Marriage Between Friends

Marriage Between Friends

Christine stared at their faces as she came in wearing her favorite red, formfitting, Prada cocktail dress. It had been yet another failed date with a psychopath, and now she stood with her hands on her hips waiting for a response from her friends... well... not friends. Not really. This motley crew consisted of Richard, her ex-husband, New Christine, his fiancée, and Barb, her... husband. They wore blank expressions as they stared back at her.

"Well?" her stare turned into a glare.

"Well, what, Christine?" Richard was the first to reply.

"Do I look fabulous or not?"

New Christine made a face. "Is this a trick question?"

"I'm not really directing this at you."

"Okay." Barb smirked. "I'll bite. Yeah. You look fabulous. So what?"

"So why do I only seem to be attracting sea urchins? Do I look like seaweed?"

Richard considered his reply. "Well... seaweed is more of a thin green kinda plant, right?"

"Its definitely thin... and green." New Christine tousled a lock of her blond hair around her finger. "And a plant."

"Are you all calling me fat, now? Because I don't need this."

"No one said anything about fat, Christine." Barb half-heartedly came to their defense. "They just implied that you're not in the same class as seaweed."

But Christine was on a roll. "So, I'm not graceful or organic..."

"What?" Richard was confused. "You don't eat meat now?"

"She didn't say vegetarian..."

"You look... voluptuous!" Richard thought he was saving himself, but now Christine looked aghast!

"You're saying I'm fat!"

New Christine tugged his arm. "C'mon. We should be leaving. We actually have... that thing... to attend... tonight. Remember, Richard?"

He shook his head, drawing a blank. "Thing? What thing?"

"The thing." Barb helped shove him into a standing position. "You remember the thing. You've been planning it for weeks."

"Okay. I hope I'm dressed right."

"Perfect." New Christine ushered him out the door with a little backward wave, leaving Barb there with a jilted Old Christine.

"Do you believe those guys?" she frowned after them. "Calling me fat. Calling me... not green."

Barb made a face. "Christine, you're not green."

"Well, I know that, but..."

"And you do look fabulous. The guy was probably just a loser."

Christine smiled at her best friend. "You really mean it?"

"Of course. And don't tell anyone I said it. I have a reputation, you know."

She put her arms around Barb and squeezed her tight. She was so warm and just the right size for hugging. And the nicest thing was that Barb hugged her back. She usually didn't.

"I really like this dress." she murmured into Barb's soft woolly hair. "I like myself in it, too."

"So do I." Barb continued to hold on, and Christine was delighted. Maybe Barb was finally coming around. Warming up a bit to affection. She chuckled a little.

"You're the best husband I ever had, you know that, Barb?"

Barb pulled back to look up into Christine's face. Her expression seemed like she was about to make a snarky comeback, but instead, she just grinned. "I guess you make an okay wife. Now, let go before I start thinking you're just fishing for compliments from me."

"I love compliments from you." she touched Barb's face, a familiar, intimate gesture, then pulled her hand back. "Hey, lets watch a movie and pop some popcorn."

"Okay. But not Beaches or Top Gun."

"Aww! Why not?" Christine slipped out of her heels and started up the stairs. "The only time I can watch my movies is when Richie is asleep. Otherwise, he starts banging his head against the wall as soon as the soundtrack starts."

"Can you blame him?" Barb went to the kitchen to start the popcorn. "I do the same thing."

Christine snorted a laugh as she rounded the corner to her bedroom, and Barb was left with the decision to microwave or use a popcorn popper... but in another instant, Christine was calling after her.

"Hey, Barb! Can you come up? I... need you... please..."

Barb rolled her eyes and trudged up the steps. In another minute, she was standing in the threshold of Christine's bedroom, watching with amused eyes as Christine tried to get out of her dress.

"Well, are you going to help me or not?"

Barb snorted. "I was just gonna stand here and enjoy the show."

"It's not funny!"

"Okay, how small is this dress? And how did you manage to get all that in it?"

Now Christine was turning as red as the garment. "Don't start! Just... help..."

Barb took her time going over to where Christine was, in the center of the room, with one arm in and one arm out of the dress. She reached around Christine's body, pushed her long wavy dark hair aside and found the little clasp at the base of the neck.

"Did you even use the clasp? Or the zipper?"

Christine turned, her face inches from Barb's. "I... must have, right?"

"Otherwise, you must've used Crisco to slide into it."

"Well, maybe I can use Crisco to get out of it?"

"Shut up." Barb slid the zipper down her back, her hands tactically avoiding contact with the several inches of creamy skin as it became revealed to her. She wondered what difference it made now. She had been friends with Christine since they were both very young, had seen her naked, had seen her in all kinds of situations - but now, she was struggling to keep her head clear. Maybe it was the intoxicating perfume she wore.

"Do you like my cologne, Barb?" it was as if Christine had read her mind. "It's Jlo."

Barb laughed out loud. "You're kidding me."

"Nope. It was a gift from Richie." Christine slid the dress down halfway and was wearing a sheer black bra beneath. "I had suggested Celine Dion, but..."

"Well, I'm gonna go finish the popcorn."

"Don't go, yet." Christine was rubbing her shoulders, as best she could, making a face. "Massage?"

Barb rolled her eyes again. "Dang, Christine, What next? The spa treatment?"

Christine's dark eyes grew wide. "Would you?!"

"Hell no." Barb grumbled. "I'll do the shoulders. But only because you had a bad date - and you promised not to make me suffer through Beaches."

"Okay." she stood as Barb came behind her and started to work on her shoulder muscles with sure hands. "But you might consider Top Gun?"

Barb made a face. "At least they don't cry in Top Gun." as she rubbed the tense shoulders, she tried to ignore Christine's sensuous moans. God, the sounds she made were almost too much. "And do you have to do that?"

"Can't help it, Barb." she groaned. "You have magic fingers."

Christine tossed her head back and her hair flowed across Barb's hands, which she ran her fingers through before pushing it aside. Barb's face was right next to Christine's ear, and she was tempted to brush it with her mouth, but she refrained. What the hell was happening to her?

"Okay. Good enough?" Barb's voice cracked when she spoke, and she cleared it and was about to go, when Christine stopped her.

Her dark eyes met Barb's and then she brought her mouth forward and kissed her friend, gently on the lips. Barb was used to being kissed by Christine. In fact, Christine kissed everyone at some point in their lives, but now was different. It sent a jolt of electricity through Barb, and sent warning signals to her brain. Christine was past the point of just being playful. Barb could see the heat in her face and she figured she may as well be the responsible one and let her down gently.

"Christine, I know we're married, but..."

"I know what you're going to say. And yes, my mind was in the gutter, but just... go with me on this one, Barb."

Barb sighed. "Christine. We both like guys. You know that. Don't go changing the rules."

"Hey, I never ruled anything out."

Barb snorted. It was true. Christine had been with nearly as many women as she had been with men, but it would make things awkward if they crossed that line together. It was different when they were in college; they had both been so young and stupid and horny. And it hadn't led anywhere, just to mutual lukewarm orgasms they both mostly forgot over time. But now was different. They were grown and Barb was a friend of the family, a God mother to Richie, co-owner of the gym. What if it turned sour quickly? Then again, Barb wasn't really the type to get terribly attached. She tended to bounce back quickly from relationships-gone-wrong. But this was Christine, her best friend... damn.

"This is a bad idea." Barb hadn't even noticed Christine was only wearing her bra and panties and was tousling the coarse locks of Barb's hair around her fingers. "And would you stop that?"

"I can't help it, Barb. I'm so attracted to you. It's like hormone overload. If you don't kiss me or touch me or something I'm gonna end up humping your leg - or worse!"

Barb glared. "Christine, get a hold of yourself!"

"I can't help it! You're so damned sexy, Barb - and the fact that you're resisting me is making it worse!"

Christine crushed her mouth against Barb again, and this time, they fell onto the bed, Christine straddling Barb, pinning the poor woman down.

Barb's arms were out, as she struggled to grasp a breath of air, because Christine was kissing her like a mad woman - but then something snapped, and she brought her arms up to encircle the other woman, her hands on her soft skin, caressing her back.

Christine was moaning into Barb's mouth, grinding her hips against her as Barb let her hand drift down to caress Christine's round ass. Oh dear God, it was nice. Barb felt Christine's tongue in her mouth and reached out her own tongue to taste it, to lick it. Christine paused, during a moment of clarity, and jumped off the bed only long enough to close and lock her bedroom door. Then she was over Barb again in seconds flat, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl.

In another instant, they were switching positions, Christine on her back looking up into Barb's eyes, her hand on her face, her cheeks flushed. "I'm so horny right now, Barb. I seriously might explode right now if you don't screw me into the mattress."

"Jeez, you have a dirty mouth." Barb said, but she was smirking. "I guess that's why I married you."

"I love you being on top."

Barb let her hand drift along Christine's flat belly. "You're in great shape, Christine."

"You think so? You're not just saying it?"

Barb shrugged. "No. I never lie about stuff like that. I might lie and tell you I like your shoes - just so you don't freak out."

"I freak out?"

"You know you do. You're totally neurotic like that."

"Oh." Christine thought about it. "I guess I am."

"That's okay." Barb kissed her mouth. "Its one of the things I love about you."

Christine beamed and kissed Barb, her mouth wide to suck on her probing tongue. She was getting so wet, she thought she might go insane if Barb didn't touch her.

"Barb, please..."

Barb let her hand drift down Christine's stomach, past her navel and to her crotch where she rubbed her through her panties, feeling the heat and the dampness. Christine let her eyes drift shut as Barb rubbed her, slowly.

"Oh God, Barb... that's nice." she moaned.

"You like it?" Barb kissed the valley between Christine's breasts, lifted the bra up over them and took one of the reddish peaks into her mouth, causing Christine to whine, a high-pitched noise at the back of her throat.

"Oh... yes..."

"Quiet, Christine. You're gonna wake up Richie jr."

Christine shook her head, incoherent. "No... he... sleeps like the dead..."

"And you make enough noise to wake the dead." Barb murmured as she reached beneath Christine's panties and found the source of the wetness, fingers sliding beneath the soft patch of hair and into her tight cavern, making Christine whimper.

"Christ, you're... oh... Barb, yeah... God..."

Christine was thrusting her pelvis against Barb's hand, while her own hands reached up beneath Barb's shirt to caress the warm brown skin, to feel the soft full globes beneath her shirt.

In no time, she had divested Barb of her shirt and was caressing her chocolate drop nipples through the bra while Barb lazily fingered her.

"I'm gonna c-come so hard... I... can feel it..." Christine looked debauched. Hair wild about her head and fanned out across the pillow, eyes unfocused, face flushed, naked except for her panties, which Barb hadn't bothered to remove.

"Not until I say you can." Barb was toying with her, bending her head to graze Christine's mouth, chin, collar bone with tongue and lips and teeth. Christine was clinging to her, riding her hand hard, desperate to come, and then Barb stopped abruptly and pulled her hand away, making Christine cry out.

"Oh, God, Barb, what..." she glanced up at her husband, frantic, "...why'd you stop?"

"I thought I heard something." Barb whispered.

Christine whimpered, near tears as Barb sat up, listening.

"I'm sure it was nothing." Christine was breathless, chest heaving until she heard her son's familiar voice outside the door.

"Mom? I heard noises. What's going on?"

Her laugh sounded nervous to her own ears. "Um. Nothing, honey. I'm just... I'm doing yoga."

Barb made a face as Ritchie jr. tried the knob. "How come your door is locked?"

"Um..." Christine was desperate for him to go away. Christ, why didn't he stay with his father tonight? "...um... because it's very rigorous, this yoga. I didn't want you to...um... get hurt or anything."

After a few seconds pause, he tried the knob again. "Is there a guy in there with you?"

Barb smirked but was very still as Christine sighed, "Nope. No guys, Ritchie. Just mommy. I'm... um... about to watch Beaches, so you'd better go to bed. You know how much you hate Wind Beneath my Wings..."

He made a gagging noise and said goodnight, before they heard his door shut again, and Christine lay on her back, glaring up at the ceiling.

Barb lay beside her, looking down at her. "Seems like Bette Midler would appeal to him."

Now Christine turned to her. "Are you making gay jokes about my son?"

Barb smiled, her voice a tinge ironic. "I wouldn't dream of it, Christine."

With a sudden burst of vigor, Christine climbed on top of Barb and straddled her. "Good. Now, are you going to finish me off or am I going to have to divorce you?"

"I can't tell if you're threatening me or not." Barb rested her hands on Christine's thighs.

Christine bent her head low to kiss Barb hard on the mouth and shove her bra up over her breasts, making Barb gasp in surprise. "Shoe on the other foot, eh, sweetie?"

"Don't you 'sweetie' me!" Barb grumbled, but she sighed when Christine's mouth bent to take one of her hard nipples between her teeth. Her tongue came out to lap at it, swirl around it and suckle it while the other hand held onto the other ample breast and tweaked the nipple.

Barb turned her head to the side, biting her lip to keep from making noise.

Christine continued to play with Barb's nipples until the other woman was pushing her away, and Christine was so hot that her body felt spring-loaded. Every touch made her tingle, ever breath made her ache, every kiss made her want to devour Barb, and soon she was too delirious to even make jokes. Her sarcasm had gone out the window - along with her restraint.

She got Barb naked and shed the final wisp of a garment and was fucking Barb's hand like a buccaneer, head thrown back, eyes crossed, hair wild like a mad woman. Barb's other hand squeezed and tugged the nipple almost to the point of pain, but it was just what Christine needed.

Christine bent herself over Barb's body and caressed the hot cocoa skin while she reached down with both hands and pinched the peaks of Barb's breasts.

When she was almost there, she gyrated her hips above Barb and buried her face in her shoulder, biting her lip to keep from screaming. In another instant, she was overcome with wave after wave of orgasm and was acutely aware that she had drenched Barb with her juices.

Barb slid her hand free and dragged them up and down Christine's trembling, sweat drenched body. She felt so silky and so good above her, so perfect. Barb hated to admit that she actually liked being covered with Christine's body and with her long dark hair. She liked the smell of her and the feel of her and the way her pussy clenched around her fingers while she fucked her. It was all so exquisite.

But Christine didn't give her very long to reflect. In another moment, she was kissing Barb, deeply, tonguing her mouth as she reached down to caress her body, her chest, stomach, sides...

Before Barb had time to wonder what was happening, Christine was moving down her body, kissing her belly, her navel, her bush. When her tongue found Barb wet and ready, Barb had to bite her lip again to keep from shouting. It felt so damn good, Christine's mouth on her, her tongue exploring her nether regions, teasing her most sensitive spots.

"Oh God, Christine..." Barb moaned, so softly, Christine had to strain to hear.

When she began to suck on her pussy, she also slid two fingers inside her tight canal, finding the place inside her that made Barb see stars behind her eyes and made her toes curl. She grasped at the sheet, anchoring herself as she struggled to hang on to the precipice. It was almost over before it even began with Christine lapping at her, fingering her, and caressing her; it was sensation overload. She honestly never expected Christine to be such an energetic lover...

And then Barb arched off the bed and was coming, her body stiffening against Christine's ministrations. Her mouth was open in silent cry as Christine finished her off, gently licked her down from her high until she came up the bed to lie beside Barb, stroking the nipple nearest her.

After several moments, and after catching their breath, Barb turned to look at Christine, ran her fingers through her hair. "What the hell did we just do?"

Christine snorted, "Hell, I dunno. It seemed like a good idea..."

"At the time." Barb's voice was hoarse. "What about now?"

Christine shrugged, her voice turning serious. "I think it was... pretty incredible..."

"Well, yeah, but we should forget it ever happened. I mean, it was good, but..."

"What if I don't wanna forget?" Christine was pouting as she traced a pattern on Barb's cheek. "What if I wanna do it again? Tomorrow night? What if I want you to come to bed with me every night?" She paused. "What if I love you, Barb?"

Barb didn't know what to say. "Well... what if I love you too?"

"You can't answer a question with a question. It's totally against the rules."

"Okay, are we saying we're gonna be... in a relationship? A real one?"

Christine smiled, excited. "If you want to. I want to."

Barb sighed, tasting trouble on the wind the way a deer can smell a hunter, but she relented. "Okay, but if we're just testing the waters, maybe you shouldn't tell your brother... or Richard... or New Christine..."

"Or Ritchie Jr."

"Especially not Ritchie Jr. In fact, just don't tell anyone... until we see how it goes."

Christine leaned forward, her forehead against Barb's. "Okay. I'm game."

"Okay, now... are we going to sleep or..." Barb held Christine closer to her, feeling her hot skin against her own.

"That's entirely up to you." But Christine was already wrapping her legs around Barb again, rubbing herself against her. "But I should tell you I'm going to be late to work tomorrow. That's a given."

Barb shook her head. "Christine, you're late every day."

"Shit. I forgot we don't open at ten." Christine grinned. "Thank God I have you, Barb."

Barb smirked and gave her wife a chaste kiss before turning out the light. "Ditto."

END