2 comments/ 79224 views/ 5 favorites Another Friday Night By: Exporoni I sensed it. She wants to go out, to Nino's for Mexican food and drinks. We haven't been in months so I was surprised when she told me. She asks me to fix her a drink so I make us both Margaritas. As she dresses she goes out on the deck to smoke a cigarette, but when she comes to finish her beauty ritual I smell a hint of the hemp. By the time she is ready, her drink is gone and she asks if there is more. I realize she is planning on totally 'disconnecting' or should I say getting shitfaced?! I pour her a couple of ounces of straight '1800' and watch as she throws it down in a couple of swallows along with the salt and lime (I forget the order). We leave. It's about 30 minutes to Nino's. It has been our Friday night 'thing'. Always the same waiter, who would seat us in the bar and then bring our food and drink order without asking. And always the same busboy, Max. Max is about thirty, curly black hair, wide smile and very broken English. When you talk to Max he usually grins and nods giving the feeling that whatever was said was never received. But Max loves to see us and would always come over to 'talk'. She would flirt with Max, and made a point of catching his eye. As he would visit our table she would touch his arm and treat him as an old friend. Never overtly sexual but enough of a tease that Max was interested. She was subtle and the few times we had met her brother and sister they weren't aware of the looks or how she plays with Max. Nino's closes at 10 PM on Fridays and it was a little past nine when we arrive. It's deserted but has thinned out considerably, maybe less than a third full. The bar has only two other couples besides us. Our favorite waiter is gone , the one that knew where to seat us, what food to bring us and most important, he always brought our Margaritas the minute we sat down. Well, guess we'll have to break in someone new. We sit in a booth at the far end of the bar. The bench on her side ran the width of the room. She sits down on the bench but not in the booth. Her dress was calf-length and buttoned down the front. The neck was low-cut, displaying ample cleavage. She wears some very sexy ankle boots with stiletto heels. Sitting there smiling, she lets me see that she has unbuttoned her dress up past her knees. Then with an even bigger smile and a wave, she spots Max. To my total surprise, she puts her hand on her leg, her upper thigh, and with Max still watching from across the room, she slowly begins rubbing the inside of her leg. Opening her legs wider, she begins moving her hand up to the very top of her leg then back down. Max and I both find out that she has left her panties at home. I know I am shocked and turning to look at Max, his smile is much wider than usual. She begins to massage both thighs with her hands. Pushing her dress away from legs, she moves her hands to her pussy and begins pulling her lips open, pinching her lips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Max suddenly appears at my side. She asks if he likes it. She has never done anything like this to Max. Sure she has flashed and put on little shows in the past but not at Nino's, our Friday night hang-out and not like this. Max and I didn't complain. Seeing our waiter approaching she covers up and slides into the booth. Max disappears as we place our order, then I excuse myself to the rest room. Returning to the table, from across the bar I can see Max has returned and sits next to her. She has his hand under the table with hers on top guiding him as she has him fingering and rubbing her wet pussy. Seeing me approaching, Max bolts to his feet as if he has just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She continues caressing herself trying to assure Max it is okay. Reaching for Max's hand as I approach I bring his fingers to my nose, nod and smile. He gets the message, these gringos are fucking loco! We eat our meal as Max goes about his job, bussing tables, filling the salt and pepper shakers, etc. Every time he comes into the bar she teases him, at one point putting her foot up in the seat, knee above the table with her dress wide open. The other people in the bar don't have a clue as she unbuttons the top of her dress and pulls her bra down away from both breast. Sitting there exposed she begins to squeeze her tits for Max to admire, she pinches hard on her nipples and twists them, pulling them out as if trying to pull them off. Taking her dinner knife by the blade, she seductively rubs the cool handle against her nipples making them even harder. Then moving the knife beneath the table she begins using it as a dildo, sliding it slowly in and out her wet hole. Her eyes are fixed behind me where Max is standing, frozen as he watches her put the knife handle to her mouth and slowly lick her juices. She tells me he has his hand on his crotch, trying to show her his erection. Then suddenly she said she would be back, that she is going to the rest room. After what seemed an eternity, she returns smiling and a bit breathless. Max had intercepted her on the way to the rest room and took her into the men's room. Locking the door, he took her hand and placed it on his cock and asked if she liked it. She told me his swollen head was sticking out the top of his slacks as she felt of him. Surprising even herself she leaned forward to lick and stick her tongue into the hole oozing his precum. She didn't know who was trying to undo his belt and zipper faster as two sets of hands tried to free his dick. Kneeling in front of Max, he took her head in both hands and rammed his freed member into her mouth, rapidly fucking her face. She could taste his cum when someone rattled the door knob, startling both of them. She said Max jumped, causing her to lose her balance and fall back on her ass. While he hurriedly zipped up, she sat there, dazed, legs wide open, pussy, swollen, and fully exposed, not realizing Max was about to open the door. And he did and in walked a heavy-set guy as Max rushed out. She said he smiled and offered his hand to help her up. Not saying a word she went next door to the women's rest room to straighten herself up. Laughing, we decide we should leave but as an afterthought she wants to finish Max off. Having just barely started sucking him she wants him to enjoy her ability as a cocksucker and let him shoot his wad and also get a taste of her pussy. So we park across the street and wait for Max to get off work. And we wait and wait until about 10:30. Of course we amuse ourselves in the usual way! Then at last we spot Max leaving, except he is with two other people, one of the waiters and the little woman that tends bar. Damn!! We leave, driving south, down MacArthur to Christie's Toy Box, an adult novelty and book/video store. We have had more than a few good experiences in the parking lot, flashing those unsuspecting guys that are trying to find a good stroke mag or video. She has been the object of quite a number of male jack-off fantasies. She has even participated in some of the ejaculations!! Parking we wait for about fifteen minutes but find no worthwhile candidates, so we decide to head home. Taking the long way around, we drive down I-44 north when she asks me to exit on 36th. Aaahhh, one more shot, there's another adult store nearby and she tells me to go there. There are three cars out front and we park next to one and in a matter of minutes a young black guy in his early twenties comes out and gets in the car on my side. Glancing over his shoulder at us while he backs out he stops. I had been watching him and didn't realize she had taken her arms out of her dress and removed her bra and was sitting on the edge of her seat completely topless! Cupping her breasts in each hand she massages them while smiling at him. He pulls back in the parking space then slides over to the side of his car closest to us. He and I both roll our windows down while she continues to play with her tits. He's smiling, shaking his head obviously in disbelief as she attempts to arch her back as she raises her ass off the seat trying to show him her pussy. Pulling her dress away from her crotch she begins to quickly finger herself with two fingers. I motion for him to come over, and as he gets out, he starts to walk to my side but I point him to hers. Walking around to her window he leans in for a better look. As he does, she takes his large hand and places it down between her legs. Starting to rub on her wet lips he soaks his middle two fingers deep into her hole, lubricating them so as he slides down to her ass she barely winces as he slowly works one, then the other into her tight ass. She's in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as he rubs his big thumb over her clit and presses his fingers deep in her hole. I watch as he grinds his hand against her, working both fingers in past the joint as he tries to twist them even deeper. He sticks his head in the window and takes her right nipple between his teeth, sucking and biting as she starts to moan louder and louder. Her moans are beginning to sound like crying. I'm getting a bit nervous as we are still parked in front of the store and she has reached out and began rubbing his cock as he slams his hand into her ass.. She looks at me in a mixture of pain and utter amazement as she strokes his hard cock, letting me know he has an incredible 'package'. Believe it or not a Pizza Hut delivery guy pulls up next to us. She's naked and rubbing this guys dick and he's leaning in the window finger fucking her ass and sucking tit. While this guy stands and stares, seemingly at a loss for words, finally, he asks no one in particular if we ordered a pizza! Without missing a stroke our new friend asks if it's pepperoni, nope veggie! I bust out! We gotta go. He agrees but before he's done, he sticks both fingers, fresh from her asshole, into her mouth, and makes her lick and suck them clean. I ask for his number; giving me his cell number he gets in his car to leave. As he drives off she lets me know she wants more of him, not later, NOW! So I follow him down the street motioning for him to pull over. He does and I pull up along side and tell him that she needs more. He tells us to follow him. Two blocks away he pulls into an apartment building parking lot. He parks and gets in the Honda. She crawls between the seats into the back before we have barely started moving. Adjusting my rear view mirror, I watch as she removes her dress and lays back in the corner of the back seat. Pulling him towards her, she directs his face down between her legs. As she begins moaning, I find a side street to park. She raises her ass to fuck his face as he licks her pussy. Describing every detail, she tells me exactly what he is doing as he again fingers her ass and sucks her clit and tongue fucks her pussy. I can see her grip his head with both hands as she finally gets the attention she craves. Hunching his face, I know from experience that he's probably fighting for air as she forces him deep into her bush. He's good and doesn't come up too quick, but finally after she has an enormous cum, saturating the seat beneath her, she allows him to rest. He collapses in the opposite corner of the seat. She recovers for a minute or two then raises up to give him some attention. She pulls him free of his trousers and for the first time I get to see what got her excited. Pulling his underwear away from his cock, I am speechless, he's at least nine inches and thick, very thick. I turn to watch between the front seats as she starts to give him head. First licking, she runs her tongue over and around his massive cock. Dropping to his balls she continues licking, now sucking, trying to take each into her mouth. She finally attempts to wrap her mouth around this monster. She does and then slowly works her lips down his swollen member. She has this amazing ability of deep throating and begins to get his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, allowing him to fully stroke her mouth as if he's fucking a pussy. She truly enjoys this, and she lets him hunch her mouth roughly. I know he has to be bruising her lips as he fucks her harder. Grasping her head he forces his dick deeper and deeper down her throat, gagging and choking her as he all but rapes her mouth. Quickening his pace as he nears his climax, the sounds are amazing as he moans, groans and she gags, whimpers, slurps. Suddenly he pushes her back. Before she can wipe her mouth he roughly lifts her into the corner, adjusting her as he gets between her legs and rams his very swollen cock into her pussy. He doesn't start slow, he immediately begins hammering into her hole. Ramming his thick cock hard into her pussy. He is fucking her so hard her head begins banging against the window. He slams hard causing the car to rock from the rhythm of their fucking. She begins to cry, then she screams, but they are cries and screams of ecstasy as he pounds deep into her pussy. And he doesn't stop, he keeps fucking. It's incredible as she has to be experiencing some intense pain and pleasure as he splits her open. He's an animal, they're both savage as they continue to fuck in the backseat. Moaning, screaming, it's something I've never seen before. Then it's over, with an enormous thrust and shudder he buries himself deep within her as he unloads what has to be an amazing amount of cum. As she collapses he falls back to the opposite side of car, but grabbing her hair, he once again pulls her face down to his sweaty, wet, jism covered crotch. He makes her clean his dick as he again slowly fucks her mouth, draining every last drop out of his softening cock. I'm fucking wasted and I haven't done anything. I can't believe any of this and I saw it all. We have been parked for about forty-five minutes and three maybe four people have walked past us. Since they appear to be finished I drive back to his apartment. I am stunned, very turned on, and wondering if I would still get my turn! Parking again next to his car he still hasn't let her up. I sit and watch as she finally has him hard, and clean.. I guess he realizes we were a little anxious to leave so he releases her. I know that she wants more this amazing specimen, and she asks if we can call him. He says sure but his brother might answer, I saw her eyes widen immediately. Brother? Another Friday Night It was a year ago tonight. Just another Friday night in theory, but she could recall it as though it was yesterday. Julia had been really looking forward to it three days earlier when she stood to bowl out her final frame. She looked overhead at the score. It was still very close. A strike would put their team that little bit further in front with only the last pair in each side to square off. Mentally she rehearsed a strike shot. Then calmly her legs started a graceful march towards the pins. Damn! The 3 and 6 pins were still standing. She'd have to get a spare for them to stay in the match. As the fallen pins were swept behind, she recalled being unable to stop thinking about Friday. She was overjoyed that it would be the first chance since the wedding a year ago to spend longer than a fleeting amount of time with Rachel and Tim. Releasing her next ball, she was relieved to see both pins fly. It was up to Sally's beau who she'd nicknamed Mr Pinball to play the shots that would win, draw or lose the game. She exchanged a high five as she strolled to the back seat to watch. Her thoughts strayed to Tim. She had always adored Rachel's husband from the first moment her best friend introduced him. Julia enviously recalled a number of times when, without prompting, he had been so considerate and affectionate towards Rachel both in public and private. Tim knew how to make someone he loved feel special, unlike Brian. She snapped out of it to see the opposing captain walking tall. Julia realised she had missed the girl's shots, but her team were dancing around her and the two big crosses overhead confirmed their team must lose. Mr Pinball lined up for his spare but it wouldn't be enough. Julia readied herself to spring up and give him a consolation hug. As she detached herself, she realised how much her friends' honeymoon, their new life together, her own breakup with Brian following accusations of frigidity, and the aimless overseas holiday she'd then treated herself to had all kept her from seeing them. And of course Rachel's baby being born five months ago hadn't helped. So she had jumped when Rachel rang and offered a leisurely meal, a DVD and the chance to stay overnight in their spare bedroom. Since Tim and Rachel had married, their Four Musketeers bowling team had almost become the Three Musketeers. The original pair, Sally and Mr Pinball, were a quirky couple she really liked. They had a hilarious, mutual and obsessive love of the latest gadgetry and Sally would often call to chat. But Julia's relationship with Sally wasn't in the same league as the one with Rachel. Rachel's place on the bowling team had been taken by a girl from Sally's work. Vanessa was a better bowler than Rachel and also Sally's best friend. And it would be almost true to say Julia had a non-relationship with Vanessa. Something about the girl niggled at Julia, preventing them becoming friendly let alone becoming friends. There was just something about Vanessa that Julia couldn't put her finger that was a deep concern. The young woman was pleasant and pretty enough. No, Vanessa was downright gorgeous she had to admit. But she seemed rather quiet and introverted most times. It wasn't that Julia wasn't open to getting to know her. But little glances from Vanessa from time to time plus her social awkwardness put Julia a little on edge. While Sally's boyfriend went off to a far corner to play his usual dozen or so games of pinball, the three female teammates sat nursing consolation coffees at the cafe in the bowling alley. "This is so cool!" Sally had suddenly come out with, frantically fishing a fluorescent phone out of her purse. "Watch, Julia," she excitedly added. As it lit up, an apologetic Julia delved into her own purse to silence the dreadful phone ring that was already attracting glances. One that Mr Pinball had installed after the last game. There was nobody on the line but she could hear bowling alley noises echo in the background. Sally's ear to ear grin gave her away. "Voice Recognition dialling," Sally guffawed. "All I have to do is say your name, and this phone automatically rings you. How about that?" Julia shook her head amidst helpless laughter at Sally's glee, and exchanged a glance with Vanessa. There was one of their rare shared moments. In one of the few times the pair had actually spoken in sentences to one another, they agreed Sally would always be Sally and was so suited to Mr Pinball over yonder. "So, what are you and Rachel up to this Friday," Sally asked. "Is Tim babysitting while you two go out clubbing?" "Not that he wouldn't if we wanted, but no," Julia sighed. "At twenty eight, I'm getting too old for the types that hang out in them now to enjoy that. Plus Rachel would worry about little Douglas all night. No, Tim is being given the night off. He's off fishing when his mate finishes work about ten. Before that, we'll get a take-away dinner, hire a film, then enjoy time together. Just me, her, Tim and the bub before he heads off. Then Rachel and I might get into a glass of red or two." "Are you allowed to drink if you breast feed?" Sally asked looking from Julia to Vanessa with raised eyebrows. "I don't know," Julia said as both girls shrugged. "But Douglas has been bottle fed from an early age. What worries me is that Tim is choosing the DVD and he used to go for horror or vampire movies. That could mean Rachel and I will be huddled together on the couch looking sideways over chewed fingertips for much of the night. What are you doing Friday night, Vanessa?" she added, deciding to try to include the girl. "The usual. Working four hours until 10.30 or 11 at Swains, then home," a surprised Vanessa hastily answered. "Swains! I didn't know you worked at Swains?" exclaimed Julia. "You're so lucky. The seafood there is supposed to be legendary." "I only work there because it's just around the corner," came the shy reply. "I can walk to and from my unit in three minutes." The girl's face was filled with that lovely but haunting smile as she seemed pleased at being included, but was struggling to continue the conversation. "I'm just the meet and greet, not the chef," Vanessa eventually added. "And to be honest, I've never tried our food." She looked at her watch and stood, easing on her coat. "I'm due home, I guess." That would have been the signal for Sally to go as well, but Mr Pinball still seemed to have a free game or two to go. Both girls watched the tall young figure floating through the glass automatic doors. As they closed behind her, Julia leaned across the table. "She seemed even quieter than usual tonight?" she queried. "Love problems. And too much time spent living alone," Sally replied with raised eyebrows. "Do you like her? She keeps saying to me she thinks you don't." "She's fine. She seems so hard to get to know. I guess I should break the ice and try to get to know her better," came Julia's non-committal reply. "Give me your phone," Sally insisted. She fiddled with the keypad then passed it back. "There, if you scroll backwards, she's the first. Give her a call maybe? After all, you're both single and unlike Rachel, she's only minutes from your unit." But her thoughts weren't concerned at all with Vanessa over the following days. The first sign it was going to be a different Friday from any other came as Julia was having her usual quiet sandwich alone on the lawn in the park. She dived for her purse to shut up that weird ring tone that had everyone around glaring. Cringing, she turned away from the stares and looked at the display. She promised herself to get Mr Pinball to change it back next bowling night. Sally! She waited for the girl to return her hello. But at the other end, Sally seemed distant and distracted. And Julia could hear someone else there, crying. Finally, she heard Sally's voice, not talking to her but trying to soothe someone. Vanessa? Listening between the sobs, Julia could tell it was indeed Vanessa. She hissed "Sally!" repeatedly into the phone then called slightly louder without success. As she waited for a quiet moment to get her attention, Julia realised that Sally's phone had automatically called her, not Sally herself. They must be talking about her. Curious, she listened in. "Just because Julia let you kiss her once doesn't mean she's in love with you too, you know," she made out Sally's unusually serious tone. Julia just froze, trying to digest what she had just heard. "Vanessa, you have to forget these romantic notions you have about her," a firm Sally continued. "True, she did sound interested about you working at Swains, but it's not as if she's ever likely to turn up outside your work and ask you to take her back to her unit and sleep with her. You have to be realistic. Why don't you ask her out to Swains on one of your nights off? She'd probably say yes." "I can't," Vanessa sniffed. "She's so beautiful. I just get so tongue-tied when she's around and everything becomes clumsy. And I couldn't bear it if she said no." Julia turned her phone off and just sat there, head spinning, open-mouthed. So much fell into place about why Vanessa seemed so coy about her. It also made sense now why Vanessa seemed so confident whenever she'd seen her in Sally's company. A kiss? She recalled that brief, non-committal kiss after trading Easter eggs at bowling one night. God, that meant Vanessa was in love with her four months ago? A girl in love with her? No one had said 'love' about her since Brian. A girl wanted to have sex with her? Her thoughts were still racing. If that was ever likely to happen, surely it would have been with Rachel. After all, they had had few inhibitions whenever they were together right from the moment they met at Rachel's twentieth. They instantly clicked after tipsy 'truth or dare' confessions found they both slept nude whenever they could. Chatting after, they found they both worked close to one another. Lunchtimes together in this very park became the norm. Being long before Tim and Brian were to appear, girly talk about their next Mr Right led to a surprisingly delicious kiss goodbye on the nearby corner at the end of one lunch time. Despite enjoying it, Julia's attempt to apologise profusely on the phone that night was not only dismissed by Rachel; next day, she took Julia's hand and steered her to a more private part of the park. An unsuspecting Julia was about to start her salad roll when Rachel eased her back onto her elbows and initiated their first French kiss. More followed from her friend then the lightest facial stroking. Soon Julia was enthusiastically retaliating, holding the lovely face to hers and tongue-kissing Rachel. When both found they loved the feel of caressing the other's bare skin at a secluded beach two months after, they became quite uninhibited about taking turns at caressing and touching one another in private. Shoulders, arms, backs and chests came to include breasts, then even nipples. Yet there were boundaries. No body parts were kissed, and no hands strayed into the curls between anyone's legs, even on the occasional weekend trips they began to take together. On these, naked on the inevitable motel double bed, they would take turns to massage or fondle the other as they chatted at day's end. They both loved the thrill of kissing combined with touching, and came to know one another's favourite places. Yet whether they ended up soothed or titillated, it never progressed any further nor did they talk much about it except to comment on how nice it felt. And their appetite to kiss and touch never waned. If sleeping together, the first awake generally rolled over and united by spooning or draping an affectionate arm or leg over the other's nude body. It had been their secret, even from Tim Julia suspected. But about the time he and Brian came on the scene, she had been having thoughts about daring a kiss near a taboo area and seeing what reaction came from Rachel. Or wondering what she'd have done differently in hindsight when Rachel's hand had almost strayed too far south once. It was silly thinking about it now anyway. Rach was married now. That was part of Tim's role now and God bless him, he did it very well according to constant feedback from her best friend. But surely sharing this Vanessa was something different. Back in the office, she had to go to the bathroom three times to throw cold water on her face. She had daydreams of the slender Vanessa, prowling naked on all fours down her prone nude body, almost feeling fer brown tresses land on both sides of her quivering belly as the girl's beautiful face hunted the hidden erect bud tingling between her slightly parted legs. The evening she had been looking forward to started famously. Rachel almost cried when Julia passed over the bouquet of flowers. Holding the gorgeous baby as Rachel prepared them for a vase, Julia kissed his face and drew the cutest smile. Maternal pangs started to go through her. God, Douglas was so like Tim. From the kitchen came the delicious odour where Tim had decided to replace takeaway with his salt and pepper squid dish. Fifteen minutes later, they were tucking into it with the Asian salad Rachel had tossed. Everyone was content and happy. Even the baby seemed to be laughing in his high chair as the girls polished off the first Julia's two bottles of wine while Tim put the dishes into the dishwasher. Listening to him whistling in the kitchen, Julia was both envious of her friend and pleased for her. And she guessed all his offspring would probably inherit his easy going, amicable nature. A final bottle for little Douglas then he let himself be contentedly whisked off to bed. Tim threw on the DVD, a romance selected for them rather than the expected vampire horror flick, and sprawled on one lounge. Rachel returned from Douglas with a blanket for him and one for them both on the other lounge just as the story started. The quick glancing smile from Tim as the opening credits finished was one of complete acceptance as Julia lay leaning back against Rachel's chest. Comfortably propped between her friend's long outstretched legs, she nuzzled her cheek affectionately against Rachel's, broadening Tim's warm grin. Smiling into his eyes as she drew the blanket up to her chin, she felt a sense of delight as Rachel's soft lips nibbled her ear. When Tim looked away, she realised she felt so at home, so close to the old days that she found herself unable to resist stroking the trousered knee alongside her. She was rapt when Rachel sought and held her hand under the blanket. "Tim knows," she felt rather then heard Rachel's whisper under the film music. "It doesn't worry him in the slightest about our private brand of closeness. Not that we'll be putting on any shows right in front of him like kissing or anything. But he understands our type of closeness." She leaned back to Rachel's ear. "Really? Brian would have had a fit if I'd ever let on to him. You've got yourself a real catch, Rach." "Sure have," she heard her best friend's breathy murmur into her silky hair. Even so, despite the blanket, it was a bit hard having Tim just two metres away in the flickering light as five fingers spidered and slid teasingly up the bare skin under her T-shirt. Julia tried to stay calm when they came to rest on her bra cup. When they slid inside, Julia's joy was profound. She closed her eyes in wonder as a thumb with an excellent memory slowly dusted her aureole. God it had been so long since she'd enjoyed anything as pleasurable as this. Tim smiled across every now and again at the affectionate couple, and she relaxed while her whole breast was cuddled and massaged, especially in the more romantic bits of the film. The final credits started. "Ladies, I'm off," Tim announced, getting to his feet. Julia was so close to their lips lingering fondly beside her face, and she felt a part of it when he broke and lingered as he kissed her brow fondly. She was amazed to realise that her breast had remained snug in Rachel's caring hand throughout. "Should be back about five or six hours unless they're not biting, Rach," he smiled into her adoring upturned eyes as he palmed the keys. By the time the car headlights had turned, Julia's upper clothing was around her shoulders and Rachel's lips were tenderly melding with hers. It was almost like a year of being apart had never happened. But a thought started to nag at Julia. She wanted to again lie naked with her friend like the old days. But as accepting as Tim was about their affectionate ways, she didn't fancy spending that time in their bed. After all, that was their shrine. "Let's share your bed until Tim comes home?" came Rachel's welcome suggestion. Julia's response was to silently reach behind the warm back and unclip her friend's bra strap. Both jumped when the unit doorbell rang. After adjusting their clothing, Rachel made for the peep-hole. "Mum!" she said tersely, pulling open the door. "What on earth are you doing here?" "Your father and I have had a fight," the short plump woman picking up her carry bag grumpily replied before pushing past Rachel."Oh, hullo Julia," she added. "Are you visiting?" "Just a minute Mum," Rachel called after her. "Julia, can I talk to you for a moment?" But Rachel's mother was already in the spare bedroom as the young women huddled in the kitchen. "She does this every month or so lately," Rachel softly exclaimed. "I'll have to give her the spare bedroom. Would you like to move into my room? Tim won't mind sleeping on the couch when he comes home." "No, I'll go," Julia began watching Rachel's mother already unpacking in the spare bedroom. The look on Rachel's face and the softest kiss made her waver. "Wait until Tim returns then at least," Rachel said stroking her face. "I can't get enough of the type of affection I get from you and Tim. Please?" Relenting, Julia grabbed her change of clothes just before Rachel's mum abruptly closed the door, the inconvenience of her unannounced visit lost on her. Rachel's mum was still as remote, selfish and ungrateful as ever. "Goodnight Mum," Rachel called loudly from the master bedroom as she eased the last item of Julia's clothing off her. There was no answer as expected, the pair standing naked body to body holding one another close, Julia starting the first of a series of deep kisses into her friend's soft upturned neck. An hour later, the light off, Julia lay passively on her back feeling the quivering in the hands roaming her breasts and stomach. This time was a bit different though. There had always been the welcome feeling of her delicious juices trickling between her thighs. But tonight, the new experience of Rachel kissing one breast near its thrusting nipple in the dark induced a relative flood. And the fingers circling her heaving navel were straying so close to the top of her mound at times. Hesitantly, Julia raised her hand and daringly guided the loving fingers to touch the dampness between her shaking thighs. Just as she freed them there though, the baby started crying. "Damn," Rachel muttered. "Sorry Julia. He can sometimes take ages to feed and put back to sleep. I may have to nurse him for a while until I can catch up with you. Tim's almost used to me freeing myself from under him to dash off at the most passionate of moments. That's motherhood at times, I guess." Grabbing a robe, Rachel closed the door quietly. Julia turned off the dim lamp and pulled the quilt up over her head for more warmth. It seemed like only a quick ten minutes later when she heard the door ease open in the dark then close. She was still extremely stirred. A searching hand found her feet at the bottom of the bed. She was about to quietly ask how the baby was when the far end of the quilt was gently lifted. Rachel's unexpected moves and the sudden feel of cool air on her exposed feet were the first surprises. Another Friday Night Her feet being held and toes being individually sucked were the second. She gave very quiet approving cries and didn't resist when the quilt was eased further up. Taking her bottom lip in, she swallowed and began subtly parting her long legs, inching the end of the quilt up past her waist. Her level of expectation of what the next bit would be like if it happened made her tremble. This part would be completely new to her. As soft fingers tickled both sides of her slowly spreading thighs, she knew she wanted it. Damn Rachel's mum spoiling it by being next door in case she might want to make some uninhibited noises. There was bodily movement upwards along the mattress then the welcome tongue plunged through the down. It slithered deep into her opening as her hips were seized. She grabbed both sides of the tending head and instantly her hips shuddered and rose as she fought to stay silent while she came. She was unable to speak as the ecstasy built up again despite her instantaneous realisation that it was in fact Tim's unsuspecting mouth intent on making her come again. Again she soared quickly, rocking from side to side on her arching back as Tim lashed at the clitoris pinned between his lips. Jolting wildly in silence, she climaxed fiercely again and felt him instantly relax. Laying there as she felt him withdrawing, she could hear his loud breathing. He'd be in bed next. She started to dread how she would explain ever this in a minute when he found out. Worse, later when Rachel found out. She sensed Tim was just standing there. Julia squirmed in her guilt and procrastination under the quilt. She was torn between piping up and staying silent, then opted to take the cowardly option and let him find out naturally when he joined her. The tingling was still electric deep inside her when strong hands surprisingly lifted her ankles and tugged and bounced her body down to the end of the bed. Feeling her ankles come to rest on his shoulders, she felt him lean forward and her slippery opening offering no resistance to his hard flesh. Almost at once, she rejoiced in his soft tortured roar of "Oh, Rach!" as he instantly ejaculated deep inside her. As her grateful hips clung for a few seconds to drain the last hot fluids from him, she felt his erection flag. Then start firming again. She snapped out of the surreal experience in the dark as soon as she heard door handle turn. Panic gripped her as she felt his unknowing hips start pumping slowly again. Then she heard Douglas starting to cry again from afar. The door handle softly turned back. Before the next cry had ended, she had rolled away and dashed from the room in the dark, grabbing her clothes on the way. Dripping as she stood outside the baby's room catching her breath, she hoped Tim wouldn't follow her as she dressed hastily. Trying to act calmly despite her racing heart, she inched her head inside the baby's room then crept in. Rachel was on a rocking chair in a silk dressing gown, bottle in his mouth, her resigned look aimed in Julia's direction. "Oh no. You're going?" Rachel apologetically whispered. "I have to. Tim's just got back," Julia cryptically announced. "It's been a great night Rach, really. Douglas is so cute. I hope I have one just like him one day." Julia started as the door opened behind her. It was Tim in a thick robe. She reddened as he bent and kissed her hair, then passed by to sensually meet Rachel's upturned lips. "Hullo lover. By the way, Mum's arrived here without notice again," Rachel whispered to him when they broke. "She's virtually forcing Julia out. I'm having a few strong words with her in the morning. How come you're back so early?" "Jim was too tired, so we postponed it," he shrugged. There was a playful change in his tone. "He's okay. Are you coming to bed soon?" "You men!" Rachel teased. "You've been so understanding. Get it warm for me and in a minute or two, who knows." "I'll be off now," a relieved Julia added, touching the baby dozing on Rachel's lap. She knew she'd got away with it. For now, anyway. In her own flat forty minutes later soaking in a warm bath, she wondered guiltily if her friends were working out what had happened. She would be devastated if a freak accident like that meant a bitter end to their friendship. Motherhood would inevitably mean she and Rachel would never get as close again, at least not for the moment. At the same time, she was realised she was still wide awake and randy. Damn! After everything that had just happened? She must be ovulating or something. Throwing on a dressing gown, she realised the car was still unlocked and in the driveway. Damn! Grabbing the garage remote, she turned the car heater on, then impetuously decided on a late drive around the block before putting it away. The luminous 11.20 on the dash told her an extraordinary Friday was nearly over. "Hello?" she had heard the girl at the other end say as she watched her answer through the lighted restaurant window. There was a confidence in the girl's movements she had seen in the past five minutes that were positively alluring. "Hi? Julia?" the soft voice replied. Julia paused. This was new territory. "Vanessa, if I said I was outside Swains right now and could give you a lift, would you come back to my place for the rest of tonight and make love to me?" Julia hoarsely invited. That had been a year ago. Vanessa hadn't gone home until the very end of the weekend, but only to move her stuff in. Julia wasn't to know then that the long night of mutual passion would be the start of a caring relationship with an amazing partner. That the year would finish with an unknowing Tim and Rachel still her best friends. Indeed, as the couple's best friends after her sudden outing with Vanessa just a few weeks later. She watched Rachel's new three month old baby boy sound asleep on the lounge between them in her unit. Little Douglas was walking yabbering. In the kitchen, Tim and Vanessa were noisily cooking up an aromatic storm. Twelve months ago, she didn't know about the sperm reaching her egg about the first time her slender naked body was climaxing into Vanessa'a mouth. If she had looked across, she would have seen it was 11.58. Still Friday in fact. The other baby with Tim's eyes gurgling happily in the cot beside her had turned out to be the ultimate bonus for Vanessa and her. Julia had put her birth down to IVF, and she loved the fact that her baby had been born exactly the same day and time as Rachel's.