I was enjoying an idle afternoon at home with Ben, a friend of mine. We'd were in the family room watching a game on the tellie, only a little interested in it but neither of us in the mood to get up and do something more constructive. That was the situation when my sister and some of her friends came barging in. The room wasn't all that large and now, with six people in it, it was positively small. Did this discourage the girls and make them think that maybe they should go somewhere else? Not so you would notice.
Ben and I had the two best chairs in the room and the only other place to sit was the old couch, a piece of furniture that had certainly seen better days. Two of the girls plumped themselves down on the couch and before Ben or I could address the crowded issue it was resolved. Pat, my sister, simply curled up in Ben's lap, giving him a big smile, while the last girl, Karen, sat on my lap, snuggling against me. That was a bit of a shock to my system, having an eighteen year old cutie snuggled up to me. I suspect Ben felt the same way.
All of us were in the eighteen to nineteen age bracket with me at the top, pushing twenty, with Karen at the bottom having just turned eighteen. Now that they were settled in the girls just continued in what they'd been doing -- gossiping. They discussed boys and other girls in a somewhat hair raising fashion. Some things a man has no right to listen to. After thoroughly dissecting one girl's character they switched to her fashion sense of which they appeared to approve.
Looking around at a sample group of four I'd have to say the current fashion was loose floppy tops, thick enough to keep them warm in the current clime without worrying about overheating. Slacks also were the order of the day. It was about that stage that I noticed that I seemed to have warm skin under the hand that I had automatically put around Karen to help hold her steady. Seeing she didn't seem to mind I just left it there.
I swear that I had no intention grabbing a quick feel. It's just that I started to stroke that soft warm skin. Nothing wrong with that, right? Especially as she didn't seem to mind. I was quite surprised when it registered on me that I was caressing the curves of a nicely shaped breast. At least, it felt nicely shaped. It just seemed natural to me for my hand to drift around and check out the other breast. I thoughtfully tweaked a pair of nipples while I was doing my exploration -- wouldn't want them to be left out.
Feeling slightly guilty I glanced around the group but no-one seemed to have notice what I was doing. Everyone was happily oblivious. Glancing at my sister I noticed that her blouse seemed to have an odd movement. Ben was looking rather happy. I would lay odds that he was doing to Pat what I was doing to Karen. None of my business I decided. She was a big girl and could take care of herself.
Leaving Karen's lovely breasts my hand travelled back down to her waist. Sitting the way she was that top nicely covered Karen's waist and groin. This time I took deliberate advantage, sliding my hand over her groin, pressing firmly against her mons. Her legs parted slightly and I, cad that I am, slipped my hand between them, rubbing her quite intimately.
Karen wasn't taking much part in the general conversation at this point but quickly joined in again when my hand returned to her waist. I contemplated how she was sitting on my lap and acted accordingly. By chance I happened to have an erection. Seeing I was in a position to do it discreetly I reached down and adjusted its position, giving it room to stretch you might say. And stretch it was only too happy to do.
If I could discreetly adjust my erection then Karen could just as discreetly get an idea of what I was offering. It would give her a chance to make a decision. I nudged her hand off her lap so it dangled by her side. Then I pressed it against my groin. She stiffened slightly but just held still. After a few moments she took hold of me through my trousers, trying to determine the size of what was there, I hoped. Must have been that as, unable to determine, she unzipped me and her hand made a closer and more personal inspection.
Looking over at Pat and Ben I made the following observation. Pat looked as innocent as ever while Ben had a distinctly nervous air. Seeing Pat's hand was out of sight I was willing to guess why Ben was looking so nervous.
Someone's phone alarm sounded and we all looked for the culprit. At the same time Karen deftly removed her hand from where it had been playing and Pat did the same according to the look of relief on Ben's face.
"We've got to go," said the girl with the phone and all the girls hustled out of the room.
Ben and I looked at each other.
"Holy Hell", I gasped. "Were you doing to Pat what I think you were doing?"
"Certainly not, whatever you may suspect me of doing," Ben retorted. "It's more a case of what your sister was doing to me."
"As if you didn't start it," I retorted. "I saw you groping her under her top."
"Groping!" gasped Ben as if appalled at the suggestion. "I did no such thing. I merely paid homage to a work of art as performed by Mother Nature."
"Good line that. I'll have to use it sometime."
We were laughing about that when my sister and Karen walked back into the room. Before Ben and I knew what was going on we both had a girl comfortably curled up in ours laps. Naturally enough I had Karen again and my arm went around her, my hands eager to feel her breasts once again.
