Just a reminder that this all takes place in the early 1970's before HIV was considered a problem in the heterosexual world. The pill was recently available to unmarried women, in the previous decade a doctor would only reluctantly prescribe it to 'engaged' girls. Nobody ever said 'condom', they were rubbers or johnnies and not mentioned in mixed company. During the entire decade I never heard a female say 'fuck' out loud. It was a different era.
I had spent the recent days reminiscing about the last encounter with Christine (
see After Tante Marise Christine story
) and admittedly masturbating to the memory. I was nineteen and when sex was not available, revelling in a recent memory was a frequent solo pleasure. I had been pleasuring her newly shaved sex with my tongue when her husband rang. Somehow or other she had perceived this as a highly dangerous situation and, judging by her reaction, it increased her arousal considerably.
She confessed that being on the phone, while I was down there, had increased the eroticism to such an extent that she had orgasmed while talking to him, almost giving the game away.
When she put the phone down, she became a complete animal, with language to match, and I had joined in with enthusiasm. It was a great night and a great memory.
By now it was late autumn and my birthday was looming. Christine suggested we celebrate and with my imagination running wild, dreaming of another lust fuelled romp with her, when my illusion was shattered as she suggested a Chineese meal might be fun and that her best friend, Judy, would be joining us.
I have to say I was slightly disappointed but when we met at the restaurant the girls looked stunning, and I realised how lucky I was to be spending the evening with two lovely ladies, even if it wasn't going to be as erotic as my imagined scenario. However, I must confess, that Christine's phrase about her having an 'inattentive husband' flashed through my mind more than once, no matter how improbable any chance of benefitting from that might be.
Judy, you may remember, was an attractive brunette with a pretty face, framed by a hair style that I thought of as a fringe and curtains, the large round gold framed glasses gave her a serious, slightly school mistressy look. Her breasts were considerably smaller than Christine's but, I couldn't help notice that she had a fabulous bum. However, none of that was particularly obvious that night as we were wrapped up in autumn clothing.
We had a very convivial meal which included my all time favourite, crispy duck pancakes. Judy turned out to be good company and wanted to know my life history, although I am sure she knew more than she let on because Christine had admitted she had confided in her about our first romp. I suppose I should have picked up on the fact that she kept asking me some very personal questions and smiling at me waiting for the replies.
Assorted rice dishes washed down by another bottle of red wine completed the meal and the ladies insisted on paying as it was my birthday. As we left the restaurant, Judy suggested we go back to her's to continue the celebrations, so we bundled into a taxi, all squashed rather intimately into the back, and a few minutes later we were climbing the short flight of steps up to her tidy flat.
It was classically arranged with a gas fire in the old fireplace, three piece suite, and coffee table in the centre of a rather luxurious looking rug.
"It's wine, wine, or wine, and then only as long as it's red!" Judy offered, as she bent over right in front of me to flick on the fire, which sprang into life instantly giving the room a rosy glow.
"Difficult choice! Maybe I'll go for a red wine please!" Christine's words were starting to slur just a little as we hadn't exactly held back over the meal.
"What about the birthday boy?"
Before I had a chance to answer, Christine had replied for me, "He'll have a wine too! And he's not quite so much of a 'boy' as you might think!"
"So you told me the other day."
Slightly embarrassed knowing my sexual prowess, or lack of it, had already been a topic of their conversation, but without having time to open my mouth, a glass of red arrived in my hand.
"So, is he 'man' enough for the 'Have To' game?" She continued.
"I rather think he might be. In fact I'm banking on it! Get the cards and we'll see."
I felt rather apprehensive as the name 'Have To' had a slightly menacing sound to it. 'Have To' what? I wondered, as Judy went over to a small desk and lifted a pack of oversized playing cards, or that is what it looked like.
I protested that I didn't know the game, or the rules, but was told it was easy and that I would pick it up as we went along.
"Right, I'll start," said Judy, taking the top card and read it out.
'Have To - take a sip from every drink."
Not too difficult, I thought, and I could see the basic idea of the game, at least we ware all drinking the same thing. She stood up and obeyed the card. Several more innocent rounds passed before Christine read from her card, "Have To' -tell of your most embarrassing moment.'
"Oh shit!.........we were staying with my in-laws when hubby and I were, shall we just say, rejoicing in our marital state. My mother-in-law, forgetfully, just burst in to the room while I was riding him cowgirl and just getting to the good bit."
Judy burst out laughing,
"Can't imagine being interrupted mid shag, and by my mother in law!"
For my part, I couldn't get over the fact that Judy had just said 'shag', and the image of Christine astride her husband did little for my composure. The alcohol was definitely having an effect. We all knew that married people 'do it' but to talk about it so openly surprised me.
The game continued innocently enough for several rounds although it was definitely getting more risqué. My turn again.
"Have To - Kiss the host or hostess." So I stood up and went over to Judy and gave her a light peck on the lips!
"That's not a kiss," she said with indignation. Stood up, grabbed my face in both hands, pulled me towards her and as she kissed me, I felt her probing tongue. That was not expected, but was not unpleasant either, so I didn't resist the intrusion, and our tongues met in a rather erotic encounter.
"That's a kiss!" She declared, coming up for air.
Fearful of Christeen's reaction, I looked round to see her beaming a smile at me. No harm done then.
I don't remember all of the cards, or their sequence, but I do remember I had to give Judy a foot rub. That was memorable because she asserted that a foot-rub through stockings was not worth a candle, so she stood up, ruched up her skirt and, giving me a magnificent view of her silky thighs and suspenders: she slid each stocking down in turn, somewhat provocatively.
Returning to her seat, the best was yet to come. She lifted one leg onto my lap giving me a worm's eye view all the way up her leg to the crotch of her tightly stretched white cotton panties. I set to work on her foot, but the damage was already done: I was getting an erection.
I suspect Judy could feel it and, impishly, made matters worse by wriggling her heel into my lap while I worked on her toes.
Christine read her next card, "Have To: say what you wear in bed. That depends on who I'm going to bed with." She quipped.
"Mucky girl," Judy's voice chimed in mock horror, "and you a married woman! But, answer the question!"
"If I'm feeling lucky, I just slide into bed naked and see if I can get some action."
Another round or two passed harmlessly until Judy's card definitely caught my interest. 'Have To - Remove two items of clothing'. Two? This was probably going to be interesting.
