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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 6: While the Cat i

... shoulders and held her at arm's length for a moment. "On the cheek, Pamela? Oh, I think we can do better than that," Darla said with a chuckle so full of sexual innuendo that it would probably have been judged obscene by even the most liberal of judges. She pulled Pamela into an embrace and kissed her hard on the mouth. Pamela responded eagerly and what might have become a kitchen floor tryst was interrupted by the chime of a timer. "Oh, damn, I have to get those appetizers out of the oven," Pamela said, breathlessly breaking the embrace. "I think I see what I want right here," Darla said, eyeing Pamela hungrily. Pamela was wearing a pair of shorts that set off her legs nicely and a nearly shear blouse of some gauzy summer fabric. She wore no underwear and felt completely decadent about it. She hoped her pussy hadn't leaked so much that she'd soaked through the shorts. Her nipples were clearly visible under the blouse and it was obvious that they were standing to attention. Darla sported a light cotton summer dress. Her breasts were at least one order of magnitude larger than Pamela's and going braless was out of the question. But, Pamela guessed that there were no panties under that dress, something she planned to determine shortly. First, food and wine and some conversation. She had a lot to tell her new friend. "Oh go on," Pamela said, laughing. "You're incorrigible. Grab a glass of wine and go have a seat in the living room. I'll be in with some appetizers in just a ...

... sec." Darla poured a glass of wine, but stayed in the kitchen where she could continue to admire Pamela's form. Pamela went to the oven, grabbed a pot holder, and removed a tray of hors d'oeuvres which she transferred to a platter. Darla stared at Pamela's ass unashamedly when her new friend bent over to take the tray of appetizers out of the oven. "Mmmm...those smell delicious, what are they?" "I know there's a proper name, but I just call them mushroom puff pastry. We have to let them cool a little, so let's take the tray and our wine and move to the living room," Pamela said, picking up the plate with the food and her wine glass. Darla picked up the bottle and her own glass and followed Pamela out of the kitchen. Pamela put the plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down, placing her wine glass on a coaster. Darla sat next to her and put her own glass as well. "So, how long do you have?" Pamela asked, taking a small napkin and putting one of the pastries on it. She sat with her leg up on the sofa, turned so that her body was facing Darla's. "I have all weekend. Jerry is visiting his parents. He's helping them with their finances and some home maintenance - aging parents, you know how it goes. Bottom line is I got out of going with him and I'm free as a bird until Sunday night." "Fantastic," Pamela said, taking a sip of her wine. "You know, I thought it was the appetizers that smelled so delicious, but I can see that it was something else I was picking up on," ...