Meet and Greet
Chapter 8

Kimmy didn't know what to expect,exactly,but a small part of her had wondered if Scott's leaving to get ice had been some sort of ruse to initiate things between herself and Darryl.It turned out,however, he really did go down the hall to get ice.

When he returned, the three of them retired to the den,each with a glass and their chosen poison in tow.The bucket of ice was placed in the middle of the coffee table like a centerpiece,within easy reach.Kimmy took the loveseat,and for a moment she thought Darryl would join her, but he chose thecorner seat on the couch closest to her instead, with Scott on his other side. Bottles were opened, alcohol flowed, a celebratory toast was made amid giggles and snickers. The peachschnapps was as smooth and sweet going down as Kimmy remembered, but instantly it left her feeling a bit woozy.She was glad she was already seated.

"So,the night's still young,"Scott said, fingering the remote control for the television, which stared at them from across the room like a blank,black eye. "What do you guys wantto do?"

Darryl and Kimmy exchanged a look that set her giggling again.This time she felt the schnapps tickling the back of her nose,and she knew she was going to get wasted before the evening was over.Which didn't sound like such a bad way to pass the time,really.Sharing a hot guy's bed while his boyfriend listened in from the other room...

A sudden jolt of lust shot through her at the thought, igniting her pussy and making her cheeks flush. Damn.Where'd that comefrom?

Knocking back the contents of his glass, Darryl leaned forward to pour another."I want to hear about what Ms.Kimbra Leigh isworking on now,”he announced. Scott groaned."God, bored."

"Shut up."Darryl turned his winning grin her way.“Kimmy?”

She tried chugging down her drink the way he had and almost choked. “A hangover,"she gasped,holding out her glass.“Can you pour me some more?”

"Long as you don't throw up in the bed,”he warned,but he took her glass and refilled it for her.“Tell us about your latest work in progress.”

With a wave of her hand, she shrugged."I'm sort of between stories at the moment.I just finished a shifter novel that will come out next Halloween—”

"Blah blah blah,"Scott droned, raising his voice to speak over her."Here's an idea—let's talk about something all three of us want to discuss."

Darryl gave him a playful punch in the arm. "Hush.When will I ever get the chance to pick this woman's brain again?"

"Next time you email her."Scott thumbed the power button on the remote and the TV clicked on.“Let's see what's on instead."

"It's Friday night. Nothing."Darryl turned to Kimmy,his eyes alight."Remember when our show used to come on Fridays at nine?I never missed it,ever,and if it was a new episode,I'd record it.I think I still have some of my tapes in the closet somewhere"

"Pack rat,"Scott interrupted. Leaning past his lover, he rolled his eyes at Kimmy."This man throws nothing away. He doesn't even delete his emails.He has a whole folder of all the messages you ever sent him.I'm serious! Do you even have anything to watch VCR tapes on anymore?I don't think so."

Darryl shoved him back onto the couch."I don't need to watch them.I have all the episodes on DVD now.God."

Kimmy giggled as she sipped her drink."You two are too cute.Though that may be the alcohol talking." "Do you have the DVDs?"Darryl wanted to know.

"I do,"Kimmy said.She nodded for emphasis, then wondered ifit were possible for her to be drunk from only two drinks. How much alcohol was in schnapps, anyway? Doesn't really matter, does it?I don't normally drink.Half a beer and I'm buzzed sothis...this was already more than that.

Scott flicked through the television channels, bored with their conversation."Go over there and talk to her.I'm tired of hearing about your show and your fan fiction and your favorite author already."

With a laugh, Darryl told him, "You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to come with me to this convention."But he stood and stumbled over Kimmy's legs to plop down beside her on the loveseat. Leaning heavily against her,he rested hischin on her shoulder and stared up into her face.When he sighed, his breath smelled like liquor,and she thought it might set her blood aflame."Hey."

She reached out to touch the tip of his nose and missed,her finger landing in the divot in the middle of his upper lip instead. “Hay is for horses.I thought we were going to have sex.”

From across the room, Scott let out a sharp bark of laughter."She don't mess around, does she?Fuck me now,she says."

Darryl opened his mouth and sucked in Kimmy's finger before she could pull it away.His lips and tongue were soft and hot and wet,and the way they suctioned around her digit made her clit throb. His gaze never left hers, his eyes as pale as the alcohol in her glass,earnest and bright as his cheeks worked at her fingertip.She felt the nip of teeth, then his tongue rubbing along the underside of her finger,a rapid,ticklish motion that made her grin.

Plucking her finger from between his lips,she murmured,“Givethat back."

He leaned forward until he could press his nose to the hollow ofher throat. His lips puckered and kissed, leaving a damp imprint of his mouth just inside the collar of her shirt. There he whispered, "Want to go in the other room?" Kimmy looked over at Scott, but he was fixated on the TV.He could have been alone for all the attention he paid them.Still...

"What about him?" she whispered.

Darryl shrugged and one arm came up around her waist to pull hercloser to him."What about him?We can do it here if you'd rather he watched."

The thought made Kimmy's belly flop."No, the bedroom's fine."

Darryl stood and helped her to her feet, which was a good thing because she stumbled from the drink, and her first step almost landed her back onto the loveseat. With a last look over her shoulder at Scott, she followed Darryl behind the cut- out partition into the suite's bedroom.

The moment they had disappeared from view, Scott called out after them, "Have fun."

Kimmy's belly did that little flop again."I don't know if I can do this," she murmured.

But Darryl was already sitting on the edge of the bed, legs open,and he guided her into the space between them."Do what?" he asked,wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her near. “He's right there,”Kimmy whispered.“He'll hear us.”

Pushing her shirt up over the waistband of her jeans,then further, to expose a swath of her stomach,Darryl kissed the smooth skin and murmured into her fluttering flesh,“Then don't be too loud.”

His lips were warm on her stomach, his tongue wet and ticklish where it licked a path up from her navel.Deftly he unbuttoned her shirt,opening it as he kissed his way up her abdomen. His hands cradled her breasts through her shirt,massaging them through the fabric.Gently at first,then with growing ardor,insistent,when he felt her nipples stiffen beneath his palms.She fisted her hands through his hair as he buried his face in her ample bosom,his tongue slipping up under the wire of her bra to dance along the underside of her heavy breasts.

"Kimmy, "he sighed, his breath hot and humid,sending shiversthrough her body."I've dreamed of this moment for years.Every time I read your stories,I want to show you just how much they turn me on."