The events I'm writing about now took place in the hours that followed a particularly drunken day spent at a friend's home. The motor racing on TV had given way to the usual orgy of music, drinking and dancing, and things had gone further than usual – we'd all taken our shirts off (the girls kept their bras on, unfortunately, but we'd all got pretty close) and danced around. For a short while I'd even thought that things might go further – both Caroline and Kath had admitted (separately) to me that they'd've liked to lose the bras and I had an enduring fantasy in which Dave and Kath had screwed on the bed while I shafted Caroline on the floor, doggy fashion.
I had several massive hard-ons, difficult to conceal, and by the time we got home I was almost on fire. To my great delight, so was Caroline and she soon showed that she was up for something. We sat down on the sofa together and I told her what I'd been thinking of at Dave's.
She immediately responded – she told me she'd brushed up against his stiff cock and suggested that I wanted to fuck Kath – this was taboo stuff, and I was enormously aroused.
I wasn't in the mood for waiting, and promptly put my hands on her crotch. She helped me undo her jeans while my rigid prick strained against my trousers and I soon had her jeans down by her ankles. I left her knickers on because I wanted to get us both more worked up before the inevitable fucking.
