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  The garage door to the kitchen opened and Brad stomped inside. She could hear him in the kitchen shuffling through the mail. Brie thought she better move this along. “Brad?”

  The shuffling of papers stopped and she could hear his footsteps. He appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her heart stopped. “Brad!”

  “Brie!” He ran to her and lifted her high above his head. “My God, you have gotten even more beautiful since I was gone.” He dropped her down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, calling out his name. She could feel his wide back, his steel chest pushing against her torso. He slid his hands over her body, resting on her ass. “Where's Tamera?”

  “Reading. I guess we're on our own,” said Brie.

  “This outfit—” Brad said, cutting himself off with more kisses.

  “You like it?”

  “Let me guess, there's a garter-belt and stockings under here?”

  “Let's not get ahead of ourselves...” Brie felt her juices flowing again. “We don't need to rush things.” She stepped back and took off her jacket, slowly undoing her blouse until it was unbuttoned halfway, her cleavage spilling through the open V. Brad pushed his mouth against her breasts, sucking and licking, pulling the bra downwards exposing her nipples and engulfed them with his mouth. He pulled open the rest of her blouse, tugging her demi-bra downwards, her breasts fully exposed. He turned Brie around so she was facing away from him. He yanked the zipper on the back of her pencil skirt causing it to split open, revealing her mostly bare ass lined with garters. The skirt slid down her legs. She turned around, stepping out of the skirt lying in bundle at her feet, and faced Brad.

  He was laughing.

  “Did Tamera help you with this?”

  “Well, yes,” Brie said.

  “I figured this was her idea,” said Brad. “I'm glad you two are getting along.”

  “She said this was your favorite look,” said Brie.

  Brad smiled, “I think she was pulling your leg.”

  “What?” said Brie, her arousal hitting a wall.

  “If you must know, I'm into bikinis and leotards— oh, and drum majorettes. Mini-dresses and baby doll dresses also get me hot. And if you’re taking notes, cheerleaders too.”

  “Tamera said that you love garter-belts and stockings with a business suit,” said Brie.

  “Actually, that's what Tamera likes.”

  Brie stepped backwards. “What?! What is this shit?”

  “I think this was more for her benefit than mine,” said Brad still smiling.

  Brie pulled at the lingerie, violently tugging at the bra, garter-belt and panties.

  “Brie! What are you doing??” yelled Brad.

  “That bitch! She didn't tell me she was gay!”

  “Well, she's bi, actually,” said Brad.

  “You didn't tell me any of that?!” Brie yelled.

  “Brie, calm down! Calm down!” said Brad, grabbing her arms and holding her against the wall.

  “What's wrong?! What's going on here?!” It was Tamera, standing in the hallway in a nightshirt.

  “Were you going to tell me that you liked girls?!” said Brie, “Don't you think that’s something you should have told me?! Like maybe when you offered me the job?!”

  “Would it have really made a difference?” said Tamera.

  “You're using Brad to get to me, aren't you?!” said Brie.

  “This coming from a girl whom I’m letting fuck my husband?” said Tamera.

  “My wife doesn't need my help in getting girlfriends, Brie,” said Brad in a resigned tone.

  “You two are so fucked up!” Brie said, storming past them. “I am done! I am out of here!” She slammed her bedroom door behind her and kicking off her heels. Once inside Brie opened the closet, pulled out her suitcase and started pulling her things from the dresser drawers and tossing them in her luggage, things she had put away just the day before.

  Brad burst through the door. “Have you lost your mind?!” he yelled.

  “I thought I locked that.”

  “Are you THAT offended that my wife is attracted to you?”

  “Yes! Because you didn't tell me about it! Don’t you get that?” You guys are so open about everything else! Why weren't you open about that?! Could it be because you knew I wouldn’t take the job?!

  “Yes,” said Brad.

  Brie dropped the suitcase to the floor. “Finally. Honesty.”

  Brad walked up to Brie and picked her up. “I missed you.”

  Brad carried Brie out of the room and down the hall towards his bedroom. “Where are we going, Brad? I told you I don't like girls!”

  “You don't have to.”

  He pushed open the bedroom door just as Tamera was getting into bed. “Brad, what are you doing?” Brad dropped Brie on the bed next to her. He undid his pants, sliding them down his legs, revealing his beast of an erection. “We clearing the air, here,” he said as Brie spread her legs and Brad drove into her.

  “You're going to do her here?” said Tamera.

  “Everything is going to be out in the open from now on. No secrets.”

  Brie felt that familiar glow, that delicious sting as her orgasm built slowly. Tamera was laying right next to her caressing her face and hair but Brie didn't care. She had missed Brad so much that he could do her in the grocery store parking lot and she wouldn't care. His grey eyes stared down at her, his dark hair partially covering his face. “Brie gets to come this time, Brad,” said Tamera. “Your needs come second.”

  Brad's arms flexed, his veins snaking over the top of his biceps and his abs looking like rebar. His pelvis jerked back and forth as if it was steam-powered, drilling Brie with such fury that she wondered if he were mad. But if this was anger, Brie wanted more of it. Because, finally, she was coming.

  Brie let out a wail, body twitching and shaking with orgasm, Brad's fire hose not letting up, drilling and drilling, focusing on Brie's pleasure— thirty seconds, a minute, two minutes, Brie was still going. Brie could tell by her face that Brad couldn't last much longer, “Go ahead Hun,” said Brie looking into his eyes.

  Brad pulled out, his cock suspended in front of her. In an instant, thick ropey streams of cream were spraying across her, spinning through the air, hitting Brie in the face, one after the other, some landing on the sheets, most covering Brie's face, breasts and stomach. In the afterglow of her own spectacular orgasm, Brie was content to lay there patiently as Brad exhausted himself on her.

  “I'm not licking that off, if that was what you’re thinking,” Tamera said.

  “I can hope, can't I,” Brad said collapsing on top of Brie.

  Tamera reached over and scooped a dollop of cum off Brie's face and licked her finger. Tamera got up, returning and patiently wiping off Brie with a damp towel. “Are you still mad at me?” said Tamera.

  “I don’t think I could be mad at anybody right now,” said Brie.

  Tutor Time

  The windows were open and the boat noise was loud. The lake was filled with watercraft. Brad was at his desk in his office, hanging up from a call. “Hey, Brie... Tamera just texted me asking if someone can bring her a beer.”

  “Where is she?” said Brie.

  “Can't you tell?” said Brad.

  “Uh, no.”

  “Don't you hear all that boat traffic?”

  Brie listened for a moment and noticed that the traffic on the lake was louder than usual. “Okay, yeah. So?”

  “Tamera is lying in the hammock down by the dock. Anytime she's down there the boat traffic on our shore goes up five-fold.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Here, she likes Pabst,” Brad said handing Brie the beer. “Now don't you touch this— you're not of legal age,” Brad said, grinning.

  “Oh. I see,” said Brie. “I can be your live-in, fuck-bunny but I can't drink?” said Brie, squeezing Brad's ass.

  “No, and if you do, I'm calling the police,” Brad said, grabbing her waist, kissing her just on the l
ips no tongue, leaving Brie wanting more. “I'm going to the store and getting some dinner for tonight,” he said, cruelly breaking away from Brie and grabbing his keys.

  Brie walked down the hill to the lake with Tamera's beer. She could see Tamera stretched out in a green bikini in a hammock at the end of their dock, reading. Multiple boat wakes collided with each other, creating interference patterns, turning the water into a frothing foam. Tamera was lying on her side and the boats were coming remarkably close to get a view. Tamera waved to one boat and then went back to reading.

  Brie reached the bottom of the dock. “Tamera!” Brie waved. “I got you your beer.”

  Tamera stood up, her statuesque frame now even more on display, yelling out, “Thank you, Brie! What service!”

  Brie continued walking as a water skier arced towards the dock, making a sharp turn, then abruptly pulling away, covering Tamera in spray and knocking her into the water.

  “Tamera!” Brie yelled, running down the dock and jumping in the water. She could see Tamera's head bobbing below the surface, her arms were moving sluggishly.

  Brie dove in, surfacing behind Tamera. Brie's strong swimmer's physique allowed her to lift Tamera's head above the water. She noticed that Tamera's movements had ceased. Brie swam the two hundred feet to shore, holding Tamera with one arm while swimming with the other, “Tamera! Tamera! Come on—hold on! Breathe!”

  Brie got to shore in less than a minute. When it was shallow enough to walk, she cradled Tamera in her arms and ran up out of the water and onto the lawn, dropping Tamera onto the grass and onto her back. Brie put her mouth to Tamera's, breathing into her while pushing down on her stomach. Brie heard a gurgle as Tamera spit up what seemed like a gallon of lake-water into the grass. Tamera took a huge gulp of air as her chest heaved, breathing hard. “Yes! Tamera! Keep breathing!” said Brie excitedly, watching Tamera for a full minute as she caught her wind and her breathing stabilized. Tamera opened her eyes, looking up at Brie, smiling, grabbing Brie's hand. Brie's feeling of relief had transitioned to thinking of things that Brie would never admit to thinking. It was just curiosity, Brie told herself. Giving Tamara mouth-to-mouth resuscitation had already given Brie a taste of her soft lips but what did those breasts feel like? What would it feel like to run her hands over that flawless skin, its olive color the consistency of foam? “We're going to do one more round of first aid here to make sure everything's okay,” Brie said, tilting Tamera's head back gently and again placing her mouth over Tamera's. Brie knew this was superfluous, that Tamera was in no need of additional first aid. And if anyone trained in mouth-to-mouth resuscitation had been watching, Brie wasn't pushing hard enough on Tamera's stomach to do much of anything. Instead Brie was using the flat of her palm to caress Tamera's concave tummy. Instead of forcing air into Tamera's lungs, Brie brushed her lips against Tamera's lips, and this time around—and not to Brie's displeasure— Tamera was pushing her lips back against Brie's, their mouths turning slowly against the other. Brie was growing feverish, her emotions running amok. A new injection of adrenaline surged through her, causing every second to expand to a minute, stirred by the reality of saving Tamera.

  Brie pulled Tamera upwards to a sitting position, holding Tamera in her arms. Everyone on the lake knew Brie, but Brie didn't care how many boaters saw her in this embrace. Brie had saved Tamera's life, and the overwhelming emotion coursing through Brie was gratitude and relief that Tamera had survived. And if that also held elements of something else, so what?

  She picked Tamera up and carried her up the hill. Tamera was shocked by this sudden levitation, expecting this kind of strength from her husband, not from another woman.

  When they reached the house, Brie lay Tamera down on the sofa gently. “Let me check on Jackie,” Brie said, running down the hall and into Jackie's room where the little girl was in her crib playing. Brie lifted her out of the crib and carried her back into the living room, plopping her on the floor next to where Tamera was laying. There was a loud rapping on the glass door followed by the sound of the door opening. “I saw what happened!” said Mr. Fugleson barging in.

  “Tamera's fine,” said Brie, irritated by the intrusion.

  “Yes, I'm fine, Tony,” said Tamera rising from the couch, walking languidly towards Mr. Fugleson in her bikini and stopping just inches from him, face to face. “I bumped my head falling off the dock,” she said, sliding her hand through her blond mane, exposing her scalp and showing him the bump. “See?”

  “Oh, yes, look at that,” Tony said, stammering.

  “Thank you for your concern, Tony,” said Tamera.

  “Sure,” he said, swallowing.

  “Brie here saved my life. I owe her everything.”

  “That's great! That's just great!” said Mr. Fugleson, a little too energetically. “Good job, Brie!”

  “That was quite fortuitous that you were looking into our yard just as I got knocked over by the water-skier,” said Tamera.

  “I just happened to be watering the hydrangeas and looked up just as it happened. I would have come over to help, but it was clear that Brie had everything under control.”

  “Yes, what did you think of Brie's life saving technique?” said Tamera. “Did you take notes?”

  “Uh, a little, yes... I was far away so I couldn't see much.”

  “I think you saw a lot—maybe from your telescope—and that's why you're out of breath,” said Tamera smiling. “Brie was very attentive and detailed.”

  Though Brie thought Mr. Fugleson was out of line by spying on her and Tamera, she thought Tamera was being needlessly cruel. Brie understood men's needs and, though she wasn't attracted to “creeper” types like Mr. Fugleson, she felt a little sorry for them.

  “I think I know who that water skier was,” said Tony, trying to change the subject. “Ted Stanley. Maybe you should sue him.”

  “You could recognize him from that distance?” said Tamera, dropping her hand, now drumming her fingers gently against Tony's bulge in his pants. “He would have been even further away than Brie and me. I think you're lying. If you could identify a fast moving water skier I think you could see the two of us just fine. You were using that telescope weren't you?” Tamera's said, her fingers stiffening and pushing into his crotch. “I bet you were watching me even before I fell in.”

  “I, uh...”

  “How many times a day do you watch me, Tony?” said Tamera, “We keep the shades open so you probably get to see a lot of me. I'm pretty comfortable in my house and I sometimes walk around without much on. And now that Brie's living here, you must be going bonkers.” Tamera abruptly pulled her hand from Tony's crotch, her voice growing hard. “I will file both criminal and civil complaints against you if I happen look over at your house and see you staring back. Telescope or no telescope. My legal bills will be minimal. Yours won't be.”

  “Okay, okay,” said Tony, staggering backwards from Tamera's onslaught, reaching for the door. Brie was stunned by what had just transpired. She understood for the first time why Tamera had made partner at such a young age. Hers was a steel trap mind wrapped in a formidable body that would knock any male (and many females) off balance long enough for her cold intellect to stick the knife in. Brie could see Tamera one day running for public office and winning every time, accumulating power that could make a difference. The prospect was both exciting and frightening. But today Tamera would have to be content in destroying just Mr. Fugleson.

  “I think that was kind of mean,” said Brie, as Mr. Fugleson slid the glass door shut behind him, Brie deciding right there that she did not want ever to be on the receiving end of Tamera's wrath.

  “Since when did you become so understanding?” said Tamera. “You know damn well he's been using that telescope on you during your mowing.”

  “It's probably hard having someone like you living next door,” said Brie. “I've seen his wife, so I guess I felt sorry for him.”

  “He's a creep.”

  “But, Tamera—”r />
  “Yes, sweetheart?” she said wrapping her hands around Brie's waist.

  “—but Tamera, you ARE a navigational hazard.”

  “I'm a what?” Tamera said laughing.

  “You shouldn't be lying in the hammock in your bikini. Not down by the lake.”

  “Then maybe I should get some navigation lights,” Tamera said, smirking, grabbing Brie's head and holding it between two hands, “And if I did, where should I put them?”

  “I don't really know...” said Brie.

  “Maybe I can put some here...?” Tamera said, grinning, running a finger down her cleavage, “Or maybe here?” outlining her hips and waist. “Tell me Brie, you being a girl and all, would you be distracted by me if you were driving your boat by my dock?”

  “Yes, I think I would,” Brie said, lightly cupping Tamera's breast.

  “Jesus Christ, did you almost drown?!” said Brad, coming in from the garage with grocery bags, startling Brie and Tamera.

  “I got knocked off the dock and hit my head,” said Tamera. “Brie saved my life.”

  Brad looked at Brie. “That's what Tony said, but he's such a bullshitter...”

  “Its true,” said Tamera, hugging Brie. “She's my hero.”

  “Brie— thank you,” said Brad, embracing his wife and pulling Brie into the hug. “I can't ever repay you.”

  “All I did was react,” said Brie. “It was just instinct. Anyone would have done the same thing.”

  “You are so wrong,” said Tamera. “A lot of people would have panicked. And how many people are strong enough swimmers to get me to shore— and strong enough to carry me up a hill? And, don't forget,” Tamera's voice lowering, “How many people know mouth to mouth resuscitation? You gave it to me twice,” kissing Brie on the cheek.

  “Shit,” said Brad to Brie, his tone, one of awe. “You did all THAT? And mouth-to-mouth twice. Imagine that.”