watching Megan and Phoebe

Abbie pointed across the room where Megan and Phoebe were engaged in a quiet conversation.

"What do you think they're talking about?" asked Jake.

"Ooh, I don't know!" said Abbie. "But that's fun to imagine." She paused and thought for a moment. "Maybe they're remembering the time they spent with us in the pantry."

"Yeah, that was a nice time," Jake replied, sighing a little. Jake couldn't quite believe that just an hour ago, he had had sex with both of them and with Abbie, when all of this was just supposed to have been a day-before-a-wedding lunch.

As Jake was lost in his own thoughts, he felt Abbie's hand on his leg. "You're thinking about before," said Abbie. She slid her hand just barely onto the top of his pants and could feel his cock underneath the material. Her hand (and his pants) were partially obscured by the tablecloth that dangled loosely in front of them.

Jake looked at her. "Why do you think that?" He smiled and didn't deny it.

"Because your dick is getting hard," Abbie said simply.

"Maybe that's just because you're touching it. And because you're sexy as hell."

Abbie giggled. "Maybe that's why."

Jake smirked and looked at Megan and Phoebe. "Look, they're touching each other's hands." He noticed that while they appeared at the outset to simply be standing against a wall watching the room -- presumably to observe that all was going well -- they had intertwined their fingers with their hands half hidden behind Phoebe. It was more than just a couple holding hands. They were quietly arousing each other (while appearing "normal" to the room overall) much like Abbie and Jake were doing at their table.

They continued watching Megan and Phoebe, occasionally averting their gaze in order to not be noticed. Though if they were getting away with watching anyone, perhaps someone else was watching them. Abbie considered that idea, and wondered what someone else might think if they saw her stroking Jake behind their table.

Meanwhile, Megan stood very still but turned her head to get as much of a scope of the room as she could. Simultaneously, she slowly shifted her hand behind Phoebe's back, up slightly, and then down again -- which Jake noticed.

"Abbie, are you watching? I think Megan just put her hand into Phoebe's skirt."

Abbie giggled and shifted her body in her seat so she could see more. "I think you're right!"

They watched as Phoebe pressed herself back against Megan's hand, wedging Megan's arm between Phoebe's body and the wall behind them. At a quick glance, it might just look like a young couple casually being affectionate with one another. And who would look at Megan and Phoebe and think otherwise? Except both Abbie and Jake had images in their minds of the sex play they had all engaged in earlier that morning. Jake knew what was under that skirt. Abbie knew what Megan's fingers tasted like.

Jake was getting a bit hot. The thought of what Megan might be touching inside Phoebe's skirt combined with Abbie's fingers grazing over his pants -- it was extremely arousing. As Abbie's gaze fell upon Megan slipping into Phoebe's skirt, she couldn't help but imagine herself doing the same with Jake's pants. She traced her finger along the top of his zipper, catching his eye for a reaction.

"Abbie!" he whispered urgently. "Right here?"

She arched an eyebrow, playfully teasing, "Would you like that?"

Jake glanced around nervously. "I don't know ... it's so public, and it's a party with our families nearby."

Abbie pouted, but refrained from pulling at Jake's zipper. "You're no fun."

Jake looked at her incredulously. "I'm no fun? I'm pretty sure I'm capable of being quite fun ... and you know that firsthand."

Abbie winked knowingly and pressed a little harder against the bulge in his pants. "If you say so."