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The doorbell rang and I stopped cooking to answer it. I could hear the shower running in the other room, so I knew full well that Amy wasn’t in any position to answer it. Plus, I knew who it was before I opened the door. Seth. Our friend.
We’d met Seth a couple weeks ago at a bar crawl for another friend’s birthday. He caught up to us at the last stop, which by that time, we were all several drinks in and pretty lubed up. My girlfriend, Amy, looked stunning as usual. She had on a short, white tennis skirt and a purple tie-dyed halter top. The top hugged her figure perfectly, which is amazing, but it was also clear she opted to leave her bra at home.
Seth wasn’t with our group, he just ended up behind us in line at the bar. He felt our vibe and started chatting up our group. It wasn’t long before our drunk selves started taking selfies with him and buying him drinks. Essentially, we drunk adopted him.
As the night moved on and the drinks continued to flow, I noticed a little flirtation going on between Amy and Seth. Nothing overt or over the top, but definitely something. A playful touch, a side hug, nothing major. I’m not a jealous person and Amy is known to be a flirt, especially when she drinks. She’s been known, every once in a while, to even take it a step further and get enveloped in a little makeout session, but nothing more than that. In fact, when she sobers up, she usually just ends up ghosting whoever she met the night before. Interestingly enough, I noticed tonight that no matter how many times they were separated or how many people started talking to them, they somehow found their way back to each other.
Most of our friends had started to peel off and drop like flies. Only a couple of our friends remained and they were in watching the band, while Amy, Seth and I were on the patio. I offered to go get us more beer if they wanted to find a table. I paid for the beer and scanned the patio for them, locating them in a small four top in the corner. I also noticed they sat side by side, leaving me the chairs on the other side of the table. I also noticed Seth’s hand had found its way to Amy’s bare knee. I took a spot across from them and passed out the beer.
We took some sips and continued chatting. Seth’s hand hadn’t moved from Amy’s knee and no one seemed to care, including me. The conversation started drifting and became a little more spicy. Again, mostly innocent, but questions like “where was the most public place you had sex” or “have you ever gone to a topless beach”. The beer went fast and I offered to get more even though no one probably needed it.
“I better not,” Seth said. “I’ve had plenty and I’m already not keeping my hands to myself,’ pulling his hand back as if it was the first time he noticed where it had been sitting.
I laughed, giving a side glance to Amy, and said, “I don’t think anyone was complaining.”
Amy grabbed his hand and put it back on her knee, saying, “I certainly wasn’t complaining.”
This time, instead of just simply resting his hand on it, he started softly stroking her leg, moving his fingers to the bottom of her skirt and back. Seth and Amy looked at each other, a spark definitely evident.
She leaned forward, with no prompting or hesitation and pressed her lips to his. She was bolder than she normally was. I was surprised. I’m not a jealous person and there is definitely a turn on to watching her like this, but even I was taken aback. Seth wasted no time in returning the kiss and I watched their heads tilt and their tongues dance back and forth. It was super hot and I felt the blood rush down to my hardening cock.
Just as they broke their kiss, the last of our friends came up to say goodbye. We gave hugs and handshakes and waved as they left through the patio gate. Amy leaned in to Seth’s chest and he put his arm around her in a side hug.
“We should go,” Amy said, looking at me.
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