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.
She removed her chunky sweater announcing,
"I knew I should have kept my stockings on!"
She carefully and deliberately unbuttoned her blouse in a rather provocative manner and even then I had no idea of the treat in store. As the front of her blouse slowly parted there was no sign of a bra! Surely not! Surely she wasn't going to be topless. My cock twitched in anticipation.
Having undone the final button she looked me straight in the eye, shrugged it off and revealed two beautiful, smallish, but perfectly formed, breasts. They were entirely self supporting with delightfully pointy nipples directing their gaze upwards and outwards.
Judy smiled and said, "You weren't expecting that, were you?" And seemed otherwise totally unconcerned, but it wasn't doing much for my composure. A few minutes earlier I had been granted a spectacular view of white cotton panties stretched tightly across her crotch and now she was topless. My brain processed all this information and sent an urgent signal to my cock, which by now was really getting the message.
The game progressed and it didn't take long before all three of us were topless. This was more interesting for me than for the girls, obviously, so they ganged up and told me that it was only fair that I lose my trousers.
I was unsure of the logic of this decision, but Judy had no doubts. She came over to me, pulled me to my feet and grasped the free end of my belt firmly. I felt the belt release, rather than anything else, as my eyes were locked onto her pert little bouncing breasts with their pointy nipples.
She stared intently into my eyes as she expertly released the button and started on the zip with what seemed like deliberate slowness. I felt one hand graze my swelling cock as she glided the other, suggestively, over my bum lowering my trousers to the floor.
"Well, now. That's better.....
"That's a bit more equal."
I was wearing boxers, but my interest was now very obvious! I feared that the loss of one more item would leave me the first one to be completely naked and there was something very intimidating about the thought of being naked, with an erection, in the company of two ladies.
Somewhere along the way Christine had lost her top too and the next memorable milestone was when she had to give Judy a back rub.
"You'd be more comfortable lying down." She suggested, so Judy pushed the coffee table to one side and lay down on her stomach on the sumptuous rug. Christine tried to straddle her rather sensuous looking bum but, as she did so, there was a loud ripping sound as the entire seam of her tight trousers gave way.
"Fuck it!" Christeen expleeted. "Bloody cheep clothes." She stood up, undid the button, slid down the zip and shed the now two almost individual legs of the torn trousers and returned to her position astride Judy's thighs. The fabric of her black silky panties now stretched enticingly over her bum as she reached for the zip on Judy's skirt.
"You're overdressed for a massage and besides, you're the only one here not down to their knickers."
Judy put up no resistance as Christeen unzipped her skirt.
"Hutchy your bum!" And Christeen pulled the offending skirt away with one swift movement. This was turning into quite a birthday, two women dressed only in their panties on a rug in front of me, one massaging the other, while I sat observing with my erection fighting to get out of my boxers.
She started work on her shoulders and neck before moving down her spine. Her breasts swung freely with each stroke as her nipples grazed Judy's back making them erect in a most alluring manner.
I just sat on the bedside chair and, well frankly, lusted. Two virtually naked women on a rug, right in front of my eyes, surely every young lad's dream scenario. OK they both still had their panties on, and I now noticed Christine's were definitely showing signs of her growing excitement.
As their arousal increased, their inhibitions reduced, and Christine worked further and further down her back, lowering Judy's white cotton panties inch by inch with successive strokes. It got more and more sensuous as more of Judy's bum was revealed until eventually her panties were discarded.
