Isitonthe bench at the picnic table in my backyard, my legs spread out, bare feet in the grass. Every few months, I try to throw a party for the team, and today is the day. Everyone is here with their kids and significant others, if they have them, and I just finished cooking hotdogs and burgers.
I invited Andi, but I doubt she’ll come. It’s been two months, and like clockwork, she spends her Wednesday evenings at my house after she drops Charlotte at her ex’s. Every other weekend, when she doesn’t have Charlotte, she’s with me if it’s my scheduled off day. She’s with me only in the bedroom, however. I’ve tried taking her out to eat, to the movies, shopping, but she doesn’t budge.
We are sex only. It’s mind blowing up all night, multiple orgasm sex, but it doesn’t ease the pain in my chest. When she climbs out of bed and dresses, and I watch her leave my room, my chest constricts every time. I need more from her. I need all of her. I’m not sure how much longer I can take it. I’ve tried being patient, but I’m in too deep.
“It’s Andi!” I hear Levins shout from across the way. My ears perk up, and I shoot off the bench and turn around. There she is, in a deep red dress with thin straps and a low-cut chest to show just enough of her tits. Her legs are long, and I get a glimpse of one thigh through the split in the material. She’s fucking beautiful, as always.
I try to remain cool as Levins embraces her in a side hug, then drags her to the cooler, producing a beer for her. She takes it and immediately is introduced to Milo’s wife, Scarlett. Scarlett hugs her, blonde hair and brown hair mixing as they embrace. The women immediately seem to hit it off as one of Milo’s twins, Lila, engages Andi with questions about unicorns.
Andi nods her head enthusiastically as I approach her. “I’m not sure why your brother would say that, because unicorns are definitely real. My horse, Ace, well, his mom, was a unicorn. She had a beautiful white coat, and golden hooves.”
Lila’s eyes widen excitedly. “You have a horse!”
Andi nods. “Three of them. My daughter, Charlotte, is a unicorn expert. We’ve been on the search for one. If you find one, will you tell us?”
Lila nods her head like a little bobble doll as her brother pulls her away from Andi. “That was so sweet,” Scarlett smiles, sipping from her cup.
“She’s adorable. And Charlotte would love a riding companion if you wouldn’t mind bringing her to the farm?” Andi says.
“That would be amazing. I’ll get you my phone number.”
I wrap my arm around Andi’s waist and she turns, smiling before turning back to Scarlett to exchange numbers. Once they’re finished, she wraps her arm around my waist, resting her head on my shoulder. This is new for her. I should be skeptical, but I just want to embrace any affection she gives me.
“How was your week?” I brush back her hair.
She draws her head from me and gives me a soft smile. “It was okay. Yours?” She seems content, but her voice gives her away. She’s anxious about something.
Grabbing her right hand with mine, I rub along her arm soothingly. “You wanna talk about it?”
She shakes her head, wiping her eyes. “Later. When it’s just us,” she whispers.
“I’ll kick everyone out now, baby.”
Shaking her head, she says, “It’s nothing. I’ll tell you later. I’ve missed you. I want to spend time with you. Let’s enjoy this.”
“Okay.” I lean into her, my mouth next to her ear as I whisper. “I wish you’d let me kiss you. It’s all I want right now. I can tell you’re hurting, and I want to kiss it all better.”
Andi leans against me, her chin resting on my shoulder, and she lets out a whimper in response. “Stop sweet talking me.”
“No sweet talking here, it’s true, sunshine.” My fingers travel unhindered through the slit of her dress, and brush her thigh. Andi freezes when she feels my fingertips brush against her bare pussy, and I let out a low groan. “Fuck, you know how much I love it when you’re not wearing any underwear.”
She shivers, pulling away from me, a devious smile planted on her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She presses the beer bottle to her lips and I watch her swallow, imagining its my cock in her mouth, and my fists clench at my sides with frustration.
The rest of my evening plays out just the same. Andi chats with my work family, throwing me wanton, needy eyes, sly grins, and flashes me her beautiful toned legs whenever she catches me glancing her way. My little tormentor, forever keeping me on my toes.
Hours later, I’m saying goodbye to the last guest. When I turn from locking the door, Andi is already making herself comfortable in the living room. She leans back on the couch and lifts the hem of her dress up to her hips. Her knees splay open, and she looks at me with hooded eyes as her hand travels up her thigh. I walk over and drop to the floor. My hand follows hers up the thigh, squeezing as I watch her touch herself. I want to play too, but watching her is such a fucking turn on that I wait for her to invite me.
My drunk little vixen reaches for my arm with her free hand, pulling me into her. I kneel over her, my chest leaning into hers, as I kiss her neck.Her warmth spreads through me like a wildfire.
“You want a taste?” She asks, her hand reaching between us as she plays with her pussy. She moves lower, pumping a finger inside her, then pulls away and brings it to my mouth. Tracing my lips, she coats them with her arousal.
I lick her all up, dragging my bottom lip through my teeth. A growl escapes, and I close my eyes to savor her taste. “So, fucking sweet. My little whiskey girl.”
She laughs, her cheeks turning a hue of pink. “You’re still the only person to say that.”
Andi’s hand slides between us again, the sound of her fingers running through her wet pussy fills the air. “Can you hear how wet you make me?”
I grab her hand and shove it against my hard on. It’s bursting at the seams of my jeans, begging to spring free. She tightens her grip, and I twitch at the touch. “You feel how hard you make me?”