Jill stubbed out her half-finished cigarette in the overflowing ashtray. She had been pacing the floor and chain smoking ever since Bobbie Jean had called two hours earlier.
Bobbie Jean had invited she and Larry over to play cards and Larry still wasn't home. Stan had been working at the school and he said that rehearsal had been over before he left. Larry should have been home at least two hours ago. Where in the hell was he?
Jill pulled open the drapes and glanced out at the deserted street. There was no sign of Larry. She paced the floor aimlessly and then she noticed the faculty directory on the telephone stand. Larry had mentioned that he was working with a Mrs. Stevens. She could call Mrs. Stevens and see if Larry had left the school at the same time she did. He could have had car trouble or something like that.
Suddenly Jill started adding things up. Larry had been horny when he came home from rehearsal last night. He had mentioned that he might be late and yet Stan had said that rehearsal was over early. He had worn his new shirt tonight and he had even used some of that special cologne that he had gotten for Christmas. She wished she knew what Mrs. Stevens looked like.
Thirty seconds later, Jill was knocking on Bobbie Jean's back door. "Where's Stan?" she asked, rushing into the house, pushing past a puzzled Bobbie Jean.
Stan was sifting in front of the television drinking a can of beer. He looked up as Jill ran into the room. "Hi, Jill," he said. "What's the rush? You look like you're going to a fire?"
"I might just be!" Jill retorted, winking at Bobbie Jean. "What does Ms. Stevens look like, Stan?"
"Marta Stevens?" Stan asked. "The one that's directing the play?" lift nodded eagerly. "That's the one!"
"Well, she's about thirty with long hair," Stan answered carefully. He glanced back and forth at Bobbie Jean and Jill. He seemed a little uncomfortable.
"You said a little more than that when I asked you about her!" Bobbie Jean whined. "If I remember correctly, you said that she was a regular knockout and you wouldn't mind getting into her pretty pink panties!"
Stan made a twisted face. He nodded, staring at Jill's face. "Why did you want to know?" he asked, looking a little embarrassed.
Jill grinned excitedly. "Oh, Larry's not home yet and I hope that he's over at her house!"
"What?" Stan asked, screwing up his face in confusion. "Why in the hell do you hope he's over there?"
"I'm hoping that he's over there fucking her!" Jill giggled. "If he's actually doing what I think he's doing, my troubles are ala over!"
Bobbie Jean started hushing. "You've got to be kidding!" she chortled. "Straight old Larry, over fucking that hot little number? Don't you think that's kind of wild, Jill? I mean, how could you think a thing like that about a man who wears pajamas to bed three-hundred-sixty-five days a year?"
Stan felt like he was at a tennis match. He glanced from Jill to Bobbie Jean to Jill to Bobbie Jean until his neck hurt from turning his head so often. It was clear that the two girls knew something he didn't.
"What the hell is going on around here?" he asked pleadingly. "Either I'm cracking up or you two women aren't leveling with me. Jill hopes that Larry is out fucking another woman and you're talking about pajamas!" He pointed his finger accusingly at Bobbie Jean. "What's all this about anyway?"
Both Bobbie Jean and Jill burst into fits of laughter. They stared at his puzzled face and roared. Stan looked even more confused than ever. Finally Bobbie Jean managed to stop laughing and started to explain.
"I gave Jill that book of pictures you had in your tackle box. Jill got all turned-on looking at the kinky things in the book and she tried to get Larry to loosen up in bed. That didn't work so she came over here this morning to tell me about it and she walked past our window and caught us fucking. That made her even more horny so when I came over for coffee she told me she'd been pecking at us."
"Bobbie Jean said I should have knocked at the door and demanded a ring-side seat," Jill giggled. "At least I wouldn't have frozen my feet that way!"
"Well… anyway, Jill was still horny so we came on over here and I showed her how good it felt to get her pussy licked," Bobbie Jean said.
Stan's eyes widened appreciatively as Bobbie Jean winked at him. He was beginning to get the picture.
"Then she decided that Larry would never do anything kinky like that so she'd just have to find someone else to fuck. The only trouble was that if Larry found out she was going out on him, he'd probably be so mad he'd beat her up or divorce her or something, and the only solution we could think of was that Larry would have to get caught fucking another woman. Then he couldn't bitch if Jill found another man!"
Stan nodded thoughtfully. "Whew! Sounds like you've had a busy day!" he chuckled, grinning at Jill. "I'm finally beginning to understand all this."
"Right!" Jill said. Then she raised her eyebrows at Larry. "If you'll go over to Marta Stevens' house with me, I'll do something nice for you," she promised. "I'll talk Bobbie Jean into putting on a little, show with me. You can watch us lick each other's pussies."
Stan let out a bellow of laughter. "That's blackmail!" he chortled. "Both of you know I'd do just about anything to see that!"
Bobbie Jean grinned at Jill admiringly. "God! Have you ever changed since this morning!" she gasped. "I can't believe you're the same person!"
Stan stood up. He fumbled in his pocket and held up his car keys. "What are we waiting for?" he chuckled.
"I just hope Larry's not wearing his pajamas!" Bobbie Jean giggled as she locked the front door behind her.