Thanksgiving Tryst

Tisha sat curled up in a hammock-chair on the back porch watching the lake and plotting her next move. She took a sip of her coffee and drew her long fluffy bathrobe over her legs. Her yoga plan had gone perfectly. Now James couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She could see him undressing her in his mind every time she passed him in the hall, or sat across from him at the table.

But it was getting harder and harder to find time alone with him. More and more of James's relatives were showing up and filling the house to the brim, which just took up so much energy. It was mostly an exercise in speaking as much “rich white person” as she could, over-enunciating and talking quietly. “Oh yes, I don’t know what interest rates will be next quarter.” “The Bruins are doing so well this season.” “Good help is so hard to find.” Very boring.

The only interesting new guests to show up had been James's sister Peggy and her new boyfriend Gary. Peggy was tall and thin like James, with long, straight blonde hair. She was a bit younger than Tisha, still in college, and by the look of it she had just discovered push-up bras because she was waving her modest c-cup cleavage in everyone's face.

Gary didn't seem to mind. But that was probably because every night, and most afternoons, Peggy was screaming her lungs out in ecstasy for at least two hours, making the walls of the house shake. And Peggy wasn’t shy about it outside the bedroom either. Flaunting deep purple hickies on her neck and showing up to dinner with messy hair. She had even gone so far as to imply that anyone was welcome to join them. Tempting as the offer was, Tisha had other fish to fry.

In traditional rich northeastern white people fashion, no one talked about it, but everyone knew it was going on. Bert did make some sideways comment to James about how respectful he and Laronda were being. Completely clueless that there was no sex happening in James’s room at all.

The best part was that Peggy and Gary were rooming right next to Laronda and James, and it was driving Laronda crazy. Not to mention making James all the hungrier for what Tisha was offering. She just had to make sure that he got it from her and not her sister.

Tisha looked up from the lake as the glass door to the balcony slid open.

"Gaaa! I can't take it anymore."

"Sup sis?" Tisha said as Laronda walked onto the balcony in a huff.

"They've started up again. It's ten in the morning! Who fucks at ten in the morning?"

Tish refrained from saying "I do. Just like I sometimes have last night's dinner for today's breakfast." or “Clearly you don’t, and maybe that’s the issue?” But it would not have mattered. When Laronda got on one of these moods, she didn't actually hear what you said. Instead she just nodded and smiled.

“I mean come on, I am sure it is all performative, I bet they just put on some porn to make everyone think they are doing it, then sit and scroll on their phones like the rest of us.”

Wow. Tell me your sex life sucks without telling me your sex life sucks. Tisha thought.

"Uh huh" Tisha said non-commitally.

"Hey sis," Laronda said as if she was just now noticing her sister and ha. "How would you feel about swapping rooms with us, just for one night? I just want to get a single night's worth of sleep."

Hmm, there was some way that Tisha could spin this to her advantage, but she wasn't sure how yet. At the worst, she would get some time to lie in James’s sheets and smell his clove musk some more. Mmm. Yes.

"I suppose, but just one night."

"Thanks sis!"

***

That night all the men were staying up late playing a poker game and drinking. Laronda had already gone to sleep in Tisha's room and Tisha had a plan.

She hung out in the kitchen until James came through to grab another beer.

"Oh hey, thanks for switching with us tonight!” He said, slurring his words only slightly.

"Oh, didn't Ronda tell you? We're doing that tomorrow night. She figures there won't be much noise tonight with Gary up all night drinking."

"Oh… Ok." She could almost see his brain loading.. "So I should come back to the normal room tonight?"

"Yep. Have a good night!"

Her trap laid, Tisha retreated to Laronda and James’s room to wait. She fell asleep dreaming of cuddling up next to James and gently kissing his neck.

It was some time after 2am when she awoke to hear the door open. She saw James stumble in and grinned to herself. He closed the door, plunging the room back into blackness.

There was silence, but instead of feeling him climb into the other side of the bed, she felt him slowly lift the covers and start gently massaging her feet.

Oh god, does he think I am Leronda? But damn, that feels good on my sore arches. Tisha thought, holding perfectly still and feigning sleep.

After a moment, she felt James put his head fully under the covers and started kissing her feet while his hands crawled up her calves, massaging them.

Is this what Laronda is into? Damn, she's kinkier than I thought.

James’ mouth soon moved to her inner calf, making his way slowly but persistently up her leg, kissing and caressing her. When he reached her thigh Tisha couldn't help but let out a moan.

"Mmmh!"

"Is it ok?" James asked.

"Yes." Tisha said, doing her best to imitate her sister's low alto voice.

As his lips moved ever so slowly up her inner thigh, she felt the heat of passion rising in her pelvis, filling her chest. Her left hand rose to her breast and squeezed it, her head leaned back and she closed her eyes.

Oh fuck, is this actually going to happen? Oh god he's getting closer… oh g-

"Aaah!"

She cried out as his lips reached her pussy. Her legs reflexively tensed, squeezing his ears with her strong thighs and wrapping her calves around his back. With her left hand she grabbed his hair and pressed him deeper into her sweet nectar.

Even drunk, he knows what he is doing. Why are the good men wasted on idiots like Laronda?

His tongue rose gently against one side of her labia, then the other, back and forth, back and forth, until she felt the fire swell into her, making both her sets of lips begin to drip with moisture of their own accord.

I’m not going to lose control. I can’t scream and spoil the secret. Got to keep him here, working that magic… I’ve just… got to… hold-

He pressed his tongue insistently into her clit and she felt it fill with lust.

"Aah! Oooh! Fuck!" A high pitched cry escaped Tisha’s lips as his tongue flicked against her clit. She wasn't even trying to imitate Laronda at this point, but James either already knew, or didn't care.

He reached around and squeezed her ass cheeks pressing his face deeper into her stickiness. Suddenly his tongue was squirming around inside her as his lips sucked on her clit.

Oh god, its coming, I'm gonna… hold it in, hold it- oh fuck-

"AAAh!" She screamed as her body released the pressure, her legs clamped onto his head shaking, her back arching in pleasure.

He slowly extricated his tongue from inside her, and started kissing his way up her slender abs. As he did so, she could feel his rock hard dick sliding up the side of her leg. She reached down a hand to grab it, but just as she did, the sheet fell off his face and he looked her in the eyes.

"Oh fuck!" He said drunkenly.

"No shhh, it's ok." she tried to say, tugging lightly on his thick shaft, but he pulled away, stumbled towards the door, and rushed out into the hallway.

Fuck. Fuck! So close!

She snuggled back into the bed, her thighs still pleasantly dripping with his saliva.

Tuesday: Swapped