The Addiction

Chapter-2

"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine."
Summer pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders. She knew now that it would be a while until she got to her bath. "I'll take the Scotch," Josh said. "What's the matter, Josh?"
With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the half-empty bottle, which was used mostly by Stacy's boyfriends, and poured him a drink from it. Josh grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey thirstily.
"Scarlett," he growled. "She's been screwing another guy. For nearly two months. I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh no!" With instinctive sympathy for him, Summer reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Josh, I'm sorry."
Josh gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. Summer refilled it with the pale golden liquor.
"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to mask his misery.
"I don't want you to get drunk at all."
But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her own foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a little while. To help him forget.
She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Scarlett was to do this. And Summer knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she had suspected something like this would happen. She had thought from the beginning that Scarlett was a prick-happy little flirt who would never be happy with only one man.
Scarlett was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual allure that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For her small size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From the start Summer had thought Josh was asking for trouble in marrying her.
Now that Scarlett had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for Summer to play straight with her roommate's brother. She would try not to say 'I told you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. And it would get her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.
"Come on," he joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of party is this with only one drunk?"
Summer smirked at him. "Why not."
She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down. Summer sat on the sofa, Josh on one of the easy chairs.
Her roommate's brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Summer listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments. The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of something other than satin, because it was so slippery.
It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees. But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part of the robe until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of her smooth tanned upper chest.
Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her inner thighs as she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse to get up and change. But it felt so good and warm, and tingly that she really couldn't decide.