by Anne Brooke
(07/22/09)

Once seated at the only empty table, Suzie gets the drinks. A bottle of house white and two glasses. That suits Kate fine. She's had a rough week. She deserves a break. Something else too, if she's lucky.

Because this time she's not going back home without trying.

As Suzie settles into her usual window seat, Kate admires her friend's shoulder-length blonde hair, her rich green eyes and her full mouth. Suzie has always been the beautiful one, but Kate's never minded that. Her own slight form and short dark hair could never compete in their teenage years, but Suzie's never made an issue of it. Has always stuck by her. It's meant a lot.

Now here the two of them are: Kate six years married to Robert, a steady accountant with a good job in London; Suzie with her new fiancé, Neil, and all the upcoming wedding plans to organise. It'll be a good year, she thinks. But still Kate wants something to change.

"Cheers," Suzie pours the wine, and Kate savours the hint of spices and lemon in her mouth.

"Cheers."

The conversation moves on. Suzie talks not just about Neil and the wedding, but about her work colleagues, her new car. In turn Kate talks about Robert, his job, her brothers, her church.

During a pause, Kate sees her chance.

"All right then, let's play Truth and Dare," she says. It's a game they used to play often when they were younger. Already Kate knows what she will confess, but she wants to hear Suzie speak first.

Her friend laughs. "It's years since we've done that. What's made you think of it now?"

"Memories, I suppose," Kate shrugs. "Old times' sake."

Suzie stops laughing. Frowns instead. She takes another mouthful of wine from her glass. The clear liquid glistens on her lips. Kate has to stop herself from brushing it away with her fingers. It is too soon for that, if it happens at all. Now she wants to listen.

"Well," Suzie says. "You know most things about me anyway, but...but there is something I haven't told you. Yet. I didn't know what you'd say, and It's nothing much. At least nothing happened, but..."

"That's all right," Kate lays her hand on Suzie's for a moment, feeling the warmth of her friend's skin rising into her own. "Tell me: truth or dare."

Suzie begins to speak. At first her words are hesitant but soon, when Kate makes no sound of disapproval or surprise, she grows in confidence. So Kate hears about a party a couple of months ago, where Suzie had gone but Neil had cried off at the last minute. Pressure of work. She hadn't known many people there but she'd had three or four drinks, chatted to various groups and everything had been fine. Then she'd gone to the kitchen to refresh her vodka and tonic, and had fallen into conversation with a young bloke whose name she never got to know. After a while, the inevitable had happened. He'd made a pass but, instead of walking away, Suzie had gone with it. They'd kissed and made out with each other. She'd liked the feel of his tongue, the herbal scent of his aftershave. She hadn't thought of the guilt. Half an hour or so later, he'd suggested they use one of the bedrooms and she'd been more than tempted but, in the end, she'd pulled away. Then when she was leaving, he'd asked for her number but she'd shaken her head. Hadn't given it to him.

When she finishes speaking, Suzie gives a snort of laughter that doesn't quite ring true. "There. You see. I'm just a slapper who can't keep her hands to herself when my fiancé isn't around. And you know the worst of it, Kate?"

Kate shakes her head.

"The worst of it is that I wish we had used a bedroom. I wish I'd given him my number. I just wanted to know what it would be like -- to be a different kind of woman for a while. I love Neil, but..."

"...but sometimes you wonder?"

Speechless, Suzie nods. Refills both their glasses.

Kate takes her time in answering.

"I think," she says slowly, not looking at her friend. "I think it's perfectly natural to wonder what another kind of life would be like. It's part of being human, isn't it? And, really, I don't care what you do. I'll always be your friend, I'll always be utterly and totally on your side. You know that."

"Thank you," Suzie gives a half-smile and wipes one hand over her eyes. "I do know it. And you don't know what that means to me. Honestly, you're the best. I don't know where I'd be without you. But anyway, your turn for Truth or Dare. Tell me something you've never told me before. I could do with a meaty piece of gossip to mull over this weekend."

Kate sits back. Finishes her glass. Gazes at her friend. "Deal. Do you think you can take it?"

"Sure I can. Fire ahead."

"All right." Kate pauses. Glances round the pub, with its beams, Italian prints and rowdiness. Breathes in the smell of crisps and wine. Then she leans forward. Speaks softly enough for only Suzie to hear. "The biggest regret I have is this: in all the time I've known you, I've never seen your breasts. Or touched them. I'd like to do both."

A long pause follows these words. Kate continues to hold Suzie's eyes with her own. It's as if the whole pub around them has disappeared and they are the only two people there. Perhaps they're the only two people in the town, or even the whole world.

Then the noise and laughter of the other pub-goers rushes in once more.

Suzie takes her glass, places it to one side. She gets up, stretches out her hand to Kate.

"Please," she says, "come home with me."

In Suzie's small flat, Kate notes the signs of her absent fiancé: a man's shirt draped over the back of the pale blue sofa, a pair of distinctly male shoes, a briefcase.

"Okay," her friend says. "What would you like me to do?"

When Kate looks at her, Suzie is standing, ramrod-straight, like a schoolgirl waiting to be told off. She can't help but smile. "You don't have to do this, you know. It's lovely of you to bring me here after what I said, but it's my fantasy. Not yours. You don't have to do anything."

Suzie shakes her head, frowning. "No, please. I want to. I want you to...see me. Is that wrong? Are we being...unfaithful?"

"I don't know," Kate whispers. "Why don't you sit down?"

Her friend does so. Once she's settled, Kate kneels between her legs, gazes up at her. "Please, will you unbutton your shirt for me?"

Without a word, Suzie begins to undo her top button, looking down, concentrating only on the completion of her task. Kate catches her breath as the milky skin of Suzie's throat is revealed. Of course she's seen her friend's body before -- during summer holidays when they were teenagers, on shopping expeditions together. But never like this. She longs to touch her, but doesn't quite yet have the courage.

Slowly all the buttons are undone. Suzie is wearing a lacy white bra and, through this, Kate can see her nipples. They seem to push against the whiteness. A flush has spread over her friend's skin and she is breathing deeply. Kate leans forward. Suzie's breath smells of wine, and her lips beckon her, but there is something she must do first. Something she has only ever dreamt of.

She gently pushes Suzie's shirt away from her shoulders, down over her back and past her arms. Then she unhooks her friend's bra and pulls that away. Suzie gasps and Kate sees her eyes are closed. She gazes at Suzie's breasts, drinking in the whiteness of them, the creaminess of her flesh contrasted to the stiff pink nipples.

"Thank you," Kate breathes. "Thank you."

That is all she can think of to say. With Suzie's eyes still shut, Kate begins to kiss and lick her breasts, running her tongue over each nipple and sucking at their glorious firmness. She assumes Neil does this too, and wonders how different the sensations might be for Suzie.

Her friend moans and pushes her breast deeper into Kate's mouth. Suzie's fingers run through Kate's hair. Warm and soothing.

After a while, she realises Suzie is saying something but at first she can't make out the words. Then she hears them.

"I'm wet," her friend is saying. "Kate, I'm so wet."

"It's all right, It's all right, I know." Because Kate is wet too, almost dripping beneath her jeans and knickers. She can't believe how turned on she feels, and she can't believe how what she's doing is making Suzie turned on also. She's never had this kind of power in the bedroom before. With her husband she's always been the passive one. But here, tonight, everything is changing. She feels free.

As if she's done this a hundred times before -- whereas in fact this is the first time she's ever been unfaithful -- she unzips Suzie's trousers and pulls them down. Her knickers are small, lacy and white. Matching the bra.

Kate smiles. "They're beautiful."

"I-I always dress up when we go out," Suzie murmurs. "I like to."

"Do you?" Kate can't believe the gift that is being offered to her. The understanding that perhaps Suzie has dreamed of her like this too is almost beyond her comprehension. "Thank you."

Lifting Suzie's buttocks, she slips the knickers off. Her friend's pubic hair is soft and inviting. Kate buries her face in its rich depths. Breathes in musky perfume and licks the wetness with her tongue, pushing it deep into Suzie's warm folds. Funny how this seems so natural even though she has never done it before. As if she and Suzie are two halves of a perfect whole and were always meant to do this.

Still, even though she knows her own body by feel and her husband's touch, it takes Kate a little while to understand someone else's. She uses her mouth and fingers to tease Suzie's clitoris, remembering that too much pressure will only chase the pleasure away. It astonishes Kate how much she loves this and how powerful it makes her.

Just before Suzie comes, she whispers, "I love you, Kate. I love Neil but I love you too."

Kate reaches up and holds her as Suzie's body rides the waves of her orgasm, still running her fingers into her friend's vagina and across her clitoris where only a moment ago her mouth has been. Over and over again. Her own body longs for satisfaction but she is patient enough to wait for that. For now, she basks in the understanding of how her lips and tongue, her teeth and fingers can make Suzie lose control so completely. Finally, when her friend's shuddering and low cries have come to an end, Kate releases her and lays her down, naked and open, upon the sofa.

With the salt-sea taste of Suzie's cunt filling her mouth, Kate at last kisses her on the lips, tongue linking with tongue, and feels her friend's astonished groan of delight.

"Are we lovers now?" Suzie asks with a smile, when the kiss is over.

"Yes," says Kate, reveling in how everything has changed and so delightfully. "We are."

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