Over the rest of the summer, Philip's thoughts were constantly in Toronto, and Margot was doing everything she could to build up the anticipation. First she texted him a photo that looked professionally taken, a boudoir shot of her and Emily in frilly lingerie, sitting on a bed making come-hither eyes at the camera.
When he texted back the simple word "beautiful", she sent him a winky face emoji and a whole barrage of photos from the same session.
He'd seen porn before, but this was hotter even though there was no actual nudity, in part because of context. He knew these two ladies, had made love to one and was soon to make love to the other, and these photos had been taken with him, personally, as the target audience. He realized now how much he was looking forward, not just to fucking Margot again, but to fucking Emily. She was truly beautiful, in her way. She looked great in that sexy lingerie, anyway, her blonde hair done up in a bun and her truly massive tits barely contained by the bra. She reminded him of the plus-size lingerie models he saw on billboards at stores, and any society that said her body type couldn't be attractive, he realized, must be mad.
Margot, by contrast, was his every adolescent dream come true. Her brown hair was up in rollers in these photos, her lips painted an aggressive crimson that perfectly matched the red polka dots on the white silk of her camisole. And, of course, she still had those glasses on.
These photos, he knew, would be his primary masturbation fodder for the next month.
He got a friend request on Facebook from an Emily Shipton. Yes, he confirmed, the very same Emily. It occurred to her that he hadn't known to last name up to that point.
"enjoying the pictures?" she texted him.
"very much," he responded. "Can't wait to be there in person."
"Send me a dick pic," she wrote. "show me how much you're enjoying them"
"I don't know if I'm allowed," he replied. Wow. He'd never sent one of those before.
"Margot says its ok ;)" she wrote, followed by several eggplant emojis.
"I dunno I should probably get her permission directly," he said. He sent Margot a message. "Emily is asking for a dick pic can I send her one?"
While he was typing, he got another message from Emily. "Awww you're so obedient what a sweetie."
Margot replied a moment later. It was just a smiley face emoji and a thumbs up.
"Okay," Philip muttered to himself. He looked at the pictures again, stroking his cock to improve his erection. He was paying particular attention to one of Emily, bent over, hands against the bed frame, ass sticking out toward the camera, obscured from view by nothing but soft pink lace. She had turned her head back, giving the camera a very naughty smile indeed.
Philip looked at her fat ass, imagining he was on his knees behind her, her hands - or maybe Margot's - imperiously pushing his face between those big white buttocks.
He snapped a picture on his phone and texted it to her, and to Margot as well.
"mmmm" came Emily's response. "im really wet. Thats a nice big one i cant wait to suck it while ur girlfriend watches".
Margot replied a moment later with "I miss you."
Over the next few weeks, he'd get texts from them now and then. Margot sent him a picture of a massage table she'd bought after he finished up the massage course she'd instructed him to sign up for. Emily asked if he wanted to see a picture of her pussy, but then sent him a picture of an actual literal cat.
"this is Hazelnut i am fostering her for Toronto cat rescue."
Finally, and perhaps most concerningly, there was the picture Margot sent him of herself one morning. She was topless, those big beautiful tits he had grown to love on full display. She had a terminal case of bedhead and no makeup. It looked like she'd taken this moments after waking up. All she seemed to be wearing was a big blue strap-on, about the size of his own penis, that projected from her crotch.
The caption was "It's getting to be time, baby."
In late August, Philip rented a van and got a few friends to help him load his things into it. He'd arranged for some friends who already lived in Toronto to help him unload everything when he got there, too. It was a long, stressful drive after a long, stressful packing process, and he knew the unpacking process wouldn't be much better. The one bright spot on the horizon was that both Margot and Emily had offered to help out.
Finally he pulled the van onto Major Street. He'd been able to arrange with his new landlady to move in a few days before the first of September, giving him time to get set up before classes started, and also meaning that the street wasn't crowded with other people who were also moving. He parked the van, locked it, and sent everyone who had offered to help a group text.
"Just pulled in. I'm going to go get dinner right now but I'll see you all in about an hour?"
He got a small chorus of responses and confirmations. Then a private message from Margot. "I'm free right now if you want to get dinner together. My treat"
They arranged to return to the taco fusion place they'd gone to on his first night in Toronto over the summer. When Philip arrived there, Margot was already waiting outside, and his heart leaped to see her. Perhaps he was partly expecting to see her all dressed up for him, but no, she was wearing blue jeans, a slightly-worn t-shirt, and no makeup. Which made sense, really, since there would be heavy lifting involved. But as he approached, her face lit up and she put her arms around him, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, almost the kind of kiss she'd normally reserve for when they were in private.
"I fucking missed you," she said.
"Missed you too!"
They went in and got a table with menus.
"So I was thinking," said Margot, "we probably won't have time to set your place up as well as move everything in. If you'd like to come over and sleep at my place again, I'd love to have you."
"That sounds nice," he said. "But I should warn you right now, I've been either on my feet or driving all day. I'm already pretty tired and by tonight I'll be utterly exhausted, so don't expect much of me."
Margot smiled. "Don't worry, Philip. I'm a reasonable woman. We'll have plenty of time, now that we're going to be neighbours." She slid a hand to his knee, but it was more of a gesture of affection than a sexual advance. "When does school start? Not til September?"
"Yeah, next Tuesday," he said. "I need to get set up in my new place first. I could certainly use a guide, though. Someone who knows this neighbourhood?"
"Well, I'll be working during the day, of course, but I could certainly show you a few things. Grocery stores, things like that. And I think Emily had something she wanted to show you, of course." She winked at him.
Dinner was excellent, and the rest of the move-in went very well. Margot caught a few of Philip's friends checking her and Emily out, wondering who these beautiful older women were and how Philip knew them. Emily, at least, seemed to be loving the attention, and was a shameless flirt all evening.
