"So you really think I'm seriously hot?" I asked in a coy tone. I didn't need an answer to that. My naked pussy was pressed right on his stiffening cock. I could feel it trying to straighten out inside his nylon running-shorts. I rose up slightly to relieve the pressure and felt it come up right in line with my slit. I lowered myself back down and started a slow grind against him, my mouth open, my breath quickening, and my juices beginning to flow inside my pussy.
Bud seemed entranced by my lap-dance right here at the dinner table. He stared right into my eyes and said, "Unhunh." That silver-tongued stud had such a way with words.
I rubbed my breasts on his chest and pressed against him and kissed him deeply. When he kissed back, I moaned and sucked his tongue into my mouth, teasing it like it was the head of his cock. I ran my hands through his hair and then caressed his face and his firm chest. I stroked my left hand down between my legs and felt the hardness of his cock through his pants. It was rock-hard and almost sticking out of the waistband.
I decided to help it along and took hold of the waistband of his shorts and yanked down, exposing his huge shaft to my hot pussy. I dropped onto it and felt the heat of it as it slipped along my slit between my labia like a hot dog in a bun...
Bud took hold of my ass and stroked and squeezed my cheeks. I had thought he might resist at some point, since his brother, and more importantly, his mother were sitting right next to us, watching the festivities. I was wrong. Bud seemed willing to let this go as far as I wanted.
By now, what had begun as an act on my part was becoming very real indeed. I was astride Bud's huge cock and I was so hot that I was on the verge of impaling myself on it and fucking him right there at the dinner table. As I stroked and caressed his cock with my wet pussy-lips, I whispered in his ear, softly, so that only he could hear, "Oh, Bud. I'm so hot. I want your big cock in my pussy so bad. I want to feel your hard cock inside me. I want you to fuck me, Bud. I want you to fuck me hard and long and then I want you to cum in me and fill me up. Oh god, Bud. I can hardly wait until Friday night."
I went back to my own chair and sat down. I sipped my iced-tea and tried to cool off. I was very aware of my extended and sensitive nipples rubbing against the thin cloth of my shirt. It was all I could do to keep my hands off myself. I looked around and thought that if I had gone through with it and fucked Bud right then and there, everyone in the room would most certainly have cum along for the ride. I smiled into my tea and filed the idea away for some future time.
When everyone's breathing returned to normal, we ate our chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes.
After supper, we all helped clean up. The kitchen was a real mess. Bambi had managed to get oil all over everything while frying the chicken. It looked like we were served the best pieces out of two or three batches. After it was all spick and span again we headed down to the family room.
On the way I caught Jim's sleeve and pulled him aside.
"Can I interest you in a lap dance, too?" I asked in as sultry a voice as I could manage. "We could even go someplace private if you like."
"Sam," he began, in a tone dripping with regret and apology, "as much as I want to, I'm going to have to ask for a rain-check on that."
"What?" I said, incredulously. Fooling around with his brother had got me really worked up and I had been hoping that I could get Jim to give me some much-needed relief. I wasn't so much offended at being turned down as curious about why. "Jim," I teased, "don't you think I'm sexy?" I stepped close and pressed my breasts against him as I stroked his cock through his shorts. He was still pretty stiff from watching the show at dinner.
"Please," he said, putting his hand over mine and halting my stroking. "I promised."
"You promised? You promised someone you wouldn't have sex with me?"
"With anyone. Not even jerking off."
I was nonplussed. I could make a good guess at who, and the what sounded very familiar, but I still wanted to hear it from Jim.
"Oh, Jim! That's so sweet! Can you tell me who? Is it anyone I know?"
He looked down at where I was still pressed against him and still had my hand on his cock, taking his pulse with my fingers. I let go and stepped back a bit.
"Yes," he said. "It's someone you know."
"Could it be someone with red hair who lives up the street?"
"Could be."
I suppose I had seen that coming. Or rather I had heard that one cumming since Sunday. Neeka and Jim seemed to be developing a relationship without me in the middle of it. I had brought them together, so I was responsible for any fire that those sparks had started. The least I could do was to help Jim keep his promise.
"OK," I said. "Far be it from me to interfere. I promise not to tease you. Well, not too much, anyway." As I backpedaled on my promise of non-interference, it occurred to me that the harder I made things for Jim, the harder I would be making him for Neeka. "If you want to save yourself for someone else, I think that's certainly your choice to make."