Tighter (18+)

Cleaning Up

"My home?" Dennis repeated her words.

The cars behind them honked.

"Or you can drop me off at mine if you don't feel like spending the night with me," Yvonne mumbled, "but please go! Others are waiting for us!"

"Oh!" Dennis returned back to reality. He sped away from the office courtyard.

"Have you made a decision on where I should stay tonight?" Yvonne asked coyly, changing her seating position uncomfortably.

"Mine, of course!" Dennis smirked.

Yvonne smiled.

"Hey, Yv," Dennis called her a few seconds later.

"Hmmmm?"

"I'm excited that you're coming home with me tonight," he continued. "I thought last night was our only chance."

"Yeah, me too!" Yvonne mumbled, her face red.

"So, what happened?" Dennis asked. "Change of plan or something? Are you going to go with me, uh, us, every evening?"

"I wish," Yvonne mumbled, "although I also want to spend time with you and Erick sometimes."

"Interesting!" Dennis smirked happily. "What's the schedule then?"

"No schedule!"

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "So can I expect to see you again tomorrow?"

"That depends on the draw," Yvonne replied gently.

"Draw? What draw?"

"Erick asked us to do a kind of, uh, battle," Yvonne explained.

"Battle? What kind of battle?"

Yvonne hesitated. "That's too embarrassing for me to tell you!" she squeaked.

"Oh, okay! You don't have to tell me then!" Dennis comforted her. "What's important is you are with me tonight!"

"You like to be with me?"

"Of course!"

"But Dennis," she asked slowly, "you still want Helen, too, right?"

Dennis looked at her and smiled.

"I love Helen. She is my wife, and I want to keep her as mine," he replied gently, "but I loved you long ago, too, and I'm glad that you loved me, too, and that we have spent a night and will spend another one together!"

Yvonne didn't speak for a few moments. "Does Helen know about our feelings?" she finally spoke her mind.

"I don't think so."

Again silence, but the radio and the rustle of Yvonne's skirt against the car seat.

"Do you like spending the night with me?" Dennis suddenly asked. He turned his face to see her when there was no response after a few seconds. His gaze met with hers.

"So," Yvonne finally said, "Erick had us have a battle."

"Battle? Okay, ..."

"He had us put our, uh, gadget on."

Dennis smiled. "And ...?"

"And asked us to work on ours."

"You mean...?"

"Yes!" she barked, her face reddened, "with our Kegel muscles!"

"Oh ...!" His smile widened. "And then?"

"The first to come wins the round," she explained with a low voice, "and whoever wins the best of four rounds takes the match."

"And you won?" He guessed.