Mia slipped a second finger into me. “Maybe we should eat really slow. I’m all about anticipation, baby girl.” She pushed her hand against me, letting her fingers hit that special spot inside of me that not many people had ever hit.
“Mia,” I panted.
She leaned toward my ear. “You feel so damn good wrapped around my fingers, Tiffany.” She kissed my cheek before pulling away. “Lean against the wall and put your sweater over your lap.”
I couldn’t believe we were doing this but I listened anyway. Lifting my knee onto the bench beneath me, I laid my sweater across my lap.
Mia’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out of me while her and Jude carried on a conversation like his wife wasn’t fingering me at the table.
“Mia,” I gasped. “Please.”
Their conversation stopped.
She turned her head toward me. “You want to come?”
I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.
“Then do it. Quietly.” She slammed her hand against me, thrusting a third finger deep into my pussy.
If it wasn’t for the low music playing in the speakers above or for the people talking in the restaurant, anyone sitting close by would be able to hear how much I enjoyed being fingered in public.
A tingle started from my toes. Leaning forward, I rested my head against her shoulder. A soft gasp escaping me as the release rocked through my very core. I chewed my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“Good girl.” Mia pulled her fingers from my body, gave my clit a light tap and pulled her hand from beneath the sweater.
I watched in awe as she reached across the table. Jude took her hand and stuck her fingers between his lips, licking all of me off of them.
“Geezus,” I whispered.
He winked.
She giggled.
I shook at the memory, wishing it could have turned into more that night, but Mia’s dad ended up having a stroke. So they got called away to another state.
I missed them but I hoped that Mia’s father was okay. They only texted me letting me know that they had arrived at her parents’ place and that he was resting as best he could. That was all I hoped for but at the same time, I wanted them home.
One night, I was watching TV and drinking a glass of wine when my phone rang. I frowned when I saw that it was my stepdad calling.
“Hey,” I greeted. “Everything okay?”
He chuckled. “Why do you automatically assume something’s wrong?”
“Because you never call,” I reminded him.
“True. Listen, is your brother home yet?”
My stomach sunk. “No. But Mia’s father is doing better. That’s all I know though.”
“Okay. I’m supposed to be stopping by there sometime soon. Jude needs some help fixing up the basement. I guess he wants to renovate it.”
“Oh okay.” He had said when we had gone out for dinner that he wanted to paint, fix the flooring, and expand the basement a bit but that was all I knew. It wasn’t like I had been paying much attention anyway when his wife’s fingers were deep inside of me at the time.
“So, how are you doing?” Which was dad talk for, when are you going to move out of your brother’s place and get a life of your own?
“I’m fine. Mia and Jude have been good to me.”Really really good. So good in fact, I fucked your son and his wife.
Jude’s father had taken me in when he married my mom. After she passed, we had become closer. He never treated me like I wasn’t his blood. But if he ever found out that I slept with his son, I wasn’t so sure how he would feel about me.