White Collar Pt. 02: Dinner with Friends

Hello everyone, this is a sequel to my previous story White Collar: One Night of Passion, as always please feel free to comment and give me any feedback on grammar, spelling and actual content of the story. New characters in this chapter are Peter Burke (Tim DeKay), a special agent for the FBI in charge of white-collar crimes, and Sara Ellis (Hilarie Burton), an insurance investigator with Sterling Bosch who had past dealings with Neal and is in an on-and-off again relationship with him. Alright, having said that - let's get on with the story:

It's been a year since Elizabeth Burke's sinful encounter with Neal Caffrey, and it was a year filled with new and exciting occurrences for her and Peter. Most important of them had to be Elizabeth giving birth to their son which they named Neal, after their good friend and possible father to the child. That's right, even though she certainly had reasons to doubt who was the one to actually impregnate her, especially since she gave birth roughly nine months after that lusty adventurous night with Neal, she couldn't bring herself to tell the truth to her husband and therefore couldn't find a way to confirm her doubts. At least her secret would be safe, because after that night Neal went into hiding somewhere in Central America so she will never have to face him or consequences of her actions again.

Or so she thought, since a month ago Peter finally learned where Neal was hiding and went there to bring him to justice, racing with the bounty hunter who had the same idea. But instead of arresting him and sending him back to prison like he initially intended to, Peter's big heart find the strength to forgive Neal for everything he did and work out a deal with FBI that meant Neal will be returning to his role as a consultant, and even worse back into their lives. Yes, Elizabeth loved how forgiving and caring her husband tended to be, but it made her life so much more complicated from time to time, and this was definitely one of those occasions.

And just to make things worse, Peter has decided to officially patch things up between Neal and him and as a sign of renewed friendship invited both Neal and his current girlfriend Sara Ellis to dinner at their own family residence. She had successfully avoided meeting Neal for these past couple of weeks since he returned, but there was no way around it now when he was coming to her own home. And the worst part was that her husband will be there the whole time, so Elizabeth had to put on her bravest facade and pretend this was just an ordinary evening for her, even though she had a feeling her heart will literally burst out of her chest once she comes face to face with her charming young lover again, after all this time.

Suddenly, she was startled out of her thoughts by a knock on the door, one that felt like thumping on her brain.

"Can you get that, honey?", Peter called out from the bedroom, still getting ready for dinner.

"Sure", she replied, her own voice sounding like a stranger's to Elizabeth as she went and opened the door.

"Elizabeth, hi!", Sara's beaming smile welcomed her on the other side, the stylish young woman greeting her with a hug that Elizabeth returned a bit hesitantly, "Such a long time since we last saw each other, how are you?"

"I'm... I'm fine, we're fine", she replied as she untangled herself from the lingering embrace, "and how you've been?"

"Oh, you know, same old with this guy right here, never a dull moment", Sara smiled sweetly pointing at Neal, who took a step forward and extended his hand. Elizabeth tried her best to keep her composure as she accepted the handshake, but felt her eyes and face betray her as Neal leaned in and softly kissed the offered hand, giving her one of his trademark smug looks as he smiled charmingly from below. Immediately she remembered Sara was standing right next to him and could without a doubt notice the blush on her cheeks and panic in her big blue eyes, but as she glanced at the younger woman she only saw curious smile on her lips and something that resembled Neal's assuredness in her own green eyes. Before she had the chance to say something though, Elizabeth heard her husband's voice behind her:

"Neal, Sara, welcome!", Peter called out to their guests as he approached with a big smile, carrying their son in his arms, "And this is Neal... Neal Junior, if you wish."

Elizabeth felt like something cold cut right through her at those words, but tried her best not to let anyone know as she stood by her husband's side and smiled as first Sara, then Neal took a couple of moments to familiarize themselves with the baby, him giving her a knowing look as he introduced himself as 'uncle Neal' to the toddler. But what made her almost cry out in shock was when Sara said in a seemingly innocuous manner:

"He has your eyes, Neal, don't you think so?"

He didn't seem a bit disturbed at that remark as he just laughed it off wholeheartedly, as Peter noticed none the wiser:

"He kinda does, doesn't he?"

Elizabeth tried with all her might to smile and pretend that comment didn't just sweep the rug under her feet, but nothing could wipe away the look of sheer horror from her face. Her shock only grew more obvious when Sara smiled cheekily at her and gave her a naughty wink, almost like she tried to let her know she's in on the game.

"Is everything okay, honey?", Peter asked her, finally noticing the look of a deer caught in the headlights on his wife's beautiful face.

"Y-yes... let's just... let's move to the table, food's getting cold", she barely managed to utter as she made her way to the dining room, leaving her husband behind with a puzzled look on his face, before stopping dead in her tracks, "I'll take Neal... I mean, the baby back to his room."

Peter was only getting more perplexed by the sudden change in his wife's demeanour, but said nothing as she got the baby from his arms and took it to the nursery without another word. Being a good host, he showed their guests the way and they were soon seated around the small table, Peter and Neal taking the seat next to each other on one side, leaving the two seats on the other side for the girls. He thought nothing of it as Sara deliberately sat on the chair across from him, which meant Elizabeth would be placed directly opposite to Neal for the remainder of the evening.

After she put the baby back into its crib and took a couple of seconds to collect her thoughts and composure, Elizabeth joined them in the dining room, not satisfied at all by her sitting place, but knew she can't argue it without raising further suspicion from her husband. As she took her seat, Peter was already cutting the roast beef all the while complementing her on her cooking skills, but Elizabeth heard none of it as she was engrossed by the knowing look Neal gave her across the table, as he was fully aware of the effect his sole presence had on the poor woman struggling to stay calm throughout this entire ordeal.

As everyone helped themselves to a piece of roast and gravy, conversation started around the table and the atmosphere was soon a relaxed one, especially after a glass of wine or two, but nothing could help calm Elizabeth's nerves. The other three were now reminiscing on their adventures together, and she was happy most of them didn't include her since it gave her a perfect excuse to stay quiet without it looking weird, but from time to time she caught Neal looking at her the same way he did that lust filled night one year ago, and felt herself blush like a schoolgirl being hit on for the very first time. Memories of their encounter rushed back to her brain and she remembered how shamelessly she gave in to his advances, image of herself bouncing up and down on his young virile cock almost crystal clear in front of her eyes as she unwittingly let a whimper escape her lips. She only realized what she did as everyone at the table suddenly went quiet and gave her a concerned look.

"Liz, are you okay?", Peter asked her obviously worried, although she couldn't help but notice the amused look on Neal's face.

"Yes... yes, everything is fine, why do you ask?", she replied unconvincingly, beating herself over the head for how careless she's been, praying to God her husband doesn't press the matter any further. Even though he was growing more and more concerned for his wife's condition, after so many years of marriage Peter recognized the look on her face that begged not to be asked any more questions, so despite his sixth sense telling him something was wrong, turned back to Neal and continued their conversation right where it left off. Elizabeth breathed in a sigh of relief thinking she was in the clear, when she heard Sara ask:

"I love this gravy so much, what's your secret recipe?"

Being a bit annoyed at first as she realized she won't be left alone after all, she remembered to put on her best smile as she started responding to the girl sitting next to her:

"It's quite simple actually, there's flour and salt and-", Elizabeth suddenly stopped mid-sentence as she was startled by a soft hand on her thigh, her eyes wide in shock as she realized both Neal and Peter can't possibly reach her from across the table, so there was only one person the hand could belong to. She stared in disbelief at the pretty girl moving in closer to her, as she teasingly pushed her further.

"And what?", she grinned while moving her hand further up the older woman's thigh, her fingers now sliding under the hem of Elizabeth's fashionable dress as she stroked the smooth skin on her way further in. Sara thoroughly enjoyed the game she was now playing with the beautiful married woman who was fighting to keep control of her body, a fight she was losing with every second those nimble fingers caressed her most sensitive and intimate areas.

"And... and onions...", she trailed again holding her breath in a desperate attempt to hide what was going on under the table from the two men on the other side, but had a feeling Neal had a fairly good idea by the glances he shared with his girlfriend who was now getting dangerously close to her increasingly warmer and wetter vagina.

"Anything else?", Sara asked again, taking an almost cruel pleasure in forcing the poor woman to speak all the while tantalizing her with expert movements of her tender fingers. She smiled to herself and winked at her lover across the table as she felt the heat pulsing from Elizabeth's pussy on her mercilessly intruding hand, only a couple of inches and a thin piece of fabric separating her from the prize now.

"And water...", Elizabeth harshly exhales as she feels the red-haired girl's index finger softly press against her quickly dampening slit through the silky material of her panties. Taking a quick look to check if they're being observed by the woman's husband who is sitting only a few feet away across the table, and realizing to her satisfaction that he's too engrossed in conversation to notice anything's wrong, Sara leans even closer to the married woman's pleasure filled body and whispers into her ear:

"Mmmm, I love water...", she smiles wickedly before hooking her fingers around the fabric of Elizabeth's soft panties and pulling them to the side, exposing the tortured woman's gushing pussy to the cool air of the dining room. Before she can even try and protest, Sara all too quickly rubs the tips of her tender digits across the length of dark-haired woman's slit, and it takes Elizabeth everything she has not to cry out right there and then, biting her full lower lip instead in an attempt to divert her thoughts from the pleasures cute girl next to her is providing. It's all in vain though and she has no choice but to close her eyes as lustful daze overwhelms every inch of her curvaceous body, and it doesn't take long before younger woman's fingers are coated in sticky fluids leaking from Elizabeth's oversensed pussy.

Feeling the beginnings of her victim's forced orgasm seeping their way onto her assertive hand, Sara can't help but grin at Neal again before whispering:

"I really do love water...", and without another word of warning, she proceeds to roughly shove two of her fingers inside the other woman's squelching pussy, causing the vaginal fluids to flood all over her still thrusting hand and even soak the chair seat, finally forcing Elizabeth to succumb to the undeniable pleasure she experienced and groan on top of her voice:

"Oh my God!"

Peter immediately jumped from his seat, his view thankfully still obscured by the edge of the table, and cried out in panic:

"Honey, what's going on?!"

Elizabeth needed a few moments to collect her thoughts and come up with a half-decent response, so she simply stared at him wide-eyed for what seemed like an eternity. She didn't even notice how Sara took the opportunity to seamlessly sneak her hand out of her groin, but Neal sure did and was therefore treated to a sight he'll probably never forget: his sweet girlfriend licking Elizabeth Burke's tasty fluids from her dainty fingers, taking each one into her mouth and sucking on them slowly and sensually, giving him a smouldering look that he witnessed so many times before. He remembered how she had the same look in her eyes just this morning, when she gave him one of her trademark blowjobs in the shower, and she seemed keen to remind him of that as she pumped two fingers in and out of her mouth before holding them inside for a couple of seconds, tips of her slender digits tickling the back of her throat. And just like this morning, she didn't gag or cough around them even once, and Neal had to wonder what he did to deserve someone like Sara, especially when she took her fingers out of her mouth, now dripping with both saliva and vaginal fluids, and slowly circled them around the tip of her protruding nipple, making the hard nub stand out even further through the flimsy fabric of her bright red dress.

It was Neal's turn to groan out loudly now, but it went unnoticed by the other two people at the table - in fact, this entire little game between the kinky lovers didn't grab attention of either Peter or Liz, as he ran around the table to his wife's aid, thinking that she was either seriously hurt or sick, and she struggled to straighten her dress back into place in the limited space under the table, knowing that she would have a hard time explaining what just happened or why she didn't do anything to stop it. Luckily for her, she was able to pull the dress back down and cover her wet crotch and stained thighs completely, finding the strength in her drained body to stand up and stop Peter before he noticed the huge stain on her seat:

"I'm fine, honey, seriously", Elizabeth stood on wobbly legs trying with all her might to calm her voice down, "I just remembered that I need to feed the baby, that's all."

"Are you sure?", Peter asked unconvinced, noticing the flush spreading through his wife's face and upper chest, "It sounded like you were in pain, like something bit you or worse, stabbed you!"

"Oh no, it definitely wasn't pain", she trailed off trying her best to keep a straight face, amused by just how much out of touch her husband could sometimes be for an FBI agent, before adding quickly, "I'll be right back, just need to feed the baby and put him back to sleep."

Elizabeth glanced at their guests with a smile as she left the room, and couldn't help but notice the bemused look on both of their faces, Neal's eyes visibly glued to the damp spot on her pretty white dress. Putting her hand over the stain clumsily before Peter could notice, she hurriedly exited the room, her husband looking after her in confusion before slowly returning to his seat. Not wanting him to think about the weird situation too much and potentially ruin the fun, Neal did his best to engage him in conversation again, bringing up their first encounter which he knew was the topic Peter was specifically fond of, and few minutes later they were chitchatting again over a freshly opened bottle of wine.

Feeling a bit bored and left out as the two men conversed, especially now that her favourite toy has escaped from her clutches, Sara thought about trying to grab her lover's attention again with the help of her usual charm, but thought better of it as she realized Peter would be quick to notice, not having any distractions now. She considered joining Elizabeth in the nursery at first, but didn't want to risk and scare off the older woman too soon by coming on too strong, especially since she knew Neal had his plans when it came to seducing her. That's when a particularly wicked thought came to her mind, and she knew she would regret it if she didn't act on it right away: sliding her ass further down the chair and slipping the sandals off her dainty feet, Sara reached out under the table and placed a soft foot straight onto Peter's crotch.

The incredulous look on Peter Burke's face as he suddenly stopped mid-sentence and turned to stare at the girl who was now rubbing the sole of her foot across his zipper was almost alone worth it all, and Sara nearly laughed out loud seeing how flabbergasted the FBI agent became from such a simple act. He reminded her so much of his wife, not saying a single word to let his friend know what was going on under the table, but instead trying to push her foot away from his groin while he seemingly continued the conversation like nothing happened. Sara wasn't planning on giving up so easily though, and continued to massage Peter's crotch from across the table using nothing but her foot, feeling his erection emerging under her tender toes and straining against his pants only a few moments later. Neal quickly caught on what was going on and had fun watching his friend squirm under his beautiful lover's skilful ministrations, deliberately asking him questions that he knew Peter would have a hard time remembering the answer to, especially in this situation where most of his blood was being pumped out of his brain and into other parts of his body.

After a while, the man on the receiving end of these more than pleasurable sensations simply stopped fighting, reclining back in his chair as he let the gorgeous girl sitting on the opposite side of the table do whatever she wanted to his crotch, not being able to deny how good it felt despite his conscience screaming at him that his wife was just down the hall feeding their baby, and that she would never forgive him if she found out what's going on at their own dining room table. Hell, he probably won't be able to forgive himself either once the blood returns to his brain letting him realize what he allowed his friend's sexy girlfriend to do to him, but at this exact moment the only thing he knew was that chances like this happen maybe once in a lifetime, and he would be a fool if he stopped this much younger woman from giving him all the pleasure she intended to. Smiling victoriously as the second Burke spouse for the night fell prey to her advances, Sara decided to take full charge and with a skilled and practised move trapped the zipper between two of her toes before sliding it all the way down, only the fabric of Peter's underwear standing in the way now.

"Oh, boy!", Peter exclaimed not even thinking about what he was saying, as he not only felt but also saw from the corner of his eye how Sara pushed her big toe against his painfully straining erection, trapping his swollen dick between his body and her intrusive foot, leaving him completely at her mercy.

"What was that, Peter?", Neal asked innocuously pretending not to know what's going on, but all the while sharing naughty grins with his lover on the other side of the table.

"Uh... nothing", the FBI agent tried to keep his cool even as the luscious beauty started rubbing her toe all the way up and down his still covered shaft, taking pleasure in the look of absolute horror written on his face, "I was just saying, 'oh boy, that was some adventure we had'."