Catching up and getting buzzed.

As Fiona and you sip on drinks you turn on the drone of the TV as a distraction. She is not content with that though and starts chatting you up. It starts as general as one would expect but her mannerisms were always flirty in nature and her comfort zone with you steered the conversation quickly to more complicated topics to discuss. Even though much is very similar as college, she complements your looks, discusses her style, while bringing your eyes where she wants them with conversation. You are hesitant to compliment her or engage in more sexual oriented conversation she brings up. This is definitely a struggle.

You nervously guzzle several beers in a short time, which was probably the wrong move. As you start to loosen up you start being less tentative answering Fiona's questions. She picks up a picture of Sarah and you then giggles a little bit. You respond, "What's funny?" Fiona answers, "I never pictured you as a rebellious catch for a church girl. Good for you though, I imagine she lets you act out your devious desires on her and probably gets off so hard knowing how 'bad' she is being. Amiright?" You're taken aback for a second with her callousness. In thinking about it how your and Sarah's sex life is, you realize you do initiate almost all of the time and she is surprisingly enthusiastic for her background. "I guess you might be onto something there, because you're not wrong about the sex. Though we are much more vanilla then you and I ever were," you reply.

Fiona, smirking that you took the bait and basically complimented her finally, presses the topic, "That's understandable, no way you were not going to be more vanilla then we used to be. Hell, I don't see Sarah bending over this chair, begging you to take this empty and shove it in her thirsty pussy while you take her ass." As she says this she bends over the living chair, pushes out her amazing ass, whips her head around, and giggles. Your mouth begins to water at the sight and you cock twitches fully to life at the memory of something you two actually did previously. Her perfect butt encased in tight yoga pants is a perfect 10. The images flash through your mind as she slowly turns back around and sits down. Your practically drooling as you stammer, "You...you're right about that, hah. Do you need another drink!?" As you say this, without waiting for an answer you spin and go to the kitchen.

You take a second to regroup in the kitchen. You know what Fiona is trying to do to your and how could you do this to Sarah. You open up another bottle of Merlot and pour a glass and you also pound a beer before cracking another. You head back into the living room but Fiona has changed locations and is not on the sofa where you were sitting with her hand on a covered pillow. You think to yourself that she looks a little flushed but maybe that is the ****. You hand her the Merlot. She takes it, puts it on the coffee table, and pats the spot next to her. She looks you in the eyes and says, "Let's have a quick chat heart to heart before I head out."