Julie's ankle meant she needed to rest at home, but Mike and I weren't going far away. We headed down to the lakefront with some fishing poles, chairs and beers. He was an easy guy to talk to, kind and intelligent, not just sexy as I know he could be.
We cast our lines and sat down, drinking a beer each. We talked about lots of things, and some more about Julie and me at college.
"Isn't it every male's fantasy? Two women at once, or watching two women together?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is."
"Was it yours too?"
"Kind of," and he started to blush again.
"With me and Julie?"
"Yeah, from the first time I met you."
I laughed, delighted.
"I'm glad you felt that way. If you hadn't already been dating Julie, I would have chased you myself."
Mike grinned, finished his beer and tossed it back in the cooler.
"Do you know what you're going to do about Simon?"
"No, not yet."
"So, tell me. I can offer you an unbiased – well, ok, biased, but still slightly objective opinion if you want."
I sighed and finished my beer too.
"I like Simon. I feel a lot more for him than I have for just about any other man. We've gotten stale in the bedroom, and we're not talking like we used to."
I opened another beer and took a swallow.
"He's become really wrapped up in his work. I wanted this week so we could spend some time together, to try to rekindle what we had, but now I don't think it's possible."
I turned to look at Mike.
"In the last day and half, I've already come to feel more for you than I ever have for Simon."
Mike smiled shyly again, and started to blush.
"I can't stand it!" I said. "You blush and smile, and I get so horny I want to rip your clothes off."
This time his grin was just a little bit evil, and he chuckled.
"It's not deliberate," he said. "When you look at me, like you did last night and this morning, and like right now, I know what Julie meant."
"What Julie meant how?"
"She warned me before you and I met. She said she fell under your spell with one look at college, and the next thing she knew she had her hand under your skirt and was finger you up in a lecture room full of people."
"Oh, God. That was so horny."
"Didn't anyone notice?"
"No, we were in the back row and there was no one beside us."
"But there were people in the lecture room?"
"Yeah."
"So, tell me the full story, of how you and Julie got together."
"Ah, you want to hear a little girl-on-girl action, right?"
"Of course," he said smiling. "Get to it."
"Well, you've probably heard it all from Julie already, but here's my version."
When I started college in Ohio, Julie was my roommate. We were both from out of state, and were both studying pre-law at Case Western. Of course our first meeting was nervous and tense; neither of us knew who we'd end up with, and it could very easily have been some psycho, but I was pleased to see she at least looked normal; 5'5" slender athletic body, dark long hair and nice brown eyes.
Over the first couple of days we became good friends. Most of the guys were hitting on us, but we covered each other's backs pretty well. We had both had our first sexual experiences back in high school, so college wasn't completely new; just the fact that we were not chaperoned, except when we did that for each other.
We dated a little, but we were both settling into the new environment, so aside from a couple of one-night stands, we both kept single in the first year.
In our second year, I dated a guy named Terry for a few months, and Julie dated another guy named Matt.
In our third year, a second-year asked me on a date. Julie and I had been walking from one class to another, and Peter just came up and asked. I said yes immediately.
When we were walking away, Julie wanted to know why I'd said yes so quickly.
"You don't even know him," she said.
"I've seen him around a little. Don't you think he's cute?"
"Well, yeah, but – but"
"It's just a date, Jules. We're not getting married."
She sighed.
"Yeah, I guess."
She was quiet for most of the day, but I didn't really notice; I was too much into imagining the date with Peter. I'd been pretty horny for a few weeks, and I hadn't met any guy I thought suitable to fuck. I'd masturbated, but that seemed to make it worse.
That night as I was getting dressed, I couldn't stop imagining what I wanted Peter to do to me. It was like a slide show of all imaginable positions as we fucked, and it kept going off in my head. You wouldn't believe how horny I was.
Anyway, I went out into our shared living room. Julie was just coming in, having been for a jog. She went into our shower, but didn't close the door all the way. We were used to being around each other, and casual was OK.
"What time's Peter picking you up," she asked as she lifted her shirt over her head. Or rather, she tried to, but she stopped.
"Damn it! Isabelle, I think it's caught on my necklace. Can you unhook it so I don't break it?"
"Sure," I said, and moved into the bathroom.
So I'm standing there behind Julie. She's already got her shorts off, and she's now wearing only pale blue bikini panties and a sports bra, with her arms over her head and her face covered, and I watched her breasts move as she squirmed, and I was hypnotized.
"Well, are you going to help me or not?"
"Yeah, yeah. Hold still."
I searched around her neck for the necklace, trying to find it under the shirt. I was trying to undo the end, and I was standing right behind her, but my fingers were slow and awkward. I could feel the heat coming off her ass right into my crotch, off her entire body and into mine. I was getting so excited standing close to her I couldn't breathe properly. Finally I managed to find the link.
"Done," I said quietly.
As she pulled the shirt forward over her head, she bent slightly at the waist, and accidentally pushed her ass into my crotch. I gasped at the delightful contact, and Julie turned around and stood right in front of me.
I couldn't say anything. I could only watch her chest moving up and down, her face a little flushed, and the glorious smell of her body, drying out from her sweaty run. I think I actually moaned a little bit.
Julie watched me watching her. She reach up and grabbed the underside of her sports bra, and lifted it off, freeing her breasts. I know I gasped then, because they were the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen in my life.
Julie didn't speak, but she held her gaze on me as my eyes roamed all over her body. When I looked at her panties, she pushed them down, crouching to drop them on the floor. Now she was standing in front of me, completely naked and wonderful, her legs spread just a little and her little patch of public hair drawing my eyes down like a magnet.
Her hand reached out to me, and started unbuttoning my blouse, I couldn't stop looking at her, and when she had opened my top and placed her hand on my breast, my hand dropped to her pussy and began to stroke her. She moaned quietly when I pushed a finger inside her. I couldn't believe she was this wet.
I was crazy with desire. I wanted to take her right there, in the bathroom, on the floor, and I would have too, but Peter knocked at our door and called my name at that moment.
Julie and I moved apart.
