cup. He accepted with a smile and
patted the seat next to him.
Paige was so not used to socializing in other people's rooms and sat
on the arm of the chair instead of beside him. There was nowhere else
for her to sit, or so she thought until Casey grabbed her by the waist
and pulled her backwards. She landed with a squeal in his lap and
struggled slightly, but not too much, because she didn't want to spill
her drink.
Rosa laughed at Paige's legs churning the air. Making her way
from the kitchen into the living room, she carried two cups with her.
Standing over Tadd, she handed him one of the cups, leaned over and
planted her lips on his.
Snuggling up to Casey on the dance floor was a whole lot different
than sitting with his arm around her shoulders on the oversized chair
that didn't feel oversized. She should feel awkward at the intimate
setting, but strangely she was cozy, fitting perfectly under his arm.
Glancing over at Rosa and Tadd, she wished she hadn't.
Rosa lifted her leg to straddle Tadd. Her skirt rode up and showed
the curve of her ass and the red thong she wore beneath.
Casey glanced over as well but didn't stare. He turned back to see
Paige cover her eyes. He chuckled at her soft shriek of
embarrassment and his arm tightened around her shoulders.
Thinking on the situation, Paige began to feel a little odd. There
she was cuddling with a man she had just met. She had though he was
around twenty-five or so. Seeing him in the light from the lamp
beside them and the glow spilling in from the kitchen, he looked
closer to thirty. He was still younger than her. Plus, hearing the
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smack down going on just a few feet away on the couch unnerved her.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rosa grinding her hips across the
front of Tadd while his hands massaged her, pulling her harder against
him.
She cleared her throat and took a big drink of the warm wine trying
to get the picture out of her mind. Staring at the television was no
help because a porno was displayed on the twenty six inch flat screen.
Oh joy, even better . Paige leaned her head back with a groan. What
was she going to do now? This was not good. She was Rosa's friend,
and her boss on this contract.
What was she thinking putting her in a situation like this? But she
couldn't blame it all on her. She was the one who had tossed back the
drinks. No one had forced her. The alcohol still caused her brain to
be fuzzy. The groans and moans from Rosa and Tadd were making
her want to squirm. The tingling sensations of Casey's hand lightly
stroking her arm ran up her spine. She was old enough to know she
was turned on and knew if she dipped her fingers inside herself that
she would be soaking wet.
The thought made her want to moan. It had been six months since
she had slept with her husband and the personal vibrator she had
brought with her had stopped working three months into the trip. The
girl on girl action on TV was making her think things she shouldn't
and she ducked her head to take another drink of her wine. Then she
saw the bulge in Casey's pants.
She hadn't considered what this was doing to him. What the hell
was she going to do? Sitting there with his arm wrapped around her
made it look like she was open to whatever might happen. Was she?
She didn't know. Too nervous to even consider it, she leaned forward
a bit and he let her go. She was thankful he didn't try to force her to
remain where she was and that made her feel a little better.
Rosa leaned back, her fingernails scraped down Tadd's chest
roughly and he grabbed her wrist, tossing her to the side. Twisting
with her, he turned and landed on top of her. Her knee was bent and
leaned against the back of the sofa, his hips pressed against her crotch,
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her other foot planted firmly on the ground. Rosa pushed at his chest,
lifting him up somewhat.
Paige and Casey both looked over at them. Paige wondered if Rosa
was trying to really push him