Patty was embarrassed to the point of tears, and Emily suddenly felt like an absolute jerk for coming out to catch her like that. "Please don't," Emily said as she hurried around the car to get in on the driver's side. "Don't cry. Don't. I didn't mean to . . ."
"I knew I'd get caught some time," Patty said, bravely fighting back tears and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I just didn't think about, about what it would be like to be caught."
Emily sat behind the wheel and looked at Patty, unable to help but admire her pendulous breasts and marvel at how they looked even bigger unleashed from clothing. She wanted to . . . no, no, not that.
"At least it was me," Emily said, placing her hand gently on the back of Patty's shoulder. "Oh, I didn't want to make you feel bad. I just had to find out what was going on."
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you a couple days ago." Emily swallowed hard. "And then yesterday. I was hoping for a chance to find out what was going on. And then, today, when you . . . well, I just couldn't stay inside wondering."
"You just had to come out for a laugh, you mean." Patty's tears were gone now, and she was nearly at the point of anger.
"No, no, not at all." Okay, Emily, it's time to fess up or you'll ruin what friendship remains between you. "No, on that first day I saw you in the window of the door. I saw your breasts, you know."
"I would have, well, Jennifer Peterson was out on her lawn, so I couldn't come out," she said, indicating the woman living diagonally from them on the cul de sac. "I didn't even look at your house. Didn't figure you'd be the one waiting to trap me."
"It wasn't a, well, I guess it's best to tell the truth since I've got you at a disadvantage. I sure don't want you to hate me." Deep breath. "When I saw you the first time. After you left the door. I . . . I went upstairs and played with myself." There, it was said. "I'm not a lesbian," she added quickly. "No, but I just got so turned on that I had to do it right then."
"You . . ." Patty was perplexed.
"Yes," Emily said, looking away, her cheeks glowing red now, "I masturbated thinking of you standing in your doorway." She studiously avoided saying what she'd really imagined her doing.
"You . . . really? God, I never thought . . ."
"Okay, and I'm not a lesbian, right? But do you see how I had to know what you were doing?"
"Acting like an idiot, is what I'm doing," Patty said, smiling now, though her hands remained in her lap to cover her sex. "I do housework naked with the curtains open. It's a thrill. Of course, if anyone came by, I ran for cover. They probably couldn't see me anyway."
"You like showing off." Emily shrugged. "When you got it, flaunt it."
"Yeah, the whole idea of getting caught was thrilling. Charles thinks I'm nuts, but sometimes we play a . . . well, never mind."
"Charles knows?"
"Yes, but he trusts me to be careful. He's the one who backs the car into the garage so I can watch the street," Patty said.
"Not exactly careful, is it?" Emily said.
"No, but it's a quiet street," Patty replied. "He figures that it's worth the risk if it makes me happy."
"Do you come out here often?"
"Probably a dozen times. Winter is a real thrill, with the cold and all."
"What do you do?"
Patty rolled her eyes, smiling. "Masturbate, of course."
Well, of course, Emily told herself. Don't be so dense. She let her mind shift now, thinking of all the possibilities. "So, you and Charles. Sometimes he gets to be the audience, right? Is that what you started to tell me about?"
"Yes, and I suppose you can figure out the rest of the game."
"Sounds like fun," Emily said, because it certainly did. "But I'd better go and leave you alone." She opened the door of the car.
Patty smiled. "What are you in such a hurry to do?"
"Oh, I've got laundry, and . . ."
"You can stay and play with yourself right here," Patty said, quickly. "I mean, if that's what you were going to do."
Emily smiled-busted!-and closed the door. "Yes, I suppose I could," she said. "But not alone."
"Of course not," Patty's hand began massaging between her legs and she continued to look deeply into Emily's eyes. "Go ahead, get comfy." She licked her lips, smiling.
Emily's mouth was dry and she had to work hard to speak. "May I, um, can I please touch your breasts?" she asked. "I'm not a . . ."
"Not a lesbian, yes I know," Patty laughed. She shifted toward Emily, opening her legs then, and fully exposing her shaved pussy before moving her fingers back down between its lips.
"Oh, goodness, you've shaved it," Emily gasped, immediately feeling like a total idiot. "It's so cute!"
"Cute?" Patty laughed. "Cute? I have it on good authority that I have a very sexy cunt, lady."
That word-cunt-seemed to be the last straw. A shiver of lust roared through Emily's body. Quickly, she unzipped her slacks and slipped her hand inside, nearly coming at first contact on her wet clit.
"Hey, I thought you wanted to touch my tits," Patty said, in control now. "You can even kiss them if you want to."
"Oh, God," was all Emily could think of to say.
That night, all four corners of the Porter house were rocking hard again.