Lipstick & Stilettos by Tarra Young Page B

she picked up a pillow and threw it at Jenna. “Speak for yourself.”
“At least I admit it,” Jenna said as she bent to pick up the pillow and tossed it back at Stacy, “especially if it’s that hunky man we saw out there who is doing the laying.”
Stacy laughed as she bent to pick up the pillow. She placed it back on her bed.  “You really do have it bad for that guy, don’t you?”
“Well of course.”
“Are you serious about having sex with him?” Curiosity laced her tone.
“Yes.”
“Oh my freaking God, really?” Stacy asked in disbelief; her eyebrows arching. She quickly looked away.
“Are you saying you don’t want to?”
Stacy froze and slowly turned to look at Jenna. “Are you suggesting we both have sex with the same man?”
“Why shouldn’t we? We’re only going to be here for two weeks. It’s not as if we’re going to see the man again after we leave.”
“At the same time?” Stacy asked quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you suggesting we both have sex with this man at the same time?”
Jenna thought about it for a moment. She never thought about a threesome before. It was new territory she wasn’t sure she wanted to venture into. “Well, maybe – “
“Oh – “ She couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in her best friend’s expression. Did Stacy want to do this? What would it hurt? If she was going to explore this side of her sexuality, she couldn’t think of anyone better than her best friend to venture into the experience with.
She turned to Stacy who busied herself with unpacking her clothes and putting them away in one of the dresser drawers. “We’ll do it,” Jenna said at last.
Stacy stopped and turned to face Jenna. “We’ll do what?” she asked in confusion.
“We will have a threesome with that hunky man,” she said with more confidence than she felt.
Stacy’s face lit up in a grin. “Are you serious? How are we going to do that? What if he’s not into threesomes?”
“Trust me. Most men fantasize about having wild, passionate sex with two very sexy women at the same time. He’ll jump at the chance.”
“But how are we going to get him into bed with us? We can’t walk up to the man and ask him to come back to our cabana and fuck us both.”
“I have a plan that might work.” Jenna waggled her eyebrows mischievously.
“What would that be?”
Jenna couldn’t believe that she and her ultra-conservative friend were planning to do this, which meant the two of them, would be having sex with each other. Maybe there was hope for her best friend after all.
“At dinner I will approach him and lure him back to our cabana with me. When you see us leave, give us about ten minutes before coming back here. Pretend to accidently walk in on us. All you have to do after that is leave the rest up to me. Do you think you can do that?”
“Consider it done,” Stacy said, and then she did something that surprised Jenna, yet excited her at the same time. She walked over to where Jenna was standing and kissed her on the lips to seal the deal. It wasn’t just a peck, either. It left her feeling weak in the knees and lightheaded.
* * * *
A n hour later they entered the dining hall. Jenna was wearing the most seductive outfit she packed for the trip. She wore a top that not only showed off her off her midriff, but low cut enough to showcase her ample breasts. Her skirt was so short if she bent over everything would be exposed to all the prying eyes staying at the resort.
She decided at the last minute not to wear a bra or panties. She planned to tease their prey with quick peaks of her well-toned body.
They spotted the man in question seated at a table surrounded by women vying for his attention. This wasn’t going to be as easy as they originally thought.  Some of Jenna’s confidence began to plummet. 
“Are you ready?” Stacy suddenly asked.
“It’s show time. Wish me luck,” Jenna said, her voice revealing her lack of confidence.
“Are you kidding