PLAYTIME — CHAP. VI — THE RETURN OF KELLY

PLAYTIME – CHAP. VI – The Return of Kelly

“Hi Kelly, so neat you could come over tonight and play with us,” said Mary as her friend came through the door.
“John promised we’d all have a good time — oh Mary, you guys are so neat. Thanks for inviting me back!”
Kelly confided to Mary she’d taken special care to prepare for tonight, knowing what happened the last time. Scrubbed everywhere, of course, and even bought fancy yellow transparent Olga’s because she knew they’d be on display. A thin pale yellow bikini bra under her white blouse. Tight jeans, of course, since she already knew John was a sucker for them. Open-toed sandals completed her sexy ensemble.
Mary wore a loose, crinkle-cut, multi-colored peasant-style flowing skirt that came down to her calves, and a white, off-the-shoulder blouse. “You look so Hispanic, Mary!” said Kelly excitedly. Blue eye shadow.
“Muchas gracias, mi bonita amiga. This is John’s night,” she said to her friend. “And babe, you are hot.”
“This is my C-F-M outfit,” Kelly laughed, hugging Mary, and walked with her into the living room.
“John, look who came over!” said Mary. “Are you in a playful mood?”
He knew very well who was here, and what she had come to be part of, and that his sexy wife had invited her for an adventure with all three. And he knew it was HER turn with HER toy James…so something different and special must be in the works.
John had planned ahead. “Hi Kelly.”
He put the tape in the DVD player and hit Pause. “Mary darling, would you get us some drinks?” as he turned to Kelly and gave her a chaste and gentlemanly hug. The scent of Red Door drifted to him. Mary reached over to the pair and grabbed each rear end in her hands, squeezed, and left for the kitchen.
“Oh, this is gonna be some fun,” said Kelly. “I’d better go help with the drinks,” she said to John, smiling sweetly.

In the kitchen, Kelly asked Mary if everything was alright between all of them and if tonight was going to be okay. Her friend reassured her that this was to be a night for John to be in charge and that both girls would be together in whatever transpired. “Mary, I am so in awe of you and John,” said Kelly.
“Well, you’re a hot little tart yourself, girl. You’re dressed to kill. What’s that perfume you’ve got on?”
“It’s Red Door, my favorite.”
“I like it. You know, John and I used to not talk about our sex life at all, but now that’s all changed. He told me recently that he prefers it when I just come out of the shower freshly-scrubbed, no perfume or hand lotion or anything. He likes to smell me like I am. He says THAT is really erotic.”
“Ohgosh, I’m sorry, should I go shower?” Kelly apologized.
“No, no, he kinda expects it to be different with you, I think. You know, variety and the spice of life thing.”
Mary looked her young friend in the eye. “You know, since we’re all being honest, I have to say that I really enjoyed doing what I did to you when you were here the last time. And everything you did with John, I loved watching.”
“Mary, I liked what you did too — I’m not a lesbo.”.
Mary put her hands around the girl’s head, pulled her to her, and kissed her forehead softly. “You’re nice, and I like your taste – let’s be each other’s whores sometime.” Kelly melted, shocked, but didn’t resist. She’d do anything for her friend.

The two walked with beers and cut-up veggies to the living room, some kind of new understanding established between the twenty-seven-year-old co-worker and the fiftyish wife of thirty years, the mentor and good friend.