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Claudia Henderson/Steve's Mom 3.3k | E | a @sapphicstevents sapphic summer fic entry: game night; ft: key parties, cunnilingus; milf4milf AO3

Every other third Saturday Lucinda “call me Lu” Harrington hosts bunko for the women of Hawkins who need a night to themselves.

It was the social event of the month every time it came around. Whispered about behind hands, voices hushed and eyes watching for anyone who might overhear.

It was beyond exclusive. The women of Hawkins seemed to have a preternatural understanding of whether they were welcome to attend. And Claudia, still so new to town the only people she knew were her coworkers and the mothers of Dusty's friends, had yet to figure out how she had gotten invited.

Actually, how she had been invited was pretty simple. A conversation with a new colleague about her work in the city, how hard the choice to move had been and how she misses the good she was doing up there with those boys.

And she's being interrupted with the offer to take the girl's spot at bunko. The segue was odd and her excuse stranger, but she supposed someone had to actually have an Aunt Flo that would occasionally visit.

She's still trying to find someone to watch Dustin that night when Karen asks if she needs someone to go shopping with.

“I have clothes at home, Karen,” she says gently. Genuinely unsure if the woman is aware that she does own things that aren't her nursing uniform and her house clothes. It's uncommon to see a single mom in these parts, Claudia knows.

“Of course you do,” Karen waves Claudia's protests away with a smile. “Your little Dustin had to get here somehow. But it's always nice to have something fresh to wear that nobody has seen.”

“I think I'll be alright,” she says, the day has been too long to try to figure out just what the woman across from her means. Karen can be a little much on the best of days and those days don't have Dustin tugging at her shirt asking for her help putting the radio back together.

“You know where to find me if you change your mind, it's so exciting to get new people at these things!”

It's hard to believe that a game night has everyone so excited, but it's been hard adjusting to small town living. She waves Karen away and realizes she's probably going to have to do a little more for her face than normal.

The day arrives with little fanfare on her part. But as she drives around town running her day off errands she can't help but notice the parking lot at the beauty parlor is full.

Of course she's heard the talk around town. The Harringtons are as close to high society as a town like this can get, contributing to local and even state level political races. They jet around the country and their son, a polite junior high student she's stitched up more than once, rides around on the nicest bike in town.

She just didn't expect the adults of town to fall prey to the social climbing that comes along with status. But then everything feels so amplified and claustrophobic here at times.

When she’s pulling on a skirt instead of jeans, forsaking hose but wearing a pair of panties she hasn’t pulled from the drawer since she was still going to the bars after work, she realizes she’s fallen prey to the same thing she was judging those women at the salon for. She can feel the bite of her underwear against her hips and ass, both more plush since Dustin. That’s the nature of karma.

She swings by the Sinclairs on her way to the illustrious Loch Nora, more thankful than she can say that Sue was willing to watch Dustin so she didn’t have to figure out which candy striper she trusted to stay in her house.

Waving at Karen from the drive, she jogs to catch up with her son whose fist is already banging on the front door. He takes off into the house, skirting past Sue’s legs the second it’s opened. “Thank you,” Claudia says on behalf of her son.

Sue waves away the desperation in her gratitude. “Oh, anytime, Dustin is a sweet boy.”

“Still, let me know when I can return the favor. I’m happy to watch Lucas and Erica if you want to play next time.”

Something in Sue’s smile wobbles, amusement maybe, “Oh Charles and I prefer to have our own fun, but I’ll remember that next date night.”

There's an innuendo she's missing, or at least she thinks she is.

“Just let me know what I can do.”

“You're top of our list,” Sue assures. “Don't worry about rushing back to get him, Dustin is more than welcome to stay the night.”

Claudia has a bottle of mid shelf red in her car, but split between 12 it wouldn't even be enough to feel. “I'll keep that in mind, Sue, thank you again.”

The house at Loch Nora is easy to find, the driveway lined with station wagons and family cars. Claudia parks in the street, grabs the wine from the passenger seat and walks toward the door. She’s on time, early even, but it seems like she’s the last to arrive.

The door is propped open already but she knocks anyway before pushing it open. Right away she can tell she’s under dressed. Her casual skirt and keds, her vest and t-shirt, the women milling around the house are all dressed for date night.

Maybe more noticeably there’s only one table set up.

And in the center there’s a bowl sitting out full of keys.

The only woman in the room not talking to anyone else, not dressed up to the nines, and who doesn’t carry the faint hint of nerves that everyone else does, is watching her. Strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail, she’s barefoot on the shag carpet, jeans that look like they could be pulled off with a sharp tug with a men’s button down tucked in and unbuttoned lower than scandalous. She’s got a pleased smile on downturned lips and it only gets bigger when she sees Claudia has noticed her looking.

Her palms start to sweat as Lucinda Harrington walks toward her. “No one ever brings anything to these parties anymore, you are a breath of fresh air.”

“Claudia.”

“Claudia,” she says, like she's savoring it. “Lu.”

“Of course.” It feels silly to add that everyone knows who the Harringtons are, even transplants like her.

But Lu’s smile suggests that she knows that anyway. “You're our even number, Claudia, are you going to stay?” She reaches out, covers the hand Claudia has clutching the neck of the bottle.

Her tongue is heavy in her mouth, “I got a sitter.”

“That’s good. Can I see your keys? For the bowl?”

Her freehand is in her purse before she can think about anything else. She hands her keys over into Lu’s waiting palm. She has a big hand, a large palm and long fingers. Her teeth are a brilliant white behind her red lips. “Snoopy, cute. Now I know what to reach for.

“You can put your purse down in the mud room with the coats, but hold onto that bottle, I don’t think the others should get to share.”

She’s gone before Claudia can figure out what to say and leaves her with the feeling the wine wasn't the only thing Lu didn't plan on sharing.

A pop fills the silent room as the cork leaves the wine bottle, Claudia still isn’t sure how she got to this point.

“You didn’t know what you were signing up for when you came, did you,” Lu asks. She hands off a glass of wine before she slides on to the bed, one knee gliding across a Laura Ashley bedspread until she’s pulled herself behind Claudia.

“I’ve got my bearings now.”

“Do you?” Lu’s voice is hot against her neck, physical like the kiss of summer humidity.

“I do. I’m just surprised that so many-”

A warm hand settles on her hip, friendly still but Claudia is not so rusty that she doesn’t remember what intent feels like. “It’s not like this for everyone, and it’s not that open a secret. Betty Perkins isn’t getting an invite no matter how many times she reminds me what good friends our children are.”

“Because she?”

“She’s a prude who thinks the clitoris is satan’s doorbell. You didn’t know what you were coming into tonight,” the hand at her waist moves down and up, an unconscious motion that makes Claudia’s blood feel like it’s been set to a roiling boil, “I’m happy to sit here and enjoy a night of wine and conversation with the beautiful nurse I’ve only see from afar. Maybe we’ll hear the sounds of the personal massagers kicking on in the other rooms, it’s about the exhibition for most of these women nothing else.”

“And it’s something else for us.”

“It is for me, I can’t speak for you.”

Claudia turns on the bed, enough that she can see the line of Lu’s jaw and the hesitant turn of her mouth. Enough to see and be seen, no mistaking the expression on her face or the surety of her words. “I knew what the keys were for when I saw them. I knew what I was walking into and had plenty of time to leave before you found me.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s something else for me too.”

Lu takes the glass of wine from her hand, sets it down on the bedside table. Claudia shivers at the chill left when her body is missing. Then again as she feels the press of parted lips against the skin of her neck. Warm kisses press against the side, then to the back and the other side like the chain of a new necklace. The flickering wetness of Lu’s tongue as it sneaks a taste. Her mouth marking her trail around to the front of Claudia’s body until she’s pressing a final kiss at the sternal notch.

Large hands grab her waist, squeezing at the sides, shifting her farther up the bed as Lu slides down the length of her body.

Her skirt is pushed up, bunching at her waist. Propped up on her elbows she still can’t see as Lu disappears beneath it. She gasps, shocked at the sudden touch of lips on the skin of her knee.

She didn’t shave her legs. Can’t remember the last time she shaved above the knee, her mother’s voice coming unbidden to her every time she’s in the shower. Lu doesn’t seem to mind, her hands slide greedily up Claudia’s thighs furry but at least they aren’t stubbly against the tongue that licks just at the crease where her thigh meets pelvis.

“Oh, you can take them off.”

“Can I?” Lu purrs, cat that got the cream without even having to ask.

Those fingers inch up her thighs. Walking teasing steps higher and higher, closer and closer to where Claudia would really like them to be. Teasing, a finger brushes up her still covered center. Claudia holds herself one hand, yanks her skirt the rest of the way up until she can see mussed blonde hair and eyes that look gold in the lamplight.

Can see Lu's face as she rolls down her panties.

“Take off your shirt,” Lu orders.

Her heart is racing, and she can't have the most scandalous thing she sees tonight be a devilish smile and a flash of ankle. “Take off yours.”

There's that smile again. One hand stays on her knee, a squeeze, a tease, and Lu has the back of her shirt fisted in one hand pulling it over her head.

She's not wearing a bra. Beneath her shirt reveals the swell of her breasts. Two handfuls with dusty pink nipples, pebbled, she wants to touch but Lu stays frustratingly out of reach. A stranger two hours ago, Claudia is letting her vest slide off her shoulders, untucking her own shirt, pulling it over her head for a woman she's just met. She might have put on the silky underwear she saved for occasions like this, but her bra is white cotton.

Something in the realm of a smirk plays on Lu’s face and she decides just for that she’ll leave it on. Her tits don’t defy gravity like the ones in front of her, they’re heavy and still have stretch marks from pregnancy, but they’re good tits and it gets her a little hot at the idea of withholding them.

Warm fingers run down her thighs until she feels those large palms wrap around the pit of her knee. “Fuck,” Claudia yelps, surprised and unsexy when she’s pulled further down the bed. Her legs brought to rest on narrow shoulders.

The roll of her stomach makes it hard to sit up much more. She can see Lu now, smug and pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, warm hands still holding them in place for the moment; but she'll need to see better, see more, in a moment.

The wet heat of Lu’s mouth licks up toward her thigh. Teasing kisses and threats of what she'll do when she gets higher, send Claudia’s hand scrambling backwards. He fingers clutch at the frill of a pillowcase and she shoves it beneath the small of her back. Grabs a second and a third until the downy softness has her propped high enough that she doesn’t need her hands to hold her up.

Lu smiles against the soft skin of her thigh, “Comfy?”

“Quite.” She uses her now free hands to show it. Pulls Lu’s hair free of the ponytail to feel how it slips through her fingers fine as cornsilk. Gathers a hank of it back up between her fingers in a loose, controlling fist at the back of Lu’s head.

“Oh you are dangerous.”

She’s been a nurse long enough to know when a statement is really a warning. Teeth press against the meat of her thigh, giving a kiss of their own just before they bite. Claudia lets the sting of it linger, her moan joined by a second somewhere deeper in the house.

Then a third as she pulls at the hair in her hand.

“God, yes. Enough foreplay, I’m with you.” Lu says, but even as she promises the main event her mouth presses down on those angry, red indents Claudia's panties left at her hip. She licks along the left behind seam. Tongue curling in the furrow of thigh and stomach.

“Lu,” Claudia needs things to move, can feel the wetness start to pool beneath her. She’s still wearing her skirt, has a child to pick up in it later. It’s not begging but the way she wiggles and inches the fabric up higher feels desperate.

It's been a long time.

The cold air hits her before she registers the sound of Lu blowing.

“Fuck! Oh,” the tongue follows right after. Her breath a bitchy ring of the doorbell before coming in the house.

It’s been really long. The press of Lu’s tongue against her enough to have her on edge already. She licks with no shyness, familiar with where she’s at and what she’s doing. Flat and broad strokes like she’s savoring every drop of what’s been put in front of her.

She kisses at those lips like she’s afraid it will be the last chance she gets. A desperation beneath the precision as her tongue fucks deeper inside.

There’s something desperate in Claudia too. Something that claws at her chest and says treatment like this is one time only. And if there’s only one show Claudia is damn well going to see fireworks. Her hand is already fisted at the back of Lu’s head, it’s not hard to steer her deeper, push her harder. Tilt her chin so the line of her nose finally pushes just right against the clitoris she’d been missing.

Claudia's grip eases as she gets closer. Lu turns her head to the side like a swimmer, gasping in a quick breath before diving back in. A quick, shallow lick, teasing across her folds before she is tonguing insistently at the clit. Broad, flat strokes. A treat she wants to savor before it’s gone.

“There,” Claudia demands. “Stay there.”

Claudia’s gripping tight to the bed sheets with her free hand. Her face is buried in her own shoulder. She can hear the gasps and soft moans from the women in the other rooms and she doesn’t want them to hear hers. If Lu had been honest then what is happening here wasn’t happening anywhere else, she doesn’t want them knowing what’s happening to her.

That’s hard when the woman between her legs is sucking and slurping at her most sensitive spots.

The sounds in the room are obscene, wet and sloppy. Her soft, gasping breaths overtop of it all, each one spurring Lu on like commands.

“Please. Please.”

She’s so close to the edge she doesn’t know what she wants. More, less, faster.

Lu knows. Her clever tongue circles the clit, firm pressure that feels like it’s everywhere. It isn’t enough, until two fingers are pressing inside her. Slow, they inch along until they find the ignitor.

“Yes, god, yes, Lu! Fuck!”

They press and rub and thrust against that spot. Her tongue still licking, Lips kissing.

Forget fireworks.

Claudia topples like a building.

Shuddering and shaking, she feels like she’s falling from a penthouse. The foundation she’s built up hasn’t just been eroded, it’s been blown up.

And it just keeps going.

Her legs clamping down on Lu’s ears. She can feel the bite of stud earrings on both things, and it hasn’t slowed Lu. Wet fingers touch Claudia’s knee, but they don’t move her just hold, as Lu laps at her hole and the wetness leaks from her.

She can feel that tongue moving in and out of her as her cunt flutters and clenches. She moans not ready for this to stop.

It fucks in and out of her. Claudia has long dropped her grip on Lu’s hair, her hand sits gently on the back of Lu’s head now. It isn't necessary when she is pressing herself closer, tongue reaching deeper.

Claudia feels lost in a haze of lips and mouth and tongue riding that perfect cresting high as it only goes higher and higher. And as that devilish tongue curls inside her, as her nose pushes up against her pulsing clit, she crests again.

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

Even as she’s babbling praise, she pushes Lu up and away.

Lu sits on her heels on the floor. The front strands of her hair are damp, her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink, and her eyes are shimmering pupil black. She’s the most tempting thing Claudia has ever seen.

She pants, “I understand now why this is such a hot ticket event.”

Shiny lips part into a half-sure smile. Lu's voice gravelly when she says again, “Not everyone gets this sort of treatment.”

“So I should feel special?”

“You are special,” Lu agrees.

Face already warm, Claudia hopes her blush isn’t noticeable. She’s an adult, she won’t be so easily charmed “Can I earn an invitation to the next game night?” She’s rusty but she’s pretty sure she can still put on a solid show.

Lu’s knees shake as she stands, it still manages sultry as she climbs back on the bed. She licks her lips, they’re just as shiny. “You can consider yourself a permanent member of the guest list.”

Whether it’s a sincere offer or not, right now Claudia doesn’t care. She leans back far enough that she can snag the still full glasses off the nightstand. She watches the bob of Lu’s throat as she takes a drink, she wants to taste the way the rich red melds with the flavor of Lu’s mouth. “Think you’ll be ready to play another round after this glass?”

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