‘Where are you, Mare?’ I had to yell over the phone to be heard. ‘I’m with Stephanie at a club in Underground Atlanta.’ She had to yell back...at me. ‘You didn’t say anything about going out clubbing with Stephanie. Have you been drinking already?’ I asked as my fear of her being led astray by Stephanie reemerged. ‘I’ve only had one and this is the only club we’re going to. I promised not to get drunk and I won’t. Stephanie promised to stop me from drinking more than two drinks tonight. I still. They lived in a really nice subdivision and obviously both were making good salaries to be able to afford the house. We rang the bell and were greeted by Beth her co-worker who was a petite little thing, well tanned and in a sun dress. Sun dresses always turned me on because you can get enough of a hint of what’s underneath and still use your imagination. I immediately wondered if she was wearing panties… Beth gave us a big hug and with a swoop of her arm, told us to go on in, her husband Les. Eventually, though, the time comes for'Nikki' to bow out. As promised, the nail polish remover takes care ofthe colour on my fingernails and my face is quickly stripped of all itsmake-up. I slowly strip myself off, but before the time comes to removemy thong, I hesitate. With a wicked grin on my face, and Sarah in her en-suite waiting for me to finish changing, I slip my boxer shorts on overmy thong and finish putting Nick's clothes back on."Ready," I call Sarah, who re-enters her bedroom and. " As she said this she flicked the light back off (which actually improved the look of the budget room). She wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me. Stan came up behind her and fondled her chest from behind. I broke off the kiss, much as I enjoyed the feel of her soft gentle lips on my own, not to mention her warm tongue starting to enter my mouth. The taste of alcohol on Linda's breath made me wonder about consent. "Whoa, hang on. Linda, are you sure this is okay?" "It is okay,".