Part 16 (2/2)

”I'm afraid so,” Lynn replied. ”I believe it's probably safer that way.”

”Safer for whom?” Chris teased.

Lynn smiled. ”Probably for both of us.” She stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Swallowing, she asked, ”What are we watching tonight?”

”Ghost is on the movie channel,” Chris said after scanning the TV Guide.

Lynn, remembering the scene in the movie at the pottery wheel, vetoed that selection. ”I don't think so.”

”Aliens is on another channel,” Chris said sarcastically, then looked at Lynn.

”Yeah, that's safe,” Lynn replied.

Chris shook her head and switched the channel to Ghost anyway. Looking over at Lynn, she smiled mischievously. ”I believe whoever has possession of the remote control, gets to decide!”

”Is that right? Well, we'll see about that!” Lynn said as she lunged toward the remote. Chris drew it into her body, protecting the device. As the two began wrestling, they fell off the couch and the popcorn spilled onto the floor.

”Hold on.” Lynn motioned for Chris to be quiet. ”Was that just a knock on the door?”

The two listened for a moment. Then came another knock.

Lynn tiptoed over to the door and looked into the peephole.

”It's Charles and Marie!” Lynn whispered. ”What kind of people drop by at eleven o'clock at night? Go get Matt!”

”Just a minute!” Lynn called to the couple at the front door, then turned back to Chris, who hadn't budged.

Chris shook her head. ”I guess I neglected to mention that he's not home. He left with some guy named Paul.”

Lynn ran her fingers through her hair. ”What are we going to do? Both of your cars are out there! Isn't that going to look kind of funny?” she asked Chris, who looked like she had just had a brainstorm.

Chris jumped up and hurried down the hall. ”Go ahead and let them in!”

”What?” Lynn said, panicking.

Chris stuck her head around the corner. ”Trust me! Go ahead and let them in!” Then Lynn heard a door shut.

Lynn swung the door open. ”I'm sorry it took me so long! I spilled my popcorn,” she explained as she pointed to the mess on the floor.

”No problem, dear.” Marie's eyes searched the living room. ”Where's the kids? We saw Chris's car still out front and thought we'd stop by for ice cream.” Marie held out a bag from a local creamery.

”Umm*” Lynn searched for something to say, then as if on cue, she heard a door open and Chris's voice from down the hall.

”What do you want, babe?” Chris said loud enough for her voice to carry. Then pretending to answer Matt's question, she laughed. ”G.o.d, Matt, let me have a break! I need sustenance!” Lynn heard the door close lightly and footsteps coming down the hall. Just then, Chris emerged.

Clad in just one of Matt's b.u.t.ton-down oxford s.h.i.+rts, Chris emerged from the hall, looked over at the couple still standing at the door, and pretended to stop dead in her tracks.

”Mr. and Mrs. McKinley!” Chris exclaimed. Acting embarra.s.sed, she pulled the s.h.i.+rt, which had only a few b.u.t.tons b.u.t.toned, unevenly at that.

Charles turned away and remarked to his wife, ”See, I told you that eleven o'clock was too late!” Then turning back to Chris, trying to hold in a smile of pride for his son, said, ”I'm sorry, please forgive us. We'll see you all tomorrow!”

Marie, obviously embarra.s.sed, rushed to Chris and handed over the bag of ice cream. ”Here, it's his favorite,” she said. She turned and was escorted out the door by her husband.

Lynn closed the door and gave a sigh of relief.

”This worked out great!” Chris laughed, holding out the bag of ice cream. ”Makes up for the spilled popcorn!” She opened the bag, pulled out a carton of orange sherbet, and shrugged. ”Figures!”

Lynn rolled her eyes. Chris was getting too good at acting.

Chris leaned over to pick up the receipt that had fallen out of the bag. ”Come on! Let's dig in!”

Lynn unconsciously watched as the s.h.i.+rt fell away from Chris's skin to reveal just enough of Chris's b.r.e.a.s.t.s to make her quiver.

”Umm* not until you put some more clothes on,” Lynn said to Chris, who shrugged, handed Lynn the ice cream, and pattered back down the hall. Lynn thought there was nothing s.e.xier than a woman wearing only a b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt.

Lynn picked up the remote and changed the channel to Aliens. Setting the remote back onto the table, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of spoons. Chris had added a pair of shorts to her wardrobe and was changing the channel back to the previous movie.

”Chris!” Lynn whined as she motioned toward the picture on the tube.

Chris took the remote and slid it under the band of her shorts. ”Sorry. If you want it, you'll have to come and get it!”

”Okay, then you can't have any ice cream!” Lynn teased, plopping down with the carton and the spoons on the far end of the couch.

”Fine!” Chris replied, plopping down in the other corner.

Lynn took the lid off of the ice cream and dug a spoon in the center of the mixture. She could tease just as well as Chris. Besides, it would do Chris good to receive some of her own medicine. She put a spoonful in her month and slowly withdrew the utensil. ”Ummm*” she moaned as she let the ice cream linger in her mouth.

”Sure you don't want some?” Lynn smiled as she dipped the spoon into the ice cream again. This time drawing out only a tiny bit of the substance, she waved the spoon in Chris's direction and coaxed Chris out of her corner. Chris crawled across the couch on her hands and knees and reached for the spoon with her mouth. Lynn brought the spoon close to Chris's mouth, then pulled it away; brought it close, then pulled it away; and finally let the spoon rest on Chris's awaiting tongue.

Another spoonful was dipped, this time more than overflowing with the mixture. Lynn offered it to Chris, who took it all into her mouth. A drop escaped from her lips, and made its way down her chin. Lynn leaned forward, so close that Chris thought Lynn was going to capture the liquid with her tongue. Chris swallowed hard, feeling her heartbeat grow faster. Chris wiped the cream from her chin with her index finger and offered it to Lynn. Lynn took Chris's finger in her mouth and sucked off the orange juice.

This teasing is getting pretty serious, Lynn thought to herself, as her body began to overheat. She took the next spoonful and playfully licked it off the utensil, savoring every last drop. Then dipping in again, Lynn took the spoonful, and leaning forward, traced the full spoon up Chris's bare skin, from the first fastened s.h.i.+rt b.u.t.ton all the way up Chris's neck to her chin, and finally, to her mouth.

Chris felt the liquid dripping down her warm skin, then felt the excitement of Lynn's tongue as she licked the melting dessert from her skin. ”Oh my G.o.d!” Chris let escape under her breath.

After removing the creamy treat from Chris's skin, Lynn brought her face up to Chris's face. ”Excuse me? Did you say something?” Lynn whispered, her lips only a breath away.

Chris looked into Lynn's eyes, then paused, trying to regain her composure. Her heart was racing, her skin hot, not to mention the burning below. She scooted back and away from Lynn's hot body. She watched as Lynn's eyes traveled from her eyes, down her neck, to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and then watched as Lynn's mouth slowly formed a smile.

Chris looked down to find her nipples taut, pus.h.i.+ng their way through the cloth. She crossed her arms, trying to hide her arousal. ”You know, I'm suddenly feeling exhausted!” she said as she stood, ready to make her escape, ”No more ice cream?” Lynn teased.

”No, I think I'll just head off to bed,” Chris replied, feeling her face hot with desire. She turned and staggered down the hall, stopping as she heard Lynn's voice.

”Hey, aren't you forgetting something?” Lynn called.

Chris paused and turned around. Forgetting something? Like wanting to tear off this s.h.i.+rt, right here and now, to expose my nipples for you to lick and bite and suck until I come in your arms? she thought to herself, suddenly recalling pa.s.sages from the book she had read the previous night.

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