Glory didn't want to sit with the group during the game, as that would only fuel rumors. (Even attending the meeting at the Pestridge house had been problematic for her, especially since Heather was there.) She also thought it would be better if Ryan's gang didn't know how closely she was linked to Alan's group. She planned to sit close to the group but not directly with it.
As she stood three rows above the others, scouting out a place to sit that would be close to Alan but not too close, Suzanne walked up and stood right in front of her. They were far away enough from everybody else that they could talk without being overheard.
"Hey, Glory, good to see ya."
Glory immediately got panicky inside from the mere fact that Suzanne was standing so close and talking to her. Her heart started to race and she even felt light-headed. Suddenly, she could picture Alan lying on top of Suzanne, repeatedly thrusting into her, the sweat flying off their naked bodies, and the sound of Alan's balls slapping onto her skin. It was like she was right there watching it all again from a front row seat. But on the outside, she was more or less able to keep her cool. She smiled. "Hey, Suzanne. What's up?"
"Oh, not much. I was just wondering - I didn't offend you in some way today, did I?"
"No, of course not. Why would you say that?" Glory thought, Uh-oh! Nipples, stay down!
"It's just that it seems to me like you've been kind of avoiding me ever since we got here. A couple of times I looked at you and you looked away. And when I tried to walk with you, you walked faster."
"Oh. That." Again, she spoke in her mind to her nipples, which were rapidly growing hard. Down! Down! Not now! She said to Suzanne, "Well, it's just that I'm so paranoid about Ryan's gang and all. I just didn't want any distractions."
That was a big lie and Suzanne knew it, but she went along with it. She smiled and stretched out her arms to Glory for a conciliatory hug. "So we're still good?"
"Of course." Rather reluctantly, Glory held her arms out too and let Suzanne embrace her. She hoped Suzanne didn't notice how aroused and excited she was. Her body was actually trembling.
Suzanne squeezed tightly, making sure that their breasts were pressed together. Then she continued to talk casually while maintaining the close embrace. "That's good to hear, because I really like you. I know that we've only started to become friends this past week, but I already feel a special bond with you. Can you feel it too?"
Glory thought, Yes, and I can feel your damn stiff nipples too! And your whole goddamn sexy body, touching mine everywhere! It feels so good! Christ, you've got huge breasts! They're completely enveloping mine. It's like my little ones have been placed in a mold made out of pale white breast flesh. I never want this hug to end! She pushed up on her tiptoes so their lips would draw closer.
But then she merely grinned and said, "Yeah."
Suzanne elaborated, "I don't know what it is. I'm sure part of it is the fact that we both share the same lover. You and I, we've gone through so many of the same things with him already. We really should get together and talk. Almost like an 'Alan addict' support group." She chuckled.
Glory looked around furtively to make sure no one was able to hear even the indirect reference to her illicit affair with a student. "Yeah," she said again. She wasn't putting much thought into her answers because her mind was racing on another level.
She thought, If you only knew just how true that is, Suzanne! If you only knew that I pretty much guided his cock into your steamy box in what feels like merely two minutes ago. I can practically still smell the aroma of your ripe pussy filling your very own bedroom, the room I so wrongly violated! I can almost taste your sex from when I licked my fingers clean after I let go of Alan's cock and they were sticky with your juices. I can't even believe I did that. But that'll have to be my secret shame, my cross to bear. You must never know. Never!
Suzanne looked into Glory's eyes from mere inches away as their embrace went on and on. "You seem a little distracted. Is there something on your mind... Oh, I know what you're thinking!"
"You do?" She gulped. Her heart was hammering madly as her hands tightly clutched Suzanne's backside.
Actually, Suzanne had a pretty accurate idea. She was sure Glory's head was filling with images from their threesome of sorts. But she didn't want to say that. Instead, she grinned and said, "Of course I do. My bad. I shouldn't have hinted at the topic of sex with you-know-who. Whenever I think of him, I get all dreamy-eyed, and, to be honest, more than a little bit aroused. That doesn't bother you, does it? The fact that we're sleeping with the same man? That won't hinder our friendship, will it? I feel like we're kindred spirits. I hope we can become more intimate friends as time goes on."
"Intimate?!" Glory thought in a panic. What does she mean by that?! ... No, I'm just overreacting. I'm sure she doesn't mean it like I hope she does. Hope?! Did I just think that? No, I don't mean hope. I mean... I don't know what I mean! Oh God, why is she hugging me still?! I can't take it anymore, especially the way her big breasts keep shifting around. I'm gonna cum on the spot if she keeps it up!
Glory realized she was thinking so much that it was leading to another awkward silence. "Um, no. Of course not. That won't be a problem."
"Good. But we should talk about it some more sometime. I'm still feeling a new distance from you. It's like something happened after the meeting this morning, and I'm worried that that's the reason." Suzanne sensed that she'd pressed Glory enough, both literally and figuratively. The hug had gone on for so long that it might cause people to start to stare. So she kissed Glory lightly on the lips and pulled back. "Let's talk later, okay? I'll call you."
Glory nodded. She felt sad when Suzanne broke the hug, and sadder still to watch her turn away and go back to sit down next to Susan. But her sadness was quickly overwhelmed by a great euphoria. Her lips tingled where Suzanne had just kissed her, but really her entire body tingled all over with joy from the hug. Her pussy was dripping so profusely that she decided to make a trip to the ladies room to clean up.
As she started to walk away, she thought, I will NOT masturbate myself silly in the bathroom while thinking about Suzanne. Or worse, Suzanne and Alan double-teaming me. No, I'll just think about Alan getting all sexy on me as I'm doing it 'cos God knows I need relief badly. I'm not a Suzannesbian; really, I'm not! But what am I going to do?! She wants to meet with me later, hang out sometime, and even be good friends! How am I going to handle that?! That makes me so happy, but so... disturbed. I can't EVER let her know how I really feel about her! The things I think about doing with her... I'm sure she'd think I'm a freak and would want nothing to do with me if she had even the slightest clue. Dammit, why did I have to see what I saw today? Those images of her sexy ivory nakedness are gonna be burned into my brain forever!
Once Glory left for the bathroom, Alan stood up and led Suzanne a short distance away from all the others. The two of them compared notes as to what had really happened in Suzanne's bedroom. They could only talk obliquely for fear of being overheard, and they had to be brief, but Suzanne was pleased as she could be to find out that her scheme had exceeded all her expectations. She thought that Alan had ended things at the perfect point, because had he actually made Glory hold and use the feather, he would have pushed her too far too fast and they would have had to deal with a strong backlash.
As Suzanne sat back down next to Susan, she thought with a grin, Well, that scheme certainly is coming along nicely. I DO really like Glory, and not just carnally. I really do feel we're kindred spirits of sorts, and that'll be doubly true once I manage to bring her all the way into the harem. We'll have so much to talk about and share, including dual blowjobs, hee-hee-hee! I swear, Sweetie should be paying me the big bucks for this kind of stuff. He's gonna benefit at least as much as I will when I get Glory to discover her latent bisexual side.
She looked over at Susan, who was looking like the epitome of an innocent and "proper" suburban housewife. She thought, I can't wait to tell her all about what happened in my bedroom today. Man alive, is she going to get "so hot" or what! I swear, the retellings are almost as much fun as the original act. I can't wait for this stupid game to end already.
After Alan returned to his seat, he turned to Christine sitting next to him and said, "Well, that was a little bit tense, but it was a tempest in a teapot after all. Other people are gonna start showing up in a few minutes, and then we'll be in the clear. Ryan and the rest of his gang are gonna be right in front of us playing in the game. What could be safer than that?"
"Well, I suppose," Christine conceded, "but I still don't like it. With Heather causing trouble, he has to know that time is not on his side. He's gonna try to pull something today. I can feel it. Promise me nobody makes a move during half time."
Looking at the intensity of her worried expression and hearing the passionate emotion in her words, Alan thought, Wow, maybe she really does love me and not just feel lust for me. Well, either that or she's really uptight and anal about stuff... Hmmm, maybe a bit of both. I know she cares for me, but how much?
"We've been over that; don't worry," he replied. "Look, all we've gotta do is worry about halftime, and then after the game. That's when the sparks are gonna fly, afterwards. Until then, let's just sit back and enjoy ourselves."
"Easy for you to say," Christine grumbled. "You've got a squad of pretty cheerleaders to gawk at. Everyone knows you're an incorrigible letch. Meanwhile, what am I supposed to do?"
Suzanne leaned forward so she could make eye contact with Christine across Alan. "That's easy, dear. You and I have a lot to discuss. You sound like an absolutely fascinating young lady..."
Soon, Susan, Suzanne, and Christine were gabbing away like old friends. They mostly discussed feminine topics that Alan had little interest in. He actually switched seats so they didn't have to talk around him. But Christine was an excellent multitasker, so even as she fully engaged in the conversation she remained acutely aware of the security situation around their group. She was especially mindful of what was happening with the cheerleading squad.
As time went on, more and more people joined them in the bleachers. The football games were never sellouts in the best of times. Typically, most everyone in the stands were close friends or family to the players. The bleachers only sat three hundred if they were full. But lately the team had downright sucked. Only a hundred people showed up, if that. It was a bright sunny day, and most people would have rather been at the beach or some place else.
Still, the existence of the crowd was very reassuring, and when the team showed up and Christine could see exactly where Ryan was, even she relaxed quite a lot. She figured that as long as he was involved in the game or sitting on the bench, they were okay.
Glory was regretting that she'd chosen to sit a couple of rows behind the others instead of a couple of rows in front of them. She found herself spending too much time staring at the backsides of either Alan or Suzanne. Funnily enough, she recognized on an intellectual level that Susan and Christine were on the same high level of beauty as Suzanne was. She knew that all three of them could easily win beauty contests, for instance. But she didn't feel even the slightest twinge of desire for any other woman but Suzanne. When she saw Susan's head, she was usually thinking with irritation, Get your fat head out of the way so I can see Suzanne's face again, already!
And when Susan would lean forward, giving Glory a view of Suzanne, Glory would sigh with contentment, if not out loud, then certainly on the inside. But that's exactly how she felt about seeing Alan too. Especially after what he'd done to her in Suzanne's bedroom, merely thinking about him could practically get her off. Being so close to both of them kept her in a constant state of mild arousal.
The game itself, once it got going, wasn't terribly interesting, especially since the home team was being badly beaten again. But the company was good, and the group had brought a lot to drink and eat. By the second quarter, it seemed to Alan that all the worrying had been much ado about nothing.