Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... told her all about my relationship with Rhiannon. How our friendship blossomed on tour. Hours and hours in the locker room and gym together. We lived in each other's pockets. It didn't take long for us to be in bed together too. Our parents sort of accepted it.

It was interesting to hear that it was something similar for Sarah and Izzy. I knew exactly what she had gone through. She had felt the same.

Time was flying by, things were just easy between us, we finished our first mug of coffee, and I offered her another, along with another slice of cake. She chuckled and agreed whilst suggesting she would work a little harder in the gym. The conversation was free flowing. It was lovely, as was Sarah.

Standing in the kitchen as my coffee machine whirred, I focused as I cut another slice of cake, I turned and smiled at her. Handing it over. I just had the urge to hug Sarah. I withheld, she was not crying or upset. I kept hold of my cake and left her alone. I would have hugged Rhiannon just about now. In our youthful exuberance we would have been naked kissing and fingering each other on the kitchen floor or one of us eating the other out on the countertop. When John and I moved in, we christened every room several times. The kitchen sex had been great fun.

It was when I offered her the fresh mug of coffee that she asked. "Do you want to come out with us for some drinks on Saturday night?"

I laughed and defensively gulped my still far too hot coffee., "You don't ...

... want old me hanging out with you."

"We do, Adam even suggested it yesterday." She smiled her convincing warm smile.

"I will need to check with John, my husband." I curse. I don't need to check; I will just tell him I am going out for a change. I really don't need to mention him in this situation. I should be focusing on her.

"That's cool, you've got my number."

All too soon, we gave each other a big squeeze of a hug goodbye with a promise to meet up on Saturday. Both at twelve for tennis, and then in the evening for a drink or two. The door closed and she was then off running to the gym, and a few minutes later I was finally lighting a much-needed cigarette whilst waiting for my cheese and ham sandwich to melt in the oven.

***

"John, darling, can I go out with the tennis girls this Saturday night?" I asked on Friday morning as I brought him his morning coffee as he sat still in his t-shirt and boxers hungover staring at the computer reading through his emails. He again did not come home until very late the night before. Busy with the lads apparently.

He stayed out of the way as I got everyone off to school. Lucky him.

"It's been a while since you went out with that pretty one, what's her name...Rhiannon?" He looks at me with his furrowed brow.

I smiled and gave him the look. He knows her name. "It has, about a year."

"It would be good for you to go out."

"I know, thanks!"

Rhiannon came back into my life about two years ago, again thanks to ...