"Maybe. I suppose it's a fantasy."

I refilled my coffee cup. "Listen, if you want, we can go. If you feel uncomfortable, we make our excuses and bug out. Or not. When do we have to decide by?"

"I told Carol we'd let them know by next weekend. The party, or whatever, is the following Friday."

The conversation hadn't eased my erection. I looked down at Debby's profile again, and put down my cup. I pivoted and was pressed against her warm rump.

"Jimmy! What are you doing?"

I began to tug at the hem of her dress. "I think you know what I'm doing."

"The boys will be back soon. Now stop it," she was squirming against the counter, trying to pull the skirt down, as I was trying to pull it up. After more protests, she pushed me back and whirled to face me. "Now behave! The boys could walk in any minute now!"

I simply smiled and pushed her back against the counter, now facing me. I brought my hands up and began unbuttoning her dress at the neck.

"Jimmy! Stop it!" Debby laughed at me. She brought her hands up and tried to rebutton the dress. It was a fun race, but I was slowly winning. "Jimmy! We can't! Not here! Not now!"

I laughed and grabbed her hand. Debby yelled some more as I dragged her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I pulled her into the bedroom. She clung to the door briefly, locking it and slamming it shut. Then I pushed her onto the bed.

Laughing, she began to unbutton the buttons I had missed earlier. I unzipped my slacks, and pushed them and my shorts down. Reaching down, I rudely pushed the dress above her hips. Grabbing her panties, I whisked them off her outstretched legs. I then pushed the legs wide apart and plunged in.