Cathy Burton came down the stairs at the Porter house with a bright smile on her face. It was nice to have a friend who knew about her family so there was someone to talk to. Elaine wanted details, of course, but outside of her immediate family, Cathy couldn't provide any. Still, what she could tell her was listened to intently. Now Cathy was on her way to the market and home.
"Cathy."
Emily's voice stopped her, and she turned toward the living room. "Yes, Mrs. Porter?" Cathy walked into the living room where Emily was seated on the couch with a book.
"Come here a second," Emily said. She patted the cushion beside her and waited until Cathy sat down. "I'll get right to the point, young lady. The next time you want to fuck my husband, I'd appreciate it if you let me know."
Once again, Cathy had been surprised by the someone in the Porter family.
"Well, gosh, I guess it just happened, Mrs. Porter," she stammered, blushing. "I mean, it wasn't his fault, or anything."
"I know that, Cathy," Emily said. "Mostly not his fault, anyway."
"Well, anyway, I'm sure it won't happen again," Cathy said, feeling a yawning hole in the pit of her stomach. "Really. I promise."
Emily regarded the girl a moment, studying her nose and the angles of her cheekbones, the natural color of her hair. When she did speak, it was in a more forgiving tone. "I didn't say it couldn't happen," she said. "Just that I should know about it. Understand?"
Cathy smiled tentatively, thinking of how different the Porters were now from a couple months ago. Different as night and day.
"Well, okay, I guess," Cathy said, keeping her eyes fixed on Emily's. "I guess I'll tell you now that I do want to do it again."
"There. Simple communication is all we need," Emily said. "If I want to have sex with my husband, I don't want to find out he's been worn out by some teenager who got to him first."
"Oh. Well, then, I guess I'd have to come and do you in his place, wouldn't I?" Cathy smiled in the way that she knew melted men's resolution. Would it work on a woman? "I mean, I'd hate someone to be unfulfilled because of me."
"Well, that wouldn't be fair, wouldn't it?"
Cathy reached her left hand out and placed it on Emily's right breast. Emily squirmed, and pushed lightly at the hand, but it was only something for the record. She didn't move the hand away. She kept her eyes locked onto Cathy's eyes, even when the girl slid her hand up along her thigh to push lightly at treasure hidden behind the fabric at the crotch.
Emily watched her eyes moving closer, and closer, until they were too close to focus on both of them. By that time, the pressure of Cathy's lips had taken that focus away.
"I want to fuck you, too, Mrs. Porter,' Cathy whispered in Emily's ear before kissing down the side of her neck. "I want to suck on your clit." She was unbuttoning Emily's blouse now, still kissing around the older woman's throat. "I want you to eat me, Mrs. Porter. Eat me and fuck me with your fingers."
Suddenly, Emily began returning her efforts, and they moved with greater urgency to get each other's clothing off while still kissing passionately. Soon, their clothing was out of the way of their hands and tongues. And the taller, auburn haired, forty-two year-old mother of two pulled the blonde, eighteen year-old high school graduate's head down to her own wet groin. She laid back against the arm of the couch with one leg up over the back and the other hooked around Cathy's back and reveled in the mounting glory of her approaching climax. It was quick and abrupt, but it was beautiful...