Mid-afternoon wine

“So come on,” said Tracy. “I’ve been here ages and you still haven’t  told me how things are going with your kinky love triangle thing.” The  two women were having mid-afternoon wine in the kitchen at Amy’s house.

“It’s good,” said Amy, sipping her wine and trying not to meet her friend's eye

Tracy stared at her. “That is the shortest answer I think I have ever  heard you give. What do you mean, it’s good? Come on, I need details  and your short answer suggests that it isn’t good at all.”

“No, it is good. Nothing bad has happened,” Amy reassured her.

“You are the last person I should have to pry information out of. Did you fuck him?” Amy nodded, bashfully. “And,” said Tracy, winding her hand like she was trying to crank the conversation forward.

“And it was good,” she said, defensively. “Really good,” she added more honestly.

“Really? But doesn’t he have, like, zero experience?”

“That’s what worries me. He’s already good and he can get even  better? It’s almost a scary thought. I mean, maybe he’s not good and  maybe it’s just we are super compatible but fuck me, Tracy, he makes me  cum, hard.”

Tracy leaned forward. “This is more like it but I don’t see the problem. Why are you so cagey about this?”

“Because I didn’t think I’d like it so much,” she blurted out. “I  thought it might be a bit of fun. Hell, I even thought I might cum a bit  but I didn’t expect to cum so hard or so easily. It’s like he’s the  perfect size for me. Just big enough to give it a bit of edge and touch  me so deep. Fuck, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. I told him  after the last time, we’d do it again soon but that was a few days ago.  I’ve been making excuses because I’m worried that I won’t want to stop.”

“Holy shit, I kind of get where you are coming from. I know Peter’s a great guy, even if he is the last person I thought you’d end up with. Does Kenny make him seem less like Mr Perfect?”

“Not really. He’s still my Mr Perfect. We’ve even been having some great sex recently.”

“So, what is the problem?” Tracy asked.

“I keep thinking about Keny’s dick when we are doing it,” confessed Amy.

“I still think you are overthinking it. I get it, young stud, great sex but Peter asked you to do this. I’m pretty sure he wants you to enjoy it. If it’s that good, I’d be there every night.”

“That’s probably why you are single,” jibed Amy.

“Ouch. I mean, you aren’t wrong but I end up with guys I cheated with  and then they are surprised when I cheat on them. Still, it’s getting a  bit old and so am I. Maybe I should find a Mr Perfect,” Tracy mused.

Just then the front door opened. “Hi, I’m back,” called Kenny from the hallway.

“Behave yourself,” Amy said, pointing at Tracy. “We are in the kitchen?” she shouted to him.

“Have you started using the royal we?” Kenny asked as he came in.  “Oh.” He froze, a little embraced by what he had just said and taken off  guard as he had been expecting to come in and get a kiss. Instead, he  was looking at a tall and toned woman in loud leggings, bright makeup  and short, curly blonde hair. She seemed about the same age as Amy and while she was attractive, it wasn’t in the soft, feminine way that Amy was. She was striking and maybe even a little boyish but she oozed confidence.

“Kenny, this is Tracy, an old school friend of mine. Tracy, this is Kenny, our new lodger.”

“Hi, Kenny,” said Tracy. Her voice was flirtatious and ladened with suggestion. “Amy’s just been telling me all about you and the problems of having a young man in the house.”

Kenny gave Amy a confused look. Amy sighed. “Seeing as she insists on being about as unsubtle as you can be, I might as well tell you that she knows about us.”

Kenny gave Amy a  shocked look. “Don’t worry, kid. Your secret is safe with me,” said  Tracy. “We go way back and have plenty of secrets about each other. I  have to admit, this one is about the juiciest.”

“Right, I should probably leave you to it then," stammered Kenny,  edging towards the door. I’m going to change and work out for a bit  before I have to work on this project.”

“Okay, sweetie. Dinner’s at the usual time.” said Amy.

“Thanks,” said Kenny and turning to Tracy added, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” said Tracy, giving him an appraising look. She watched him go before turning to Amy and saying, “You undersold him. He’s a little scrawny but he’s kind of cute.”

“You should see him with his shirt off. Peter got him working out. He has a very slim build so he’s never going to be  bulky but he is developing some muscle under those baggy clothes. I  forgot how easy it was to work out when we were young. It’s so much more  work these days.”

“Speak for yourself,” said Tracy, patting her abs.

“Oh, shut up. I hate your metabolism. You think he’s cute then?” Amy asked.

“Sure. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t look at him twice in a club but I expected a bent back and pimples.”

“Peter has been correcting his posture too. I think Kenny looks up to Peter a bit and outside of, you know, I think Peter has a soft spot for him too.”

“Well, now I’ve seen him and listened to you talk about how good his  cock is, I’d be tempted to go up there and give him a go,” said Tracy.

“Ha, you’d scare the poor boy to death if you did that,” laughed Amy. “If you are interested I am sure we could sort it out so he got to know you a bit first.”

Tracy looked at Amy and narrowed her eyes. “Interesting,” she said.

“What? What do you mean, interesting?”

“You have always been the jealous type when it comes to your boyfriends. How would you feel if I had said that about Peter?”

Amy opened her mouth to  speak but for a moment, no sound came out. “Huh…” she said eventually.  You’re right, that is interesting. What do you think that means?” she  asked.

“I think that how you feel about Kenny is very different to how you feel about Peter,” said Tracy.

“I do. Now I think about it, I see Peter as mine. I don’t see Kenny as mine. In fact, I want him to get as much experience as possible. I think it would help him grow.”

“How maternal of you. I mean, a pretty fucked up maternal but still.”

Amy smiled to herself as she took a drink of her wine. “You are right, I was overthinking it.”

“You look pleased about it,” said Tracy.

“Now, I don’t need to worry so much, I need to plan another session with him. He really does have a nice dick.”

“Maybe I will try and fuck him sometime. If your face is anything to go by, it would be worth a go.”

Amy looked at Tracy. “It’s still a bit soon to subject him to you. You’d scare him to death. When he’s ready, I’ll let you know.”

Tracy and Amy clinked their glasses together. Thoughts were swirling around Amy’s  mind. Keny wasn’t her true love, he was her project. She looked at her  sexually confident friend. All she could think about was how fun it  would be to blow her mind with how good Kenny was. There was a long way  to go but by the point she allowed Tracy to get her hands on him, she  will have sculpted him into a sex god. To get him to that point she was  going to have to get him a lot of experience.