Any and all sexual activity in these fictional stories strictly involves humans who are 18 years of age or older.
Fair warning: this story does rather gush a bit. It's definitely a feel-good story - with some prett-ty hot sex fear-not - hopefully not too gushy for y'all.
Oh, and Part 2 is basically written!
Kind thanks to
@kenjisato
for his thoughtful, thorough editing.
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Annie and Lara
Chapter 1
I was puttering about my flat, obsessively re-adjusting all the things I had laid out for the evening. First the kitchen where I checked that the cheeses were warming sufficiently, the wine was aerating and the plates, cutlery and wine glasses were laid out on the big serving tray. Then to the bathroom to make sure I had enough towels and soaps out, and that the symmetry of the display was right. Finally (well, I say finally but this wasn't the first lap I'd run of this circuit and would likely not be the last, depending on when they arrived) to the bedroom where I re-inspected the display on the bed, the lingerie and the various toys.
I ended up ticking myself off for being so OCD, so I went out to the kitchen and poured my first glass of rioja, resisting the urge to re-program my painstakingly composed playlist. "Fuck," I think, checking my phone for the nth time..."Where are they?"
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Annie, now 21, I have known since she was eleven or twelve. Through the years I have been her piano teacher, theory teacher, accompanist, coach, and her musical theatre collaborator. Initially we had a typical mentoring dynamic which has morphed into a more collegial relationship as she matured. We've helped each other out many times with various projects and gigs. Super bright, sweet, bubbly, nerdy - big Star Trek fan - sexy sexy, hot young woman. Which I am allowed to say now she is an adult - and - no longer my student.
Then there is Lara. Lara was homeschooled by parents who belonged to one of those extreme - what do they call them - charismatic - religious sects. Super moralistic, authoritarian, socially repressive - you know the drill. So Lara was not only socially isolated most of her upbringing but constantly manipulated, programmed - psychologically and emotionally. It's frankly amazing that she doesn't display more symptoms from all that trauma. Rather, she's always been super-sweet, shy, deferential. Her eyes are alive and alert but she holds herself back, mostly staying quiet unless spoken to. At least she used to be!
Lara is 26. Annie and I both met her through a common music teacher. She and Annie easily became good friends, while my relationship with her has been more fraught. She was not allowed to have any kind of contact with males outside her family or religious clan. I think she was only allowed any contact with me at all because I was often her designated accompanist when she performed. This was all arranged through her voice teacher who was always present when we rehearsed. Often felt awkward obviously but I had to muscle through it: a gig's a gig, right?
We haven't worked much together in the past year or so, so I was even more surprised to get this call. Apparently things have been happening without me knowing. Big things, momentous changes of heart: things like that. Lara (finally!!!) had had enough of the repression and the moralising and the negativity in her life and put her foot down. Told her parents she is done with their religion. Caused quite a to-do by the sounds of it, although she and her family seem to have achieved some sort of détente. I'm sure there's lots of don't-ask-don't-tell going on. Well, credit where credit's due: at least her parents didn't abduct her and shackle her down in some gothic basement!
To celebrate her rebirth as a more complete humanoid she has organised a series of events. And this is where I come in apparently. Some context: Annie and I both had little platonic crushes on each other, back when we worked together more often. We just clicked and had a lot of the same musical preferences, so what this seems to be turning into wasn't such a shock coming from her. But with Lara, she applies that guilt and shame to all life's simple, innocent little human interactions. Apparently she's had a crush on me for a couple of years which she always repressed brutally. Not anymore. Lara has decided that it's time to experience sex! And because it seemed such a daunting step, she recruited Annie to help her out. Together they came up with the idea of asking me to, uh, join the 'club,' such as it was.
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Knock knock.
Finally!
There was much screaming and gesticulating, and hugging and kissing in the doorway. Lara seemed pumped, excited:
"Ok perverts, let's get this show started shall we!?"
"Ooo someone's anxious to get down to it."
"Holyl You know, I'm so frickin' nervous but at the same time I'm so, so down with this. I can't wait. And I'm sooooooo glad I'm with you two, my partners in crime!"
Lara and Annie continued to huggy-hug and kissy-kiss down the hallway as I more or less successfully steered them into the kitchen (and a wall or two, tbh) to get drinks and things. We were soon gathered around the table nibbling, and drinking wine out of my new Olivia Pope™ wine glasses. Annie had stressed that we had to make this comfortable for Lara, to help alleviate her anxiety around sex and her body. So for the first hour or so we simply caught up and chatted about anything but sex or religion or anything like that.
You could tell Lara was nervous, but since her renaissance her thirst for new experiences has seemed to trump all misgivings. She's jumped right in, doing many new things. Still, I was a little wide-eyed as she stood up, gulped the last of her wine (we were already well into bottle number two), and went over to Annie, grabbing her by the hand.
"Come on Annie: time to change, remember?"
They came over and gave me simultaneous kisses on my cheeks:
"Won't be long, tiger...everything's ready right?" ...before trotting off down the hall to my room without waiting to see me nod.
"Hurry up!" Yup, that's me: always the smartass.
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I had come up with the original germ of the idea for the night, and they loved it when I called them to strategise: our own private fetish night. I bought a couple of body stockings for them. Both were fishnet, one coarser with large holes in the mesh, the other finer with a much tighter mesh. I suggested that to get us started they would try them both on and see which one each preferred. I offered my room for them to change in, and the agreement was that they should only come out if they're totally comfortable in their 'uniforms.' Otherwise, they could simply change back into their clothes - no questions - and we'd do something else.
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They were in my room for quite a while. I heard a lot of chatter and giggling and a stifled scream or two. I had stripped down to a leather jock and nothing else. A bit risqué for me considering I didn't really know these two all that intimately, but I figured I had to put my money where my mouth was. Honestly, I don't have the body for it, but I figured the focus was not going to be on me tonight - at least I hoped.
I was puttering around again, doing a bit of cleaning, replenishing wine glasses, and was just sitting back down when I heard the bedroom door open. At last - here we go!
Annie came around the corner first, dragging Lara behind her, both of them screaming and giggling. But just before Lara came fully into view she pulled her hand free from Annie's and jumped back. Annie stopped and looked back at her for a moment but then decided to just come in and
present
herself to me.
"Ta daaa."
Wow she was stunning! I jumped up right away and pulled her in for a loving hug.
"Check you out, woman!"
