7 comments/ 12126 views/ 7 favorites The Good Deed Ch. 02 By: Bourguit Author's note: Hey everyone! Here's the second chapter for "The Good Deed". I would like to thank "AdventurousLover" for reading my draft and confirming that is was in good shape. (Sorry for being a pain by the way.) Unless I'm inspired or asked to write additional chapters by several people, this will be my last chapter for this story. Feel free to review, comment, and favorite. Thanks and enjoy! ----------- Megan sits on her bed and looks at her cell phone as it lights up on her nightstand. She stares at it. "Courtney...she actually texted me." She quickly picks up her phone and reads Courtney text: "Thanks for the sex yesterday, Ms. Poland!" She smiles, her hand hovering over the keyboard. "Um...," she says to herself. Suddenly her white and yellow Birman cat jumps unto the foot bed, making Megan jump in place, yell lightly, and then laugh. The reflex action makes her cat quickly jump off the bed. "Sorry April." Megan texts back: "You can call me Megan outside of school Courtney. And you're welcome." "It's naughtier when I call you Ms. Poland. What are you doing right now?" "I was about to go sleep." "Why, it's only ten? Saving your energy for me?" Megan smiles as she immediately texts: "You're bad." "No, I'm horny. Send some inspiration my way?" "Inspiration?" "You didn't ask me what I was doing." Megan laughs at the winking smiley face Courtney sends. Megan then texts: "What do I get?" "I'll send something hot." Megan looks over her wrinkled pajamas and socks with bunny designs. Megan texts: "One minute." Megan jumps off her bed, runs to her clothes drawer, and quickly looks through it. "Ok...not that...that's too formal...that should have gone into the wash...perfect!" She takes out and switches into a black bra and matching panties. Then she puts on a white button shirt, buttoning it low enough to show a little cleavage. She then goes into the bathroom and combs her hair. She smiles as April looks at her. "I have to make my hair look neat and give it some body." Just before she puts the comb down and prepares to apply red lipstick, April meows and she laughs. "I'm not going to lie to you April, this is for an added trampy effect." As she runs back to the bedroom, April meows at her. She looks at April and says, "Don't judge me." Megan quickly straightens the sheets on her bed, scaring April enough to walk closer to the door. Megan then lies on the bed and takes several poses with her phone. April meows at her. "Don't judge me April!" She looks over the pictures and picks the one of her lying on her stomach, showing cleavage, a little of her backside, and none of her stomach. She sends the picture with the text: "Worth the wait?" After a minute, Courtney texts back: "Damn! There is no dislike button for this picture." "Thanks." Courtney sends her pictures and Megan's mouth is open. The first picture is Courtney standing in front of the bathroom mirror. "April, you should see this. She's wearing only tight pink Victoria Secret pants and she's covering her breasts with her free arm...tease. But her lips are puckered...cutie. The second picture is Courtney showing off her ass...wearing a black g-string...oh boy." Megan immediately texts: "Now I am going to do something on this bed now." "Nice." "Before I do...want to do something tomorrow?" "Sure, where do you want to go?" Megan says to herself, "Um, my bedroom, a hotel, anywhere with a bed...but since I don't want to come off as a creep..." Megan texts: "We could go to Red Riding Hood's bowling? I'll pay off course." Megan wonders if someone Courtney's age even went out bowling. "You better! Just kidding, that's fine. But you're going down sucker!" Megan smiles with relief and does a fist pump. "Yes!" Megan looks down at April staring at her. "What April? What?" April simply walks out of the room. "Freaking cat." ----------- Megan sitting next to Courtney at a booth table, Megan isn't really paying attention paying attention to the words coming out of Courtney's mouth as Courtney flicks her hair, fiddles with her chain necklace that hangs just above her loose blue racerback tank top, or plays with her stylish cuffed short blue jean shorts. "Why don't you kiss me already?" "What...wait...what?" Courtney smiles. "Kiss me or pretend to listen to me some more, your choice." Megan immediately kisses until their order of nacho covered tortilla chips and cups of water are brought to their table. Courtney immediately grabs a chip with a good amount of cheese. Courtney says before eating the chip, "Do you want to get lucky tonight?" "Ok...that's not even a question. Check please!" "Stop it," Courtney says, elbowing Megan. They kiss and then feed each other chips. And in her moment of nacho cheese and emotional bliss, Megan looks across the aisle and sees two of her friends coming straight towards her table. "Be prepared for a meet and greet," Megan says as she waves with fake enthusiasm. "The woman on the right is Dianna. She's Saudi-American. Despite her wearing the pink Ted Baker Jersey top and tight jeans that shape her big hips and backside like a beauty queen, she's couple's therapist. So, don't let her pull you in a personal discussion with her beautiful, dark...sensual...eyes." Megan clears her throat. "She's vain, pushy, and you have a girl crush on her...I get it." Megan turns to Courtney and watches her grin. She kisses Courtney's cheek. "The one of the left, Dianna's partner, is Lisa. And yes, she's wearing a gray fedora hat to match her grey buttoned shirt, grey tie, slim black pants, and stylish Prada shoes. She's also my best friend and the lead singer of a small band that plays in bars and clubs. So...I allow her to dress...interestingly." "Be nice to both, gotcha." Courtney laughs lightly as they wipe their hands with paper napkins. As her friends approach the table, Megan stands up. "Hey Lisa, look at you! "You're still skinny as a stick." Megan smiles while hugging Lisa; their hug is firm, but brief. "I know, I'm hot stuff," Lisa jokes. Megan turns to Dianna. "Hey you...I love those pink flats you are wearing," Megan says before exchanging cheek kisses and a light hug. Dianna says, "Ten percent off the full price, because I'm me." "And yet I still paid for them," Lisa added. "And then I thanked you wearing only them that same night, sweetie." Megan rolls her eyes as they elbow each other. "Thanks for the mental image you guys." Megan knows the fun is over, watching Dianna zeroing in on Courtney and then looking back at her with a smile. "Dianna, this is Courtney. Courtney, this is Dianna." "Hey," Courtney says with a prepared smile and an extended hand. Dianna briefly waves at Courtney. "No offense, I see that you're eating." Even with her articulate, sultry voice, Megan forgot how impersonal Dianna could be. "I'm assuming you used a napkin," Lisa says quickly. "Yeah," Courtney adds. As Dianna's hand remains at her side, Lisa immediately grabs Courtney hand. "Hey, I'm Lisa." "Courtney." "Courtney, nice to meet you," Lisa says causally as they briefly shake hands. Dianna asks, "Um...so, what's going on here?" Dianna smiles a sweet smile at Megan. Despite her last comment, Megan can't help but think about how her lips look very soft and quite kissable up close. And despite herself, Megan gets lost in Dianna's shimmering, black eyes. "Um...hello? Megan...anyone home," Dianna asks. "Um...what?" Lisa quickly comments, "They most likely finished bowling Dianna, we are in a bowling alley." Megan gives Lisa a thankful look. Being best friends, Megan is glad that Lisa is aware of and doesn't care about her crush on Dianna. Their friendship means more. Courtney answers, "We're hanging out, you know." "Oh, hanging-out...with a college student?" Dianna asks maintaining her smile, but Megan assumes her widen eyes tell another story. "You're doing it again Dianna," Lisa whispers. "Let's just..." "Hey! I have a great idea, let's hang out together!" Courtney answers, "Um..." "Yay," Dianna exclaims while clapping and then lightly pushes Lisa into other side of the booth. She then sits down, tapping the table. "Come, come...sit down Megan." Megan feels a sense of dread as she sits down, looking across the table at Dianna. Dianna says, "So...how long have you two been hanging out?" Lisa sighs. "Maybe we should order something Dianna, maybe have a few drinks?" "What? I'm interested." Courtney replies, "And you are also pretty...you're like gorgeous." Dianna smiles pleasantly, brushing her hair with her hand. Megan says with surprise, "Hey." She looks at Courtney as she squeezes Megan hand before holding it. Courtney squeezes it back. Courtney turns to Lisa and asks, "So Lisa, Megan says you sing in a band. What type of music?" "Oh, well..." Dianna interrupts, "She sings like Jill Sobule, but better. But back to you two...does the University know you two are together?" Megan feels Courtney's hand tense. Courtney replies, "How is what we do any of your business?" Megan exchange looks with Lisa as they both lean back against the booth seat and sigh. Dianna says in a mockingly, highly clipper voice, "Well, Court-ney, she's my friend. Ok Court-ney." Lisa adds in, "And there goes the baby voice." "There are no rules against a teacher-student relationship," Courtney snaps back with attitude. "But a community remembers and talks...or do you not worry about having a career, house, or an education? And what you are looking for with Megan?" "It's whatever we want!" Megan asks, "Could I say something here?" "Shish," Dianna says with a raised finger to Megan. "And there goes the motherly finger," Lisa comments. "Well, Court-ney, is it a relationship? Companionship, sex, an initiate friendship, a long or short term union? Please...explain it to me." "Listen bitch..." "Ok, ok...I'm cutting in," Megan yells, while holding Courtney back as Lisa is doing the same for Dianna. Megan continues, calmly, "Dianna, I love you, but you're a beautiful idiot if you think I'm going to let you talk to Courtney like that again." "Excuse me," Dianna says defensively while beginning to stand up, but Lisa sits her back down. "Nope, it's Megan's turn. Go ahead sweetie," Lisa says. "Courtney is smart, a good person, and confident in herself. So, why don't you act your age and ask about situation like a lady." "Go ahead Megan," Lisa yells proudly. Megan feels Courtney's hand on her leg and little pinch to confirm her thankfulness. "Fine...forget I said anything." Megan is entertained when Dianna uses the last of paper napkins on the table to dot the fake tears in her eyes that Megan can see aren't there. Dianna then sniffles. Despite the con, Megan gets up and hugs Dianna. "There there, Dianna." Megan looks at Lisa, ensuring she isn't crossing any boundaries; Lisa only eyes roll with annoyance. "I said what I needed to say" "Ok Dianna." "Just be careful." "Ok Dianna...that's enough," Megan says, tapping Dianna's head as it presses against her stomach. She exchanges another look with Lisa. Lisa smiles at her. Lisa turns to Courtney and asks, "Isn't this the Lumineers playing in the background?" "Oh yeah, I love these guys," Courtney answers delightfully. "Oh yeah, tell me more," Lisa says with an inviting smile. Megan grins at Lisa. -------- Megan can barely open the front door as Courtney starts kissing her, but she manages. Megan kicks the door closed as they walk inside. "I'm so hot for you." Megan laughs when Courtney tugs at her polo shirt. "Oh yeah," Courtney playfully asks, still pulling at Megan's shirt until she screams when April leaps unto a nearby couch. "What?" Megan turns the lights on and sighs at April's domineering and anger stare, reminding her that she forgot to feed her before she left. Courtney laughs as she approaches April and rubs her furry face with her fingers. Megan smiles as she watches Courtney enjoying April's purring. "Aw, she likes me. What's her name?" "Her name is April and let me have her before she leaves me for you." Megan takes April and kisses Courtney. "Make yourself at home...I have drinks in the living room cabinet if you want. I'll be in the kitchen with this little angel." Megan walks towards the kitchen as Courtney says sweetly, "Goodbye April." Megan sighs as April gently meows as Courtney. "No need for the guilt trip, April." After taking April to the Kitchen, filling her bowl with tuna, and refreshing her water bowl, Megan asks, "Are we friends now?" April's response is allowing her head to be rubbed while she is eating. Megan looks up at Courtney when she walks in the kitchen and stands against the fridge. "So...I got bored waiting for you and I'm not in the mood for drinks." Megan walks to Courtney and they kiss. "We should wash our hands before we do anything..." Megan quickly leads Courtney up the stairs and to the bathroom, both giggling. The moment after they wash their hands of the night's dinner and cat hair, they make their way to her bedroom. Soon after Megan turns on the lights, they start kissing each other and taking each other's clothes off to their bras and panties. In between kisses, Courtney says, "You're so beautiful." "Thanks," Megan answers. "But your friend Dianna is such a bitch." "Hey!" Megan playfully pushes Courtney unto her bed and climbs on top of her. "Oh yeah, punish me." "Then loose the bra." Courtney takes her bra off and throws it aside on the bed. "Ready when you are," Courtney says with an amused smile. Megan takes a moment to look at Courtney lying down in all her glory like a gorgeous work of art. Then she brushes Courtney's hair with her hand and kisses her, Courtney touches her sides. Megan quickly makes her way down to Courtney breasts, sucking them softly. "That feels good...now a little lower," Courtney says, followed by a light giggle. Megan looks up at her and smiles as she kisses down her breasts and moves towards her belly button, caressing her softly. "You're getting a little closer." "Maybe this will help," Megan says as she takes Courtney's panties off and then slides her fingertips up and down her thighs. "Are you enjoying yourself by the way?" "Not yet...I'm waiting to be taken care of." "Oh you are asking for it." "I know," Courtney replies with a wink. Megan adjusts herself, bends down, and teases Courtney's clit with the tip of her tongue. Courtney immediately arches her back and moves her pussy closer to Megan's face; Megan would laughs if her lips weren't already occupied. "There you go...oh yeah." Adding a little more tongue play, Megan likes how Courtney's body shutters. "Oh, yeah...please go faster Ms. Poland." Courtney legs separate, to provide no obstruction Megan assumes. Megan pulls her tongue out, wipes her mouth, and says, "One second." "Hey...where are you going?" Megan laughs as she snatches her dildo, magic Jack, from her nightstand drawer. "I think you'll like this. And by the way, don't call me Ms. Poland." Courtney eyes her as she sucks on the dildo and says teasingly, "Or I'll teach you a lesson." "Ms. Poland, what do you think I'm going to say after that opening..." Megan slides magic Jack in and out her wet pussy, fast and hard. "Oh shit, oh yeah...oh fuck..." Megan enjoys listening to Courtney's moans getting more high pitched. "You've been a bad girl Courtney." "Sorry Ms. Poland...teach me...fuck me...oh fuck..." "Don't tell me what to do Courtney." Megan uses her free hand to slap Courtney's clit, while watching magic Jack get covered in her white love cream. "Yeah...yeah...pound it." Megan laughs. She doesn't know if Courtney is playing along or just wants to be punished. "That's as deep as it gets." Megan watches at Courtney bites her lips, looking back at her. "Harder...harder...harder..." Megan rams magic Jack as fast as she can without having it slip out of her hand. "Oh God don't stop...make me come....make me come." "Look how creamy you are," Megan says, sliding out her glazed dido to admire her handy work. "Stick it back in me," Courtney orders. Megan continues using magic Jack on her, now with more amusement, she says, "Yeah, get it. Get it." "Yeah right there, yeah, right there...keep looking at me...you make me so fucking hot..." "You like me watching you cum Courtney?" "Yeah...it feels so fucking good...oh yes!" Megan's smiles as she is caught by surprise when Courtney suddenly grips her right arm tightly with her legs, as if for dear life. Then Megan watches with delight Courtney's lively facial expressions as she cums with a loud moan. Courtney ensures magic Jack's place inside her pressing her legs tighter against her hand, Megan smiles as feels Courtney's tight pulsing contractions against her finger tips. "Jesus Courtney," Megan says laughing. Courtney laughs. Slowly, the pressure from Courtney's legs loosens but Megan keeps her hand in place. "Oh my God...oh my God...oh my God...that was awesome." "Didn't I tell you that you'll love it?" "Oh yeah...I've learned my lesson." Megan jokes, "You can let me go now...I'm going to need my hand and my dildo back." "Nope...one or the either. You can't have both." Megan sucks on her Courtney thighs and playfully slaps her butt until her hand and magic Jack is released from Courtney's grip. "You're so bad Megan." Megan looks at Courtney with a smile as Courtney pulls her in close and kisses her warmly. The Good Deed Ch. 03 Author's Note: I would first like to say thank you for all the support I've been receiving for this series, you guys rock! Secondly, I've been working on a first person writing style with more emotional storytelling, so please provide feedback or comments if you like the changes on this third chapter. Also, I would love to work with other authors working on similar stories or projects or a collections of work, so feel free to reach out to me. Lastly, if this story touched you, please pass it on or recommend it to others, so it can be a blessing to someone else. Thanks everyone!! -------------------------------------------------- It being a humid summer night, walking into the reception hallway at the Greek Center with air conditioning blasting cool air is a blessing. The old fashion Italian music playing in the background takes a minute to get use to as I walk into the Grand Ballroom. I'm taken back by the elegance of the whole room. The rose covered draperies, dark red silk table covers, and the red vases of red roses on top of the tables are a perfect matching theme. I except people will be trying to leave with the vases when they leave for the night, so I make a mental note to do the same. As I take a closer look at the tables, there are white candles in the shape of rose petals floating in black dishes filled with water. I have one word it, fancy. There are enough dishes of pasta with tiny meatballs in tomato sauce and bowls bread to feed a small army, with enough bottles of wine to knock them out. And yet somehow the guests have yet to stain their formal dresses and three piece suits. I suddenly recall Megan's only instruction to wear something nice with anxiety. I briefly look over my strapless, sleeveless black dress and five inch Stiletto heels, and my thin purse with a long thin chain that's handing on my shoulder. I feel like a stripper walking into a Church by accident. Thankfully, I see that several of the guests are too busy dancing on the dance floor clapping and dancing in circles or eating their meals. And the groomsmen and bridesmaids at the bridal party head table looks tired and involved in personal conversations. I look at the wedding cake. It's been cut into but it's still mostly one solid white piece, with the frosting base partially picked off at the sides; a testimony of having children at this party I'm sure. Not ready to look lost and pathetic, I get Megan's attention at the bridal table with a wave and she looks at me with a disbelieving glance. I thought she, being recently titled my girlfriend after my twentieth birthday party, would come to the rescue. But instead she sits there judging me with her eyes. If she wants me to dress up like a pretty doll at parties, then she should have paid for an outfit. Not wanting to stand there like an idiot, I point to the tables and shrug my shoulders. After getting the attention of most of the bridal party directed at her, Megan points to the table back at the end of the room and she goes back to talking to a groomsmen. Since we haven't talked or seen each other since yesterday afternoon, I assume she's in wedding mode. But as soon she reverts to back to Earth mode, we're going to get into it. I look behind me and see table twenty with my name tag in front of a vacant chair. I wonder if it's by design or family politics that my table is occupied by women as old as grandmothers and dressed in black like widows. During my walk to my table, I look away from the lustful eyes from married and the judging eyes of their wives. Miraculously, I make it to my table without getting into a catfight. I exchange glances with Megan, she smiles at me but I turn my back to her; a little bitchy, but necessary. I sit down at the table and I'm ready to play the cards fate is about to deal me. "Hi, I'm Courtney." I comment with a smile. The ladies make brief introductions, but as they look over my dress as I cross and expose my bare legs they make private comments to themselves. But their tone, my outfit choice isn't to their liking. Great, I'm too vulnerable to be left alone with men, I might influence young women, but these ladies were the best I could be matched with. I decide own up to the moment. "I'm the girlfriend of one of the bridesmaids." The information couldn't be translated in Italian and Greek fast enough across the table. One of them asks, "Who?" Despite how I feel about Megan right now, we're still unofficial to the public. But we have our moments. The love notes that she leaves me are beautiful and makes up for not being able to hold hands in the hallways. "The cute one," I reply back with a grin. As they grumble amongst themselves, I reach for and grab the open bottle champagne in front of me and pour myself a full glass; it's going to be a long night. After several glasses, the grannies start talking in broken English about the wedding and the happy couple. By the end of it, I now know that the theme of the wedding is red because the happy couple once made a joke while dating that red should be their neutral color and it stuck. Frankly it explains why all the bridesmaids look like Christmas gifts in their light red dresses and white bows around their waist. I also know that the choir sung both Italian and Greek traditional music. I smile while looking away at the DJ in opposite corner. I wonder when he's going to play some traditional American music, like Skrillex. I look across at the kid's table as I hear them laughing and I have a response ready if those little punks are laughing at my expense. But I relax when I see that the kids are looking at something funny on their cell phones. I probably have more in common with them than I do with the grannies. I hear a loud, playful laugh behind me. I turn around and I see the bride making her way towards my table, talking to a few people as she does. From what Megan briefly told me, the bride is a language professor with five degrees. But she said nothing about her being 5.6, slim, beautiful, and having nearly flawless tan skin. Where this pool of women that Megan hangs out at and when can I take a swim? The bride makes her way to our table. I uncross my legs and prepare to stand up to greet her but she bends down and gives me a solid hug, stopping me from standing to my feet or moving. "Hey you," the bride says nicely. "Hey," I reply back with a slight chuckle, taken back by her friendliness. I hug her back, soaking in her sweet smelling perfume; she smells like how angels should smell like. As she stands up straight, I stop myself from staring at her legs that are showing through the slit of her modern wedding dress. As I look up at her, the job done to style her black hair and her gleaming makeup is amazing. Not to scare her off for looking at her like a stalker, I immediate say, "Congratulations on your marriage." She gleams with a happy smile. "Aww, thank you sweetie! I'm so glad you came!" As she rubs my shoulder, I can smell alcohol on her breathe, a lot of it. And her voice, sadly, is like listening to a bad actress with a high pitched voice in some low budget nineties movies. But as she bends downs to help herself to some of the champagne at my table, my eyes are drawn to her cleavage; 38C's at the very least. After she drinks a glass full, I quickly think of something to say that's respectful. "I want to have an affair with you." I cover my mouth in shock as she looks at me with a double take. I move my hand away. "I mean...ah...shit, sorry. I was suppose to say that this party is a nice affair, but my hormones has done made me stupid." She laughs and kisses both my cheeks, with her lips slightly pressing against the sides of my lips. "I like you! I got to go, but help yourself to whatever you want, even the drinks, no one is going to rat you out here." She gives me a wink. "Way ahead of you." She laughs loudly, giving me another pinch on my cheek. I watch her turn around and walk away; the bride just oozes sex appeal with her hips. As I wipe her cherry lipstick off my face with a napkin, I imagine her singing a blues song with Salma Hayek's sultry voice, resting on top of piano with a tight evening dress on. I cross my legs. I watch the bride walk to other table, brightening moods with hugs, kisses, and taking pictures. I smile as she either lightly slaps people's hands, their faces, pinches their chins, or all the above. She also takes their drinks away and downs it one gulp; this is a woman I want to hang out with at a club next year. Greek music starts to play in the background, not that I was sure or cared; I'm still looking at the bride, imagining what heaven takes like. Realizing what I'm thinking, I make mental notes to go to confession next Sunday. In my moment of moral crisis, the best man walks to me and introduces himself. Then he asks me to the dance floor. Before I can think of a way to politely say no, he whispers, "Megan told me to give you company to ensure you stop hitting on the bride." I smile while slowly eyeing the bridal table. Megan is taking a slow drink from her glass, watching me, waiting for my response; her masquerade is crumbling. I accept his offer, only because I feel the stares from the grannies are burning a hole in my head after my shameful interaction with the bride. Otherwise I would make Megan stew. I take my purse and put it over my shoulder. As we dance, I admire his black suit and white tie. He looks very handsome for a middle-aged man, but he looks uncomforting dancing with me, looking away from me as often as possible. And when he shares stories about his wife and children, I think he's making mental reminders that he's married. But I take no offense and I feel comfortable to outwardly laugh at his last joke, until his wife scoops him away with a smile at me but shoot him a look that could kill an adult elephant. As she leads him to their table, isolation hits me. I have no choice but to rejoin the grannies. I turn around with a sigh. "Hey wait," the bride calls out. I turn and see the bride shambling to my rescue as she joins me on the dance floor, disappointing many hopefuls I imagine. She nearly trips on her own feet, but I catch her and keep her steady; it's a miracle, considering we're both in heels. "I'm ok everyone!" The bride yells. I watch as she waves off the men that stood up to their feet. She looks at me and says, "Ok...you take the lead." She laughs loudly and I only smile while I steady her stance. Then I take her hand and hold her by the hip and take the lead. "And by the way, my name is Isabelle. I don't think Megan gave you any more details other than the address, knowing her." Despite her mental state, I like Isabelle. "My name is Courtney." "I know silly." She leans in close briefly and whispers in my ear, "And I saw you looking at my Janet Jackson and Beyonce a few minutes ago, bad girl." She laughs playfully as she leans back. "I'm just teasing!" I laugh guiltily. "Sorry about that." "Um hmm...ok, so anyways, don't be mad at her." "Who?" I ask. "Who? Miss Congeniality over there dancing with dolcezza mio!" She laughs loudly. "What?" I look at the direction she gestures with her head and I see Megan dancing with the groom, both eyeing Isabelle for her safety. "Oh." Isabelle laughs again. "My sweetie, that's what I call my husband." "Aww, what does he call you?" I ask, turning my attention back to Isabelle. She scuffs. "He says I'm reliable like an old truck." We share a brief laugh. I'm tempted enough to ask, "So Megan has been talking about me?" "Are you kidding me? She has been talking about you since yesterday...yak, yak, yak..." She leans in close to me and whispers in my ear, "Don't be mad at Megan because of your table, we did it because some people here are idiots about lesbians. But you know what I think now?" "What?" I can tell her answer is going to be good, she drank too much to be politically correct. She leans back and says, "I say fuck them, only God judges! Kiss and make up with her now please." I smile. "I'm not mad at Megan." She looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I can tell she's looking through my cheap tactics at lying. "Yeah...yeah..." "Yeah, yeah...no cold shoulders at my wedding reception. Kiss and make up. Anyone gives you any shit, send to me." "Um...will you marry me?" I'm only half kidding. Isabelle laughs loudly and gives me a kiss on the lips as she presses her hands on my face. Then she gives me a long hug, but I jump in place when she slaps my ass like a drum. "Oh, that's nice," she comments. I feel her being pulled away and I see her husband holding her gently but securely by the arm with a defeated look on his face. He says simply, "Switch partners." He takes the drunken angel away from me, but she forces him to stay on the dance floor with her with a wink, a smile, and a long kiss. "There she is," Megan says to me. I turn to Megan as she finally approaches me, apparently it is ok now after the ordeal I just went through with Isabelle. Megan rubs the lipstick off my lips with her thumb and leans in for a kiss, I give her my cheek; I'm still a little bitchy at her. "I am a little sore at you." She takes the lead and we dance. "I should have done this from the start, I'm sorry." "Umm hmm." "You look beautiful and I love what you've done with your hair." Megan moves her hand from my hip and touches my blonde curly hair. "Umm hmm," I reply again, although I do like getting recognition for the few minutes of preparation I took with my hair. "I'm sorry baby," Megan whispers, leaning in close. I look away for a moment, Isabelle looks happy with her husband. Their attention is completely with each other as they exchange smiles, short kisses, and private whispers. I think about what Isabelle told me. "How sorry are you?" I ask Megan when I look back at her. "So sorry that I'd like to make it up to you," Megan answers as she jokingly tugs with the ends of my hair. "How," I ask when she stops playing with my hair, finally. "I've bribed the DJ to play loud music at my signal to cover my...apologizing," Megan replies as she holds the inside of my hands and softly rubs down with her thumbs. She's up to no good, but I like that. "Where," I ask, raising an eyebrow. Ideas are forming in my head. Megan grins. "Not right here, somewhere private." I like how she's touches my arms with the tips of her fingers. I now realize that we're not really dancing anymore, just moving side to side, and she's touching what she can in public. "You expect me to forgive you just like that," I protest, but I make the mistake in smiling too much before I remind to make Megan work for it. "No, I want to earn your forgiveness," she replies touching my face so softly, it goads me into another smile; she's making me want her so much right now. "What happens if someone walks in on us or hears us?" "You'll have to be quiet then." "I'm never quiet," I reply quickly. I laugh briefly. "Please," Megan begs before she kisses at my neck. "You're being bad." I look around and see at least three guys taking mental pictures. "Ok, let's do it here then." The fingers of her left hand slowly gloss over my lips. "Look how soft those lips are." She kisses me as she gently holds my left cheek. I fight her right hand from creeping up the center of my dress. "Ok...ok, where," I whisper. I watch her make a head gesture to the DJ as she holds my hands. Then she leads me away from the dance floor as loud, Latin music starts playing on cue. I watch as the generational shift on the dance floor is immediate, it's hilarious to me. "Where are you taking me?" "Relax, you're going to love this, I promise." I trust what she says until we walk into the kitchen, with much of the staff still inside. The staff is busy wrapping up left over dinner and dessert plates. I watch as Megan grabs a few cloth napkins on a nearby table and she smiles at me; I wonder what she has cooking in her head. She leads me past the employee bathrooms, thank goodness, and out the kitchen. We walk into the storage room and several shelves of food are stacked and racked. "Umm, Megan..." Megan laughs. "Not here babe." She leads me into the stairway the leads to the basement I assume, but she turns around and stops me on the stairway. Megan says, "Here we are." The stairway's crimson lighting is enough to see our steps but dark enough for atmosphere. I would complain about the dampness but I'm damp myself at this moment. She drops the clothes by our feet, takes my purse, and drops it with little concern for it as it rolls down a few steps and stops at the bottom. "Excuse me, that's a ten dollar purse," I reply with a smile. She looks me up and down with a craving in her eyes that I haven't seen in awhile. She undoes her dress bow and puts it aside. She leans in close and kisses me softly as she presses her body against mine, holding my hips firmly. "This is nice," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her neck. "I like kissing you," she whispers softly. I can smell her cucumber scented body spray as she kisses my lips and neck. Our hot breathes and subtle moans make me hot for her. She lowers my dress and smiles happily at the sight of my breasts before gently fondling them as we continue to kiss. I'm more than aroused when my erect nipples press against her hands, but I take a quick look to see if we're attracting any looks. No one peepers so far. "You smell so good baby," Megan tells me. I feel Megan's warm mouth suck on my left nipple and makes me giggles, it also sends a pleasurable tingle down my spine. Megan rubs my other breast in a slow but firm, circular motion. I cling to her side and go pull her dress off, but she stops me. She kisses me on the lips and smiles. "My only concern is taking care of you." She kisses me again. "Are you sure?" "Yup," she replies before French kissing me, giving me ideas of what she has in mind. "Excuse me, I need a taste." She helps me take my dress off and hangs by the railing. She drops to her knees, directly on top of the napkins, and kisses my belly the way I like it; all belly, no navel. I lightly rub her black hair with a nice, subtle downward push. Megan dots my waist with kisses before she starts pulling my panties downward with her teeth, slightly tracing the back of my legs with her fingernails. I rest against the railing and adjust my legs to help Megan as she growls playfully and pulls my panties off and drops them between her legs. I laugh lightly as she then puts my left leg over her shoulder and kisses my inner thighs as she supports my hips with her hands. "Ok, you mean business." "I've been waiting for this," Megan says as she rubs her lips against my pussy like sampling a treat before eating it. She kisses my pussy lips and lightly licks my pussy lips with the tip of her tongue and I moan lightly, touching my right breast. "Oh, that feels nice." "Somebody's already wet," Megan teases. Hearing Megan breathing through her nose as she licks and then sucks on my clit is making my hot, especially when she starts licking all my other very sensitive and erotic spots with an equal amount of loving thoroughness. "Oh yeah baby, I like that," I reply arching my back. My clit is so sensitive and that's the time she uses her whole tongue to excite my entire clit. Damn she's good. "Yes, yes," I mutter. "Oh yeah," Megan replies before locking her lips with my pussy again. I press her head in place for a moment and she responds by working harder without any further suggestion; it feels nice to be taken care of. The music playing at the reception is thankfully still loud enough to cover my moans, but I stopped caring about getting caught at this point. The Good Deed Ch. 03 I touch both my breasts as Megan keeps her rhythm steady, circling the entire clit area with the flat part of her tongue in a constant pulsing sensation. She stops only to stay after a gasp, "Your pussy tastes so sweet...so sweet..." "I love your tongue on my pussy." Megan moans with in agreement as she goes back to working me over and releases the wild woman inside me until my leg shakes as I cum and it's fucking glorious. "Oh shit baby...yeah...oh yeah...," I moan. "I love your pussy against my face." "You're so fucking beautiful baby," I moan as she slows down her pace. I rub her black hair and I want to compliment her more but every time she kisses my pussy I have to close my eyes because my brain shuts off. "I love the taste of your cum baby." When she sticks her fingers in my pussy and sucks my clit, putting a lot of thought and care into how she touches me, I knew it is round two; I feel like a blushing bride getting all the gifts she asked for. "Don't stop, right there," I passionately order. Megan moans with confirmation. "Yeah...yeah..." "Your pussy is so wet. You like it what I'm doing?" "Yeah, don't stop," I reply with an order, smiling. We exchange looks and she gives me a wink, licking my juices from her fingers, before sticking them back in. I squirm; my big tell that I'm enjoying myself. "Are you cumming," Megan asks. "Oh yeah baby...oh yeah baby, don't stop...I'm going to cum so hard..." I hutch forward and moan loudly, apparently so loudly that I see Megan stand to her feet and muffle my moans by kissing me hard on the lips. I didn't care, so long as her fingers are still inside me. I press against her hand in place as I cum and moan in her mouth. She partially smiles as I start to breathe heavily when she pulls away. "Oh God...yeah," I say while my body shakes. "Wow," Megan says with a proud smile before kissing me. "Don't move those fucking fingers," I order, still partially shaking. "Oh fuck..." "I love it when you do that, that means I did a good job," Megan whispers before she kisses my neck and then sucks on both my nipples. She did a great job, but it doesn't mean she's getting her fingers back until I' m good and ready. I slowly play with them, letting them slip in and out, as I ride out my ecstasy. I feel Megan's free hand grab and slap my ass. "I love that ass," Megan comments. "Why the hell is everyone slapping my ass tonight?" I ask. Megan laughs and kisses me on the lips again and again. I release her from my hold before she gets slap happy with my ass. She stretches her wrist but looks at me with deep longing gaze before we kiss again. "Ok, I forgive you," I comment. "I love you," Megan responds. "What...what's that?" I rub her hair and smile. "Is that ok?" "That's...awesome. I'm sorry, it just took my brain to process what you said. Considering what we agreed..." "I meant it." "Good." We share a laugh. "Come here," she whispers. We kiss with a little tongue play, we smile at each other, and then we kiss again. "By the way, anytime you want to return the..." "Do you mean I love you or the favor," I tease. She grins at me. "You're horrible." She looks away, but I pull her head towards me, saying, "Hey, look at me." She does and I look her in the eyes as softly as I'm touching her hair. "I love you Megan Poland." "You do?" "I'm standing in a stairway naked in my heels, of course I love you!" She smiles and her eyes start to water as she touches my face with her clean hand. I kiss her immediately before she makes me start crying. And we hug a good, long hug. We clean up using the cloth napkins and my last two Basis face packet samples in my purse; my secret helper when taking morning classes. I put my dress back on and I grin as Megan does nothing but stare at my body like a piece meat she wants to savor. As I help Megan put on her dress bow back on, she tears looking at me. I wipe her tears away and kiss her; she almost gets to cry, but I thought about the grannies to prevent myself from crying. Hand in hand, we walk back upstairs, out of the storage room, and into the kitchen. We giggle when the staff suddenly pretends to start working, away from the door. As we walk into Grand Ballroom, the bride and groom is dancing to Van Halen's Why Can't This Be Love. We look at each other and smile. I comment, "Um...did you set the song to play when we returned?" "I'm not that good," Megan replies. As couples join the happy couple on the dance floor, Megan leads me onto the dance floor to do the same. We smile at each other and give each other playful elbows as we dance with each other. I briefly see that Isabelle looks at us with an approving smile. I look back at Megan and her cute nose wrinkle smile and the idea that I'm in love with this perfectly aged beauty makes me happy. I feel my eyes water immediately. The tears fall on my face soon after. I feel silly until Megan takes a step towards me, lovingly holds my face in her hands, smiles brightly at me, and kisses me. God I do love this woman.