"Yeah that's it Chrissie, push your fingers in deeper, OOOHHH...YES! Lick my clit NOW! Oh yes." Moaned the dark haired girl. The red head must be Chrissie. I couldn't see very well in the mirror, but they were definitely getting it on. "I'm gonna cum, Baby, lick me hard. AAAAAGGHHHHH, MMMMPPPHHHH, Oh God yes, I'm cumming!!!!!" Chrissie was shoving her fingers in and out of the dark haired girls' cunt in a blur and I could hear the squishy slurping sounds she was making with her mouth on her cunt. Her orgasm shook her violently, and she soon slumped back and leaned against the mirror behind her. She released her grip on Chrissie's hair and her legs hung limply down the red heads back. Chrissie continued to lick her cunt softly until she came back down and then she unwound herself and stood up and kissed the dark haired girl savagely on the mouth for a long time. After they broke the kiss, the red head whispered, "I'm absolutely dripping, Gail, please do me now." Gail's panties hung around one ankle, her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra had been pushed up to reveal her ample breasts. She eased off the counter and turned Chrissie around and pushed her skirt up above her hips, she reached down and put her hand between the horny girls legs. "You're right, you are dripping. Slide up on the counter and let my suck you dry." She said. She pulled Chrissie's panties down and started licking the inside of her thighs.
I could see in the mirror that Chrissie was a natural red head. Her pussy lips hung full and red through her hairy bush. Gail was slipping a finger into the furry red cunt and I watched as Chrissie stiffened in orgasm. "OOH SHIT, do me girl." She cried and begged Gail to give her all she could take. Gail pushed her face into the open slit before her and I heard loud sucking noises as she went to work. "Fuck me, bitch, suck my cunt. Make me cum again." My cock was aching. I unzipped my jeans and pulled it out and began to stroke myself. I was slick with my own pre-cum and knew I'd shoot real soon. Chrissie had Gail by the hair and was frantically humping her face. In no time, she stiffened and pushed her ass up off the counter and crashed into another orgasm. Gail kept sucking wildly, and I shot a huge load onto the girl's room door, it dribbled down to the floor. The two girls embraced and kissed deeply, tongue sucking and squeezing the others tits. I put myself back into my pants and was about to sneak back to the library when I heard Chrissie ask, "Did you see the guy in the library?" "Yeah, doesn't he play in a band or something?" came Gail's reply. "Yup, his name is Virgil, but they call him Tall Cool One. I heard their band play a couple of times and he's hot." I really liked hearing that. It made me feel that the practice was paying off. "I heard they're playing at The White Lion in St. Augustine this weekend. Maybe we can get the guys to take us up to hear them."
The girls had been hurriedly dressing while they talked and I figured it was time to duck back into the library, before I was discovered. There was a big glob of sperm on the floor right in the middle of the doorway. I hoped nobody slipped in it before it dried. I backed out the door and had just taken my seat as the girls entered the library. They saw me and walked over to my table and Chrissie introduced herself and Gail to me and told me about hearing me play guitar. "We just wanted to say how much we enjoyed your band at the last school dance." She said. "Thanks," I said, "I'm glad you enjoy the music. We're playing at the Seniors' Last Dance, a week from Saturday, in the auditorium. I hope you'll be here, because I think it's the last time Terry and Dennis will be playing with me. They are both leaving after graduation and I don't know if we'll get together again or not. I'm planning a new group but don't have anything finalized as yet." "We'll be there," they chimed in, in unison, "maybe we'll see you in St. Augustine this weekend." "Cool," I said, "I've had enough of this place for one day. I'm out of here, can I give you girls a lift?" "We have my car," Gail said, "next time though."
I gathered my notebooks, and crossed to the door, I stopped and held the door for the girls. We walked to the parking lot together, and chatted about graduation. Gail was a senior and Chrissie was a junior. Gail had been accepted at Vassar and I surmised that she was a brain. Chrissie seemed a little less together and had an infectious giggle. I asked if they had boyfriends and was told yes, but nothing serious. "Good," I said, "maybe we can go out or something sometime." Chrissie turned around and skipped backwards, facing us and giggled as she asked, "Both of us? Together?" "Sure, why not?" I said, "I'll take a chance." They giggled together.
We came to my car first. "Cool car." They said in unison again. "Wow!" The car is cool, but not exceptional. It's a '55 Ford, Crown Victoria, Candy Apple Red Metallic paint, green sunroof, lowered and sectioned, Mag wheels, tuck and rolled interior, '57 T-Bird 312, with three 2-barreled carburetors, and four on the floor. Dad and I built the car together. It was my pride and joy. I drove it every day and it, of coarse, was not show quality any more, but it turned a lot of heads. It had Hooker Headers, and dual exhaust, and sounded just as mellow as good loving. I climbed in, rolled the window down and turned the key. The hefty Thunderbird engine jumped to life. I waved to the girls and backed out. As I turned north on State Road A-1-A, I thought about Jimmy Buffet and all the songs he had written about this stretch of highway and smiled. Maybe some day I'd write a song about a highway too. Life is good, but my back seat still smelled like pussy.
It's a short drive up the coast from Flagler Beach where the school is, about twelve miles, to the sand dunes where we live. The house sits back from the highway and cannot be seen as you drive past. Except for the driveway and mailbox, you'd miss it completely. As you pull off the road. The drive makes an S-curve and you come to a big iron gate with stone pillars on each side. An iron fence extends in each direction as far as you can see into the trees and completely surrounds the property. Through the gate the drive makes a sweeping curve and the house sits at the top of a sloping swell, which rises some twenty feet above the highway. It then either goes straight around the corner of the house to the garages on the right end, or left into a large circular drive in front of the house. The lawn in front is nicely landscaped and irrigated. Helen and Karen's house, sits beyond the right drive and is set slightly back. Both houses share this drive. The house is all stone, and has nineteen rooms above the grade, almost twenty thousand square feet. Big, long, beautiful, expensive, and much too big for us, but dad and grandpa had built it, it was a fortress and it was paid for. The taxes were hellacious. Dad has lots of money. Somebody has to live here, might as well be me.
A couple of hundred yards north of the main drive is a road that skirts the north boundary of the property and leads down to a second gate in the north fence, and beyond to the river, and a third gate down by the boat shed. The upper gate leads across the back yard, below the houses, to the area where I park my car and to Blossoms garage, which is under their house in the rear. The back of our house is three stories above grade with various balconies, and stairways, and a patio in front of my apartment. The lawn is gargantuan, and extends down a long slope to the river, which is the Florida, Intracoastal Waterway. The boat shed, lift and piers sit at the shoreline and are reached through the lower gate, or a long sidewalk leading from the patio down to the river.
I pulled in through the upper gate, crossed behind Blossom's house and backed into my parking place between the houses. As I shut off the engine I looked out the windshield and saw Helen sitting in a recliner, on the lawn, catching the late afternoon sun. It was warm, around eighty degrees, and quite still. The river was smooth and the only movement you could see was the tide flowing out, to the south. Helen appeared to be dozing. I got out of the car, retrieved a lawn chair from the patio, and joined her on the lawn. She wore a bright pink thong bikini, which left nothing to the imagination. She was just barely decent. As I settled into my chair, she opened her eyes and smiled over at me. "Hi, Baby Boy." She cooed, "How was your day?" "Very interesting," I replied, "I just got to watch my first girl-girl encounter, and they didn't even know I was there. I even asked them out, and they want to go with me, together." "Sounds like fun." she smiled again, and squeezed her thighs together. "Let me know how you make out."
"Where have you been? You're usually home earlier." She asked. "Stayed at the library to work on my paper for Ms. Stone." I answered. "I made great inroads too, I might even finish on time if I behave myself. That's where I caught the girls, in the ladies room at school. It was hot. Tell me about making it with another woman, Helen." I asked her, "What makes it so good?"
She thought for a few long moments and answered my question slowly, "Well, I'm not really an expert. Your sister Dianne, and Karen are the only two women I've ever tasted. Karen is young and sweet, and a follower. Your big sister is a driver. She is extremely aggressive and has a lot of experience. I think she goes both ways, but she really enjoys women. I think she's big into B & D too, but I really don't know for sure." "I do." I chuckled. "Tell me more." She begged. "Another time, Sugar, tell me about sharing pussy." "Dianne was my first. She made me absolutely quake when I came. She can take you to the edge and keep you there for hours. And then when you finally do soar over the edge, it bends you mind. A man can do that too, I suppose, but I never really had a chance to find out. You'll remember I was sixteen when Karen came along, and that rotten son of a bitch who was fucking me vanished. I loved him, but all he wanted was arm candy and pussy. I've been more or less out of circulation since then." "Easy, Hon," I soothed her, "you don't want to break a sweat."
