Erica changed into a silk slip and briefly glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror. She had always enjoyed wearing sexy outfits to bed, perhaps to act as a counterpoint to the utter lack of sexiness that otherwise existed in the bedroom she shared with Mark. Tonight they wouldn't even be sharing a bedroom; Mark had consumed one too many whiskeys at their dinner out to celebrate a friend's birthday. Ever the respectful fiancé, he retired to one of the guest bedrooms so as to not subject Erica to the snoring that plagued him when he drank too much.
Restless, Erica decided to head to the lounge room and watch TV with a glass of red wine. Curled up on the couch her thoughts naturally turned to Franky. They usually met up on Friday nights; it was easy for her to convince Mark that she was out late with workmates. Franky had responded in typical fashion when she had to cancel tonight's plans to attend the birthday dinner with Mark. A shrug and a "whatever", but a look in her eyes that was laced with anger and jealousy.
Erica decided to text her.
"What are you up to?"
There was no response. Erica wasn't overly surprised. Franky would want to keep her guessing; have her wondering where she was and who she was with. If that was she wanted then she had succeeded in her aim. Nevertheless, Erica was determined to get a reply. She knew she wouldn't sleep well if she didn't get one. She picked up the phone again.
"I miss you baby" she wrote.
This time Franky responded and responded quickly.
"Where's your fiancé?" A stinging reminder of who Erica had chosen to spend the night with.
Erica frowned. "Passed out in the spare room if you must know".
Thirty minutes and two glasses of wine later, there had been no further messages from Franky. Various scenarios crossed Erica's mind; maybe she was at the movies, maybe at a pub with some mates, maybe in bed with another woman. She tried valiantly to suppress the jealous feeling that had crept into the pit of her stomach. After all she was the one who was living with someone. A person who still believed that they were going to get married.
A soft knock on the door interrupted Erica's thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat as she knew who it must be. Franky being at her house was simultaneously the best and the worst thing that could be happening right now.
Erica opened the door then quickly closed it behind her, joining Franky on the front porch.
"Oooh, very nice" Franky said with a sly grin as she ran her eyes over Erica's outfit.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Franky, Mark's inside"
"Passed out in the spare bedroom, right?"
"Well I'm sure he won't mind if you invite a "friend" in for a drink." Franky stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Erica's waist. "I thought you said you miss me?"
Erica sighed. "I do, but..."
"Well let's go inside then"
As always Franky took matters into her own hands and made her way inside the house. She strolled into the lounge room and casually took a seat on the couch. Erica followed nervously behind.
"So what are we drinking?" Franky asked.
Erica picked up the open bottle of red she had been working on, poured two glasses and placed them on the coffee table in front of Franky. With the brunette's eyes boring into her she suddenly felt very self-conscious. It also crossed her mind that if Franky were just a friend, she wouldn't have a drink with her wearing only a slip.
"I better go put some clothes on"
Franky chuckled. "If you say so"
"I'll be right back"
As she walked to her bedroom Erica could hear her heart pounding fast. This was the first time Franky had been in her house and that would have made her feel edgy at the best of times, let alone when Mark was in the house as well. Knowing the state he was in she thought it was unlikely he would wake up, but the possibility of being caught was still closer than it had ever been.
Maybe there would be nothing to get caught doing. Maybe Franky would simply have a glass of wine and go home. But in the back of Erica's mind she hoped she was here for more than just a drink.
She grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt but was stopped in her tracks when the lights in the bedroom dimmed drastically.
"A dimmer switch. How romantic!" Franky chuckled. "Nice bedroom you've got here"
Erica walked towards the door. "We should go back out to the lounge" she whispered.
Franky blocked Erica's way and shut the door. "Look at that. There's even a lock on the door". She engaged the lock.
The two women faced each other. Franky stood confidentially, a smug grin on her face. Erica was shaking, overcome with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
"You look so sexy in that slip Erica" Franky slowly removed her own top. "You make me so..." She undid the her jeans and slipped them off, leaving herself wearing only a purple cotton bra and panties. "...horny".
Erica reached out and ran her fingers along Franky's perfectly toned stomach. Franky grabbed her wrist and pulled her in so their bodies clashed. With their faces so close Franky could hear the nervousness in Erica's breath, but the lust in her eyes was even more evident. Franky reached up and traced her index finger over the blonde's slightly parted lips.
They kissed forcefully and intensely, tongue's exploring each other's mouths, hands gripping tightly. Their lips were forced to unlock when Franky pulled Erica's slip off over her head, leaving her completely naked. Franky moved her lips to Erica's neck, concentrating on the spots she knew were most sensitive. Erica moaned softly, "Babyyy" as she succumbed to blissful feeling of Franky's lips on her bare skin.
All other thoughts disappeared from Erica's mind. She concentrated solely on the softness of Franky's skin, how her fingers knew exactly where to touch, her mouth kissing all the right places. All she knew is that she didn't want Franky to stop.
It was Erica that initiated their move into the bed. She wanted to be under the covers with Franky; cocooned in their own little world. Franky positioned herself on top of Erica, smiling down at her with satisfaction. She pressed her thigh down hard between Erica's legs, causing her to gasp and throw her head back on the pillow.
"Do you want me?" Franky whispered in Erica's ear, while her hand began to gently caress one of the blonde's supple breasts.
"Mmm hmm" Erica whimpered in response, her arousal becoming almost overwhelming.
Franky's face hovered over Erica's. "How much do you want me?"
Erica was writhing under Franky now, her body desperate for release. Even in a situation like this where she knew they should be quick, Franky couldn't resist teasing her. Delaying the gratification made it all the more pleasurable. Erica lifted her head to kiss her but Franky backed away.
"How much do you want me?"
Erica sighed in frustration and lay her head back on the pillow. She removed Franky's hand from her breast and guided it between her legs.
"Do you feel how wet you make me?"
Franky gasped. She could feel that Erica was warm, wet and ready.
"That's how much I want you"
Franky couldn't hold back any longer. She thrust two fingers deep into Erica and fucked her hard; wanting her to feel every last millimetre of her fingers inside of her.
Erica's back arched and she moaned with pleasure. Franky always knew how to fuck her just the way she wanted it, and tonight she wanted it hard and hot and dirty.
"You're a bad little slut, aren't you Erica?" Franky whispered as her fingers continued to push deep into the blonde.
"You love getting fucked so much you'll let me do you while you're fiancé sleeps in the same house"
Erica could only whimper in response. It got her so worked up when Franky talked dirty to her. Hearing those nasty words in her ear combined with the incredible feeling of Franky's fingers moving inside her was sending her perilously close to climax.
"You're so wet, it's so fucking hot. Are you going to come for me?"
Erica looked Franky in the eyes and nodded, her hands gripping the brunette's back tightly so she could feel their bodies touching. Without warning Franky grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her head back sharply.
"Fucking say it Erica. Are you going to come?"
Gasping for air, Erica was able to breathe out the words.
"Oh baby. Oh god. Fuck yeah I'm going to come..."
Erica bit down on the palm of her own hand so she would resist the urge to scream as she came hard against Franky's fingers, the delicious feeling radiating through her entire body. Franky laid a series of soft kisses along her neck as she composed herself.
Minutes later the brunette pulled herself up and began to move off the bed. Erica grabbed her softly by the wrist.
"Where are you going?" she whispered.
"Isn't this my cue to sneak out quietly without a trace?"
Erica giggled and shook her head.
"Not yet". She pulled Franky back down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "I want to taste you first".
Before long Erica's face was buried between Franky's legs. Franky closed her eyes and immersed herself in the moment. Neither of them heard the rattle on the door knob, but they both heard the voice that followed it.
"Erica why is the door locked?"