Meet and Greet
Chapter 9

His hands slid under her shirt again,fumbling at the front of her bra.He cupped her breasts,squeezed them,rubbed them, then pulled the bra down so they tumbled out at him.Her nippleswere already as hard as diamonds,aching to be suckled and loved,and Darryl complied, taking one into his mouth and nipping it between his teeth.

Leaning into him,she gasped as she wrapped both arms around his neck and hugged him close. “It unhooks in the back,” she whispered.The straps were cutting into her shoulders;another minute and she'd undo the bra herself,but she didn't want to lose the feel of his tongue on her teat or the press of his face against her chest. Her panties were wet with her desire;her cunt ached for him,for all of him,she wanted this,she wanted it now."Darryl,it—”

"Got it."He reached around behind her and unhooked the bra,and she breathed in relief as the full weight of her loosened breasts fell into his hands.He turned his attention onto the other nipple,licking and sucking until that one stood out as hard as its twin. Then he ran a hand down her stomach,angling for the zipper on her jeans.

She tried leaning him back onto the bed but he caught himself onhis elbows and worked her zipper down as he divided his attention between her breasts. “God,I've missed these,”he sighed,nibbling and sucking on first one,then the other,teasing her with his tongue and teeth and lips. His hand eased down the front of her jeans,over the top of her panties, his forefinger easily finding the slit of her sex.

When he pressed her clit through the thin fabric of her underwear,Kimmy gasped in delight and arched away from him."Oh God,yes.”

Out in the den,Scott coughed.

It was a discrete sound,not meant to be intrusive, but it reminded her they weren't alone.Suddenly she felt more naked than she would have if she were completely nude,and she climbed off from on top of Darryl to sit beside him on the bed,gripping the sides of her shirt closed. “I—I can't do this,"she whispered.

Darryl rolled over onto his side and pouted up at her. His lips were swollen and too red, which only made his eyes look even more pale than usual."What's wrong?We were doing so well."He reached out and trailed one finger down her décolletage,then farther,down between her breasts.

She didn't shake him off.She wanted him, she did-now more than ever.But she didn't want to play to an audience. Tilting her head towards the den, she half-whispered, half-mouthed the words, "Can't he go somewhere else while we...?" "He's my husband,"Darryl argued softly."I can't just kick him out of the room."

Why not?Kimmy thought, but kept her mouth shut.

Darryl dropped his gaze to his finger,now nestled between her breasts. The hint of a smile toyed at the edges of his mouth.“Besides,it kind of turns me on knowing he can hear us.I know he'll get off on it."

Kimmy blinked in surprise.She hadn't thought of that.Relaxing her grip on her shirt,she let it fall open and Darryl ran his fingers over one nipple before pinching it."Really?"

He tugged at her teat,then leaned forward to catch it between his lips.“Just relax.Pretend he isn't there."

A sudden thought occurred to her,and before she could think it through-before she could even stop herself from suggesting it she asked, "Why not invite him to join us,then?"

Darryl's gaze snapped up to meet hers. His mouth opened, releasing her breast.His tongue licked out,wetting his lips,and when he swallowed, she could hear a dry click somewhere in the back of his throat."Oh, he'd never go for that,”he murmured.

But something in his voice said he liked the idea.

Slipping out of her shirt and bra, Kimmy tossed them to the floor."Why not? The bed's big enough for three.And you two are already together,right?"When he nodded,she asked," So what's the big deal?Invite him in."

Her heart stuttered anxiously; if hooking up with a random hot guy in a hotel room at a convention scored high on her list of things she never thought she'd do,then having a threesome with him and his equally hot husband scored off the charts. Her clitoris pounded now with a deep ache she felt all the way into the center of her being,an insatiable desire that begged to be filled.If Darryl or Scott or someone didn't do something soon,she'd have to take matters into her own hands and rub oneout because God, she needed release.

When Darryl reached for her breasts again, Kimmy gave him a playful shove."Go on,get him."

Incredibly,Darryl shook his head."He isn't really into girls."He snagged the open fly of her jeans and tried to tug her closer, but she resisted.“Come on,Kimmy.He's fine out there by himself."

"He'd be better in here with us,"she argued. "What do you mean, he doesn't like girls? He seemed nice enough to me earlier."

"He doesn't get off on them."Darryl sighed. “Can't we just get back to where we were two seconds ago?Please?"

But in his words Kimmy heard a challenge.Slipping off the side of the bed,she stepped out of her pants, peeled off her panties, too,and left them on the floor with her shirt and bra.When she stood naked before Darryl,he let out an appreciative wolf whistle and patted the mattress."Damn,sexy.Get back over here." "I'm going to go get your husband, "Kimmy told him.

Darryl sighed. "I told you, he isn't interested."

Leaning onto the mattress, she dangled her hair and breasts before him in what she hoped was a tantalizing manner."How can he not be?" "He isn't bi like me, okay?"Darryl reached out to touch her,then sighed when she stood up."Come on,babe."

"Everyone's bi to some degree,” she told him."Haven't youever heard that no one tests a hundred percent gay or straight on the Kinsey scale?"With that,she flipped her hair over her shoulder,turned on her heel,and exited the bedroom. Scott sat on the couch, right where they'd left him, the TV remote in one hand as he stared at the screen. The TV itself was turned down low, and he had a distracted look on his face, as if he'd been listening in on what Kimmy and Darryl were saying a moment before but wanted to look busy when he heard her come into the den.He glanced over at her,just a flicker of his eyes,then thumbed the OFF button on the remote and turned his head completely to stare.

Kimmy suppressed a grin.Not interested, my ass,she thought,savoring Scott's wide eyes and slack cheeks.Gay or not, he sure took his time checking out her bare body,her pendulous breasts and slight belly above the V of her crotch.The way he looked at her made her tingle all over.It was palpable,that stare,as tactile as if it were his hands trailing down over herskin and not merely his gaze.

Bending one knee seductively, she purred, "Like what you see?"