THOSE DAYS OF SURPRISES
Chapter 16
Dinner for Three
Looking back at them, the next few days were, in an odd sort of way, quite funny, though I certainly didn't see it that way at the time. I discovered that Helen was quite serious about what she had said that night, about building up my strength. She cooked massive meals, lots of meat, potatoes and vegetables, made sure I had little in the way of alcohol and was forever stubbing out cigarettes I had lit.
Whenever I commented or complained I got the same answer. 'You want to be in good enough condition to enjoy yourself at the week-end, don't you?' And no matter how much I tried to explain that three or four days wasn't going to make much of a difference to my overall condition, she stuck to her guns, and kept me to her programme. Though I did successfully convince her that suddenly taking up jogging was more likely to exhaust rather than fitten me.
But the thing that hurt the most was the lack of sex. All part of the programme, Helen said, it would make sure I was eager, had more to offer them, and no matter how hard I tried to explain that making love to her was in fact exactly the sort of training I should be doing, she remained adamant. I tried everything I could think of, from persuasion, to cajoling, from angry outbursts, to loving caresses, but as nothing worked I eventually gave in to her and spent the evenings quietly sulking.
So by the time Friday afternoon came round I was literally watching the clock, impatiently waiting for it to move around to mark the end of my working day. But then Helen rang, to ask me to not hurry home, saying that she and Barbara had decided to cook something special for the occasion and they'd like me to actually come home a bit later than my usual time, so they could have everything ready.
So it was understandable that I should be feeling a somewhat heightened sense of excited anticipation by the time I eventually opened the door and mounted the stairs. I had stopped off on the way home, not only for a couple of quick drinks but also to buy two very large bunches of flowers for them and, having heard me come in they both came out of the kitchen to greet me and I saw their faces light up with pleasure as I handed the flowers over to them.
"Beautiful flowers for beautiful ladies." I said and, putting the bag I had tucked under one arm down on the nearby table, added. "And great wine for great lovers." Which brought a happy chuckle from both of them.
It was obvious that they had not only used the extra time to cook but to also get themselves ready for me and looking at them made me feel a bit scruffy. Helen's long brown hair was pulled back and piled up on her head and that, coupled with the way she had applied her make-up gave her a decidedly sophisticated look, which contrasted with Barbara's younger, more innocent appearance, created by the way her fair hair fell in soft waves around her more lightly made-up face.
The contrast between them was heightened by the way they were dressed, Helen in a simple but elegant black dress which complemented her still trim figure. Barbara in a dusky pink pleated skirt that fell to below her knees, and a blouse in a lighter shade of the same colour, beneath which, I could tell from the way it clung to the shape of her breasts as she moved, she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Dinner's almost ready Roger, so you've time to wash your hands, then we'll have a drink. All right?" Helen asked.
"I was planning on having a shower and changing first. I feel scruffy beside you two. You both look absolutely gorgeous."
"Thank you." They replied in unison. "We thought you could freshen-up after dinner, would you mind?" Helen asked.
Obviously they had thought up some sort of programme and as I had no reason to interfere with that I left them to sort out the flowers and headed for a quick visit to the bath-room. Once inside I literally pinched myself, was all this really happening to me? There were two women outside, each in her own way as gorgeous as the other, each as exciting and as available, each wanting me enough to take all the trouble they undoubtedly had to make this an evening to remember.
I returned to the lounge-room to find them both sitting there waiting for me, drinks already poured. At first the atmosphere was a little strange, our conversation contrived and stilted but, as I relaxed and tried to ignore the thoughts going through my head, it became more natural. Not that it was easy to ignore what was going on in my mind, nor the effect those thoughts were having on my body. The sight of the two of them, no more than a few steps away from me, each looking quite lovely, extremely desirable, and the knowledge that we were all there together for essentially one thing, sex, naturally made it difficult to keep up a flow of small talk.
But by the time we all went out to the kitchen to serve up the meal they had cooked we were joking and laughing more freely and as the meal progressed and the wine flowed our talk began to be laced with sexual innuendoes. Barbara was in top form, bright and bubbly, had all the latest jokes and soon had us laughing at those and the escapades of her friends at college. Helen and I had less to contribute though I was able to help things along from time to time by adding a few stories of my own.
However, beneath the surface I was finding it harder and harder to control what was going on inside me. Watching them, imagining their inviting lips doing wonderful things to me, seeing the meaningful glances each gave me every now and then, and most of all, the way Barbara's breasts thrust proudly forwards as she moved and turned. All that and the thoughts they triggered gradually increased the growing hunger inside me, a hunger that certainly couldn't be satisfied by what we were eating.
So, by the time we had finished desert I was more than ready for the real purpose of the evening to get under way, but again I was frustrated by their programme, which I discovered included time for coffee and brandy in the other room.
"I thought it was only swimming that we weren't allowed to do on a full stomach." I protested when they told me, which produced another round of laughter from them but made no difference to their insistence.
"Just relax lover." Helen said. "A coffee, a cigarette and a brandy, then you can go and shower while we tidy up in the kitchen. Then we'll need a few minutes in the bath-room, then the fun starts. O.K.?"