we must sleep. Peter has a long drive," said Mai. Doug announced, "All set." "You go ahead. I will have my shower now," Mai told the others. "The morning will go faster." § Christina lay by Peter on the futon, making mental notes for future games. Two things struck her. One was, a lamp without a shade beside the waterbed. The filament was sculpted as a flower, shimmering in pinks and softer greens across an azure ground. Too bright for sleeping, it hypnotized, Oz-like, with fields of magic blooms and rainbow songs that numbed her mind. The second was her husband. _Or Doug? Both? Pete's awake. Doug's so close if I reached out ... Maybe playing 'possum. He's breathing. Hasn't said a word since we came in. Peter's just in boxers. We're so freaking close. Just be cool here, Girl._ Tina wore a nightgown, bra and panties. _Dumb. The bra. What look was I attempting, Julie Andrews? Too late now. Unless I use the john when Mai gets back. It cuts right into me. But Peter's tried already to unhook it. Not starting that, not here. He can wait until tomorrow in the tent._ She'd grabbed his hand and held it till he quit. _How far would he have gone in front of Douglas?_ A squeak. The doorknob interrupted. It opened slowly, letting black invade the room. Mai drifted through it like a wisp of smoke, a vapour, olive skin now glowing in the ghostly gloom. Her gown, now gossamer, now changed from peach to lime as she approached the light, transparent as she blocked the eerie lamp. Clearly, there was nothing underneath it. _God damn._ Ballerina-like, Mai crossed her arms, bent slightly at the knee and clasped the filmy hem, then lifted slowly. Gracefully, she raised her nightdress up across her body, past her head, though endless hair. Now naked. _Oh my God, Sis. What's going on?_ Mai faced the futon, her head craned toward her boyfriend on the bed. The satin slipped from agile fingers, changing colours as it fell into the shadow on the floor. Coal-black pubic curls were trimmed into a tidy, narrow vee. Eager nipples yearned from breasts, petite. Now, she glowed in flickers of the light. Now, she slipped onto the bed and covered up with just the sheet. Tina froze inside the pounding of her heart, fearful it was over, that a careless word or even thought might spoil its resonance. Then, Peter interrupted. He put his elbow in her rib, his mouth across her ear, his urgency extending on her hip. "God." He breathed each word. "Don't let this end. Do something." _Like what? She frowned. Damn you. Put it onto me! Pathetic. And what am I'm supposed to do? It's not your fantasy this time. It's Mai's? It's mine._ She didn't analyze. She moved. Just stretched, at first, to gain momentum. _Relax. Don't think. Just keep on moving. A chance like this won't ever come again._ Mai helped. She gave a smile that she could lean on. Their eyes connected, steadied Tina as she made the awkward journey from beneath the covers, off the low futon, to stand within the tiny aisle between their beds. "It's too warm ..." She faltered. _Lame. Just keep your mouth shut._ Mai's eyes assured her, chocolate, coaxing her to move. Her fingers trembled on the four small buttons that opened up her front. _No stopping now. Don't think. Just move. Focus on Mai's smile._ She pulled the heavy nightgown off, then folded it, and draped it on the low bed frame. _Oh, God. You're crazy, Girl. What if they laugh?_ The room reverberated with the sound of valves within her heart exploding closed and open. Peter touched her ankle. _Oh yeah, Support me now. Now it's done._ She pulled away. _Those eyes of Mai's._ Her bra unfastened in the front. She moved. It fell onto her feet. Her breasts, swollen with excitement, now were freed. She slid her panties down. _Stay cool. You did it, Girl._ _What's next?_ Mai's stare controlled her. _Slip back in bed with Peter? Shut our eyes? Pretend to sleep? Go slow. Be careful. Is this crazy?_ She stood in Mai's warm gaze. _She's telling me to move._ Two careful steps along the bed. _Side-step the corner._ Mai scooted over, making room as Tina sat and softly muttered, _"Snälla, lilla_ me." "What is that?" asked Mai. "It means I'm nice. I did good." "You are very nice." "I don't believe I did it." Douglas sat, propped up on elbows, showing off his sun- tanned pecs. He rubbed his full, brown beard. "Wow." Tina blushed. Mai, too, sat up, without an outward sign the sheet that slid down to her waist disturbed her. "No one seems too sleepy." "Maybe we should talk..." _Damn, Peter. Useless. I have to do it by myself. Just say it, Girl._ She looked at Mai for help and found it. "Confession. Sometimes we talk about you two. With us. Like this, I mean. Sexy." Peter blushed. "We have, too," a sheepish Douglas chimed. Mai's smile confirmed it. _Wimps. You leave it to the women._ With fingers, Tina combed a still-damp strand of Mai's long hair behind her shoulder, peeled it from a breast and felt a tingle from the contact. _Real. So different from the fiction I invented._ Mai's eyes still held her, asked for more. _What next?_ "You made it happen, Mai." Tina's gentle tone was their permission. Peter shucked his clothes, tripped across the futon, nearly toppling the lamp. He hopped one-legged, landed next to Tina on the waterbed, spread a wave across the queen-sized sheets. Suddenly the men had tongues. They told in detail how the fantasies had run: stolen glances, furtive touches, plans that came undone. They seemed intent on counting coup for what their mates had wrought, to use their longer vocal cords to try to gain control. Mai brought them down, touched their lips with outstretched fingers. "Too much talk. We must invite our guests to share our bed tonight." Peter looked dismayed. _You're crushed, poor man. You'd like to cut her from the herd. Lure her off somewhere. How would Douglas feel about that situation? Ticked at Mai for taking over? She started it. She maybe knows what happens next._ Beneath the sheets a lull descended, a cool formality. A row of naked bodies, supine, aligned themselves and waited further orders. A giggle might have spawned hysteria. A tear, and they might flee. Tina, flesh to flesh with Mai, had Peter's raw erection at her other thigh. _He can't wait to reach across his wife to touch her friend. How can I think? Or feel? God._ Mai saved them. "Perhaps." She paused. "If I exchanged my place with Tina." _Yes. It's happening._ The penis resting on her leg saluted. _Move. Slow down. Don't start the bed in motion. Don't send Peter off the edge. Can I do this really? Naked in between our friends. Let Douglas feel me up? Lose touch with Peter touching Mai? Go slow. Don't think. Right arm first._ It swept the satin from her torso. _What's left to hide? Oh, her nipples on my arm. Like pebbles. Hot as fire. Right leg. Cross over. Careful. Pass her mound. Oh God, she's wet. As wet as me. Fuck! She rose a little from the mattress, pressed against my leg. Steady. Graceful, dammit. Move her hair away from where I want to put my weight. Gorgeous hair. Don't pull it. God, I'm right on top of her. Everything's ..._ It would have worked. Tina would have rolled across her, next to Doug. She would have, but for Mai's dark eyes, half closed, directing her, but for the soft, sweet moan that floated on a breath of jasmine. Their faces nearly passed each other. They almost passed, except that Tina's lips brushed Mai's, except, small fingers touched a hip. They rested casually at first, then growing heavy, stopped all further progress. Except, one set of nipples firm with longing rubbed another set of nipples just as firm and hungry. Breast to breast, Mai's tongue got tangled with her own. Mai led her, teased her lips onto her hungry brown areolae, at first one kiss, then another, and a tease. Then nibbling took place. Their clits became a rosary, a moaning litany while fingers counted beads, while tongues repeated. _Oh God, it must have been the wine._ This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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