Carla and I had a beautiful afternoon together. As we'd planned, we visited the old castle in Denia, and took the guided tour through the museum. There was plenty left of this warm and sun filled Spanish day when we'd finished our sightseeing, so we both decided that the beach was calling. The water was only cold for that moment when you first wade in, and we swam out together to a small rocky point where we found a spot to sit together watching the day grow long.
Carla, like me, loved the water, loved the sun, and as we made our way on foot back into town to find somewhere to eat, I realised just how close we'd become in such a short time. I wouldn't say that either of us were falling in love with each other, but I certainly loved her company. We found a nice looking place at the new marina called El Bravo. The food was excellent, and as we sat with our coffees at the end of the meal, I wanted to hear more about Carla's friend Helen.
"You said this morning that you were sure I'd like your friend... what did you mean?"
Carla had an almost cheeky grin spreading across her face.
"Well, from our earlier encounter this morning, it's clear that you like a more natural woman. Helen is not quite as shapely as me, but she makes up for that in other ways..."
As my mind traveled back to the morning's dalliance with Carla's beautiful body, my curiosity was becoming aroused, as well as other parts of my anatomy.
"Exactly what other ways?" I asked.
Carla's grin had spread into a wide smile now, and for the sake of decorum in this crowded place, she leaned across the table and whispered...
"Helen has an incredibly hairy bush... much hairier than mine... and very hairy armpits too. Perhaps you will get to see her in all her glory."
Carla laughed wickedly and there was that fire in her eyes that I'd seen when I inadvertently caught her masturbating.
"What time is she arriving?" I asked.
"She thinks it will be late tomorrow morning, around lunchtime," Carla answered.
"I guess the two of you will want to find your own place together and I won't see you again." I was trying to keep any sense of disappointment out of my voice, but I'm sure she sensed just what I was feeling.
"I was hoping," Carla began and then paused... "We were hoping to be able to stay with you... until you have to leave. Would that be OK?"
"Yes. Yes, of course. It sounds perfectly OK!" I had done terribly at not sounding like an excited child on Christmas morning.
"As I said before, I'm sure you will like her."
Carla and I settled the bill and headed off back to the apartment into the warm night air. It had been a perfect day, a glorious day, and as we walked together, somewhere along the way my hand found itself holding Carla's hand, and I wanted that moment, that walk, to go on forever... that night I slept as soundly as I could remember for a long while. I don't know if I had dreamed it or not, but I woke with the feeling that Carla had slipped into bed beside me at some time through the night.
I woke again quite late, about half nine, and again the wonderful smell of good things to eat wafted in the air... as always I'd slept naked, and woken up with the wonderful knowledge that the little friend that resides in my pants, was still functioning well... I wasn't all that worried about Carla seeing me in all my morning glory: after all, she had seen it before, yesterday, and in the back of my mind I wanted to let her know that I was very keen to discover much more of her, perhaps another morning session before Helen arrived... at the very least I would give her a giggle.
"I hope there's something good to eat waiting for me," I called from the corridor just before making my grand entrance, "I'm extremely hungry this morning!"
As I stepped into the kitchen Carla's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head as I stood there fully erect, and instantly I knew that this was going to give her more than just a giggle. Standing beside her was another woman, I could only assume to be her friend Helen, who didn't quite know where to look or what to say.
Carla was now laughing hysterically, as I desperately tried to cover my manhood, which somehow despite the efforts of both my hands, still managed to be poking out the top. The other woman was now also giggling, and I had turned quite a deep shade of red.
Catching her breath Carla managed to say, "Helen, this is my new friend John... he's half English and half sex maniac."
"I umm, I'll just go and get dressed before we umm... " I mumbled embarrassedly.
Helen said something in German that made Carla laugh even more.
"Helen just said she understands if you don't want to shake hands." Carla added with more giggling.
I could hear both woman still cackling as I made my way to my bedroom and quickly threw on some pants and a shirt. I guess it was pretty funny, though my manhood was beginning to decline rapidly. Making my way back to the kitchen I now had the chance to meet Helen more properly. I don't know quite what I was expecting. When other people tell you about their friends before you've had a chance to meet them, you build up a picture in your mind of what they look like, and even more... I knew that Helen and Carla had been friends and lovers for many years, though not exclusively. Each year they would meet here in Spain for a couple of weeks and travel together, and then sometimes meet again that same year somewhere else in Europe to travel again. In my own narrow way of thinking, I have like many men my age, formed all sorts ridiculous ideas about how lesbians might look, or their attitude toward men. Carla had certainly changed my thinking in the short time we'd been together, and now looking at Helen, any concepts I'd previously held were completely blown away.
Helen was so incredibly normal. I don't mean that disparagingly, not in the least. She was very attractive, wearing a beautiful short sleeve summer dress. She was maybe a little younger than Carla, perhaps late thirties, and she could have been a mum on her way to pick up the kids from school, albeit a very good looking mum. It was difficult not to look at her without having Carla's words from last night flash through my mind... 'Helen has an incredibly hairy bush...'
Carla, still smiling, went ahead with what was now the most redundant of introductions...
