“When the game’s a blowout I guess you have to make your own entertainment.” Jeff slapped Greg on the back and then pulled him close. “Watch this.” He put his beer on the concrete floor and then tapped Kate’s shoulder.
A little wobbly, Kate turned away from Sharon and faced her husband. “Yes, Jeffie, you want somethin’, Honey?”
“Do you love me?”
She placed a palm against his chest, either as a sign of affection or for balance, probably both, and said with a wicked smile, “Oh, we’re playing this game, are we?”
He pointed down. “Please, hand me my beer, Sweetie.”
As she bent to fetch the cup, her baggy top fell open and briefly exposed her pointy breasts inside the translucent material.
Jeff looked up at Greg and smiled.
Handing the beer to Jeff, Kate winked at Greg and then turned back to Sharon.
“She knows?”
“Oh yeah, she knows. This is an old game we played in college. We called it ‘Flash and Dash’ back then. It was a cheap thrill, for both of us. Although, I think you’re the first friend she’s flashed. Must be the beer.”
***
When Kate turned back to talk to Sharon, her face was on fire. She’d deliberately exposed herself to her husband and Greg inside a stadium of thousands. How many others had seen her?
“Are you all right, Kate? You look a little flushed.”
Leaning close, Kate put a hand on Sharon for support. “Your husband just saw my boobs.”
“What?” Sharon glared at the two men. The stupid grins and the wink from Greg confirmed it.
Kate explained in a matter of fact tone, “I leaned over like this and they looked right down my shirt. See?”
Sharon did see and so did some people behind her, if the wolf whistles meant anything.
“God, I love teasing men. Don’t you? They are such a predictable pod of sperm whales. We have all the power, not at our fingertips but at our nipple tips. Don’t ever forget that, Sharon.” Then she leaned back to watch a pop fly to center field. Life had a few thrills left, after all.
***
They wandered back toward the hotel after the Yankees shameful defeat. Sharon held Greg’s hand. Kate and Jeff walked ahead and seemed to be in a constant state of foreplay. They laughed and kissed, creating a scene appropriate for lovesick teenagers. Greg’s eyes were glued to Kate.
“Kate said you saw her breasts. Did you?”
Greg answered without shifting his focus. “Yes, I did -- by accident.”
“I don’t think it was an accident, Greg. She gets off on it. She thinks acting like a slut gives her power over men.” From the look on her husband’s face, Sharon was beginning to see there was some truth in it. “You watch your step, Mister.”
Finally, Greg looked at her. “If you’re worried about me then you should loosen up. You’re a beautiful woman, Sharon. Men find you attractive. Let yourself enjoy it once in a while.”
“They do not. I’m an old, fat, married woman. You only pay attention to me because you have to.”
Greg stopped short and spun her to face him. “I love you, Sharon. I pay attention to you because I want to, not because I have to. When you believe sex can be fun again our lives will be a lot more…pleasant.” And then he wrapped her up and kissed her hard, without restraint or concern for witnesses.
When they separated, Sharon felt light headed and had to hold onto Greg. She only drank two beers at the game. It must be a hormone imbalance.
***
The foursome exited the elevator and strolled down the hall.
Greg spoke first. “Come into our room. It’s only eleven. We can play spades or hearts. Maybe there’s a good movie we can rent.”
“I don’t feel like cards,” said Kate.
“How about a movie then, Honey?” asked Jeff.
“Yeah, maybe a movie. It’ll have to be an action/adventure to keep me awake, though.”
Greg looked at Sharon. “How about it? Interested in watching a movie?”
Not wanting to be a spoilsport, she said, “Okay, but don’t get mad if I nod off,” and then gave a wan smiled.
They took up viewing positions on the two queen size beds, paired by marriage.
Kate commandeered the remote. She flicked through the channels until the movie preview menu was onscreen. “Oh, what have we here?” With a few clicks the adult movie previews were on display. “I haven’t seen a porno since college,” she announced and then picked a five-minute free sample. Two nude men were kneeling over a naked woman. Her hands were full of cock as the men explored her groaning, writhing flesh.
“Oh my goodness,” Kate blurted without changing the channel. “Has anyone ever participated in a group grope?”
There was utter silence, until Sharon said, “My roommate in college used to bring boys back to the room. She had two… a few times.” All heads snapped in her direction. “It was dark. I couldn’t see anything. One of the guys got fresh once and felt me through my covers. I was so scared I pretended to sleep through it all.”
A press of a button and the television went black.
Kate said, “I love true confessions!” She turned to face Sharon and sat cross-legged on the flowery bedspread. “College was a great time for experimentation, wasn’t it? Sometimes I wish… I could get back that level of thrill. Don’t you?”
Sharon wouldn’t keep eye contact and she didn’t say ‘no’ either.
Still watching Sharon, Kate said, “You know what really turned Jeff and I on, back in college?”
No response from Sharon, who remained still with eyes glued to the carpet. So Greg had to ask. “What?”
“We liked watching other couples and being watched. It’s like a porno film to the power of 10.” Kate glanced at Jeff and then back to Sharon. “I learned so much about making love that way. We haven’t had a thrill like that since our senior year. Remember Lou and Rebecca, Jeff?”
“Oh yeah. They were gymnasts, very fit and flexible. We couldn’t keep up.” Jeff laughed.
Greg spoke up. “Well, we’re not fit or flexible, just flabby and fractious. I guess were not up to voyeuristic standards.”
“Maybe you aren’t, old man,” Jeff interrupted, “but Sharon has the soft, voluptuous allure of Marilyn Monroe.”
Sharon’s eyes darted from the floor to Jeff and then back to the floor. A hint of color spread across her face.
“Sharon doesn’t think men find her attractive, Jeff.”
With obvious consternation, she yelled, “Greg!” and glared at him.
Jeff declared with a stern voice, “You are wrong about that, Sharon.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Kate rose up on her knees. “You have such great curves, Sharon. Look at these little titties!” she demanded, while pulling up her jersey to expose two nicely proportioned small breasts. “You have about four times what I have. If men like to see these little boobies, they’d love to see your melons. Right Greg?”
Greg grinned big, and blatantly stared at Kate’s engorged nipples. “I can’t argue with the evidence.”
“And Greg, you may not be a body builder but you’re not fat. You have a sexy sense of humor and you are physically big. Personally… I wonder how big,” she said with a sly smile and dropped her shirt.
“Well, after this erotic conversation and display of flesh, I’m pretty big right now.” Greg laughed.
A lull in conversation, caused by an awkward lack of initiative, was broken unexpectedly when Sharon said, “I need a shower before I go to bed. The movie idea has obviously lost its appeal and been replaced by a sleep over. So why don’t you two go back to your room, get ready for bed, and then come back?”
The proposal was made with such a lack of enthusiasm no one moved until Sharon disappeared into the bathroom.
“Greg, I don’t know what just happened,” said Jeff, leading Kate by the hand. “But we’ll be back in about 30 minutes to find out exactly what Sharon’s idea of a sleep over is.”
Kate quietly followed with a smile and a wave goodbye.
***
Freshly scrubbed, Jeff knocked on their friend’s door.
Greg answered, “Come in. Door’s open.”
The corner table lamp was covered with a red scarf, giving the room a warm diffused glow. Greg sat on the end of their bed, wearing only silk pajama bottoms. Sharon was under the covers, lying on her stomach with her head turned away.
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