It started out as a simple "Kare, can I kiss you?" She's not sure how it drastically progressed from there, but it somehow did and her shirt is undone and his tongue is doing wicked things to her ear.
They had just finished a fabulous lunch date and shopping trip and when they arrived back at Jack's apartment. Karen wasn't ready to go back home to her husband yet, so she made a martini, plopped down on the couch next to her best friend and that's where they comfortably remained for a few hours. The television lit the apartment as sunset approached and night set in.
It was in the middle of a Friend's marathon that Jack turned to her asking for a kiss. Karen was slightly surprised by the question. They hadn't really made-out or been inappropriate with each other in years. She didn't know if it was due to Jack growing up or what, but it just wasn't something they did anymore. Either way, Karen shrugged and said, "Yeah, honey. Lay one on me!"
And he did. He kissed her in a way she hadn't been kissed by anyone, not even Stan. He leaned over, his hand sliding across her stomach, resting on her hips as his other hand tangled in the hair at the back of her neck, guiding her lips to his. Karen expected a quick peck, but what she got was so much more. A moan escaped her throat involuntarily and shivers ran down her spine at the sensual feeling of his lips on hers. Jack smiled against her lips and pushed her down on the couch gently, their lips only parting to take short breaths before colliding again.
At least twenty minutes later and they were still going at it. Her shirt was unbuttoned, his fingers grazing the top of her breast as his tongue swirled around the sensitive area of her ear, a spot only he knew about since they did that sexual harassment video all those years ago. When the torture on her ear became too much, Karen grabbed Jack by his hair and dragged his mouth back to hers. Their tongues met midway, tangling together in a familiar dance.
Their lips parted when the loud tune of "Sexyback" suddenly blared from Karen's iPhone on the glass table next to them. They stared at each other for a few moments, their breaths coming out in pants before Karen reached over and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
Jack watched Karen roll her eyes as he heard Stan whining on the other line.
"Damn it, Stanley," Karen squeaked. "How the hell should I know where they are?!" Another eye roll and an exasperated sigh made Jack smile at his best friend. "All right, all right. I'm on my way." She hung up the phone and pouted at him. "I have to go. My fat ass husband is leaving for a business trip and one of the new maids lost his favorite suit." She frowned. "I don't know why the jackass doesn't just buy another one."
Not liking the frown on her face, Jack buried his head in her exposed bosom and motorboated her tits. Karen let out a squeal and ecstatic laugh. Jack lifted his head with a giggle and Karen had a flash back to twenty years ago when they would play like this all the time. The image made a sadness wash over her and she pushed Jack off from on top of her as she buttoned her shirt back up. She gathered her things and Jack escorted her to the door.
"Lunch again tomorrow, Kare?" he asked excitedly.
Karen looked back at him, his hair askew from when she ran her fingers through it, his lips swollen and his clothes wrinkled. The sadness of their younger selves lifted and a spark of hope lit within her. "Sure, honey. Come by the office around 11. Maybe we can convince Tony to take off his shirt and sing for us again." She winked flirtatiously.
Jack jumped up and down at the thought and clapped his hands in enthusiasm. "Yay! I love you, Kare!" He blew her a kiss and she grinned happily at him.
"Love you too, Poodle."
I don't... I don't even know what has happened here. There is no plot to this. It's everywhere. You're welcome.