Awkward conversations

The small, circular breakfast table was a little crowded. Richard sat hunched over, concentrating on his eggs as Lisa stirred her coffee endlessly, creating a caramel colored whirlpool in her cup. Jean asked Amy to pass the salt, who leaned across Richards plate to grab it for her. She seemed confident, he thought, she had an air about her as if she was winning some imaginary contest. Her hand slid through her red hair, pushing it behind her ear as she shot a knowing look across the table. Richard, who sat opposite of her, thought that she meant it for him at first, but when he noticed Lisa blushing nervously, he realized he'd been wrong.

Finally, after enduring the awkward silence long enough, Jean spoke up. "So, how did everyone sleep?" She leant back in her chair, her ample chest accentuated by the thin, grey tank top she wore. Richard did his best not to stare.

"Good, pretty good... the beds are more comfortable than they look." Richard threw his fork in his plate, feeling that he was no longer hungry and scratched his head, in search of some words that might make the conversation a little more pleasant.

Before he could think of anything, Lisa broke in. "Yeah I slept okay, the beds are great, it was a little noisy though." She took a sip of her coffee, letting her eyes linger on Amy. Richard thought that he might've seen her check her out, but he must've imagined it.

"Noisy, how so?" Jean responded earnestly, as she slid slightly lower in her chair. Suddenly Richard felt the softest touch on the inside of his bare leg, it nearly made him jump, before he realized what it was. Jean never looked at him, but ever so gently caressed his leg with her soft foot, stroking him up and down as she spoke to his wife, sitting right next to him.

"Oh, you know, the walls are a little thin and I'm quite a light sleeper. Not Richard here." she nudged him jokingly, as Richard feigned a smile. "I hope you guys didn't hear him snoring!"

Amy put her elbows on the table, resting her head in her hands and grinned as she spoke. "I didn't hear a peep, besides, me and Jeanie were a little to preoccupied..." Richards eyes widened and suddenly he felt himself begin to blush. It was obvious what Amy was insinuating and of course she and Jean were married, but he would've never expected to hear her speak about it so openly in front of them. Jean's face to reddened slightly and before her wife could continue, she interjected.

"Well, I think it's time for all of us to get ready! I booked us a spa day, you included Richard and they're expecting us in about an hour." Jean quickly stood up from the table, letting her foot fall from between Richards legs, who immediately missed her touch. She began gathering plates, as Richard stood up to help, following Jean into the kitchen and leaving Lisa and Amy to sit together at the table.