Peaches was already a near- daily fixture at my house. After the three of us had our day-long date, Samantha became a weekend fixture. Her boyfriend Danny either didn't care or didn't bother to notice during his beer-swilling, football, and video game marathons. This went on for the rest of the summer.
My favorite times together were the mornings. Yeah, so I'm a morning guy. Shoot me. It's quiet and there's coffee. Plus the girls look all sleep-tousled and adorable. We'd sit on the back porch and read. Books, newspapers, magazines. For a couple of hours, the only sounds were pages flipping and java slurping.
My sex life got a bit more complicated. After our two initial and fantastic romps, Sam rejected my advances. She did it sweetly; with a smile, a kiss, or a brush of her hand. I took the hints and didn't press her. She had a lot to work out inside. We were still comfortable around each other though. We kissed, patted, pinched and teased one another. The three of us even slept together in my big bed. There was just no naked sweaty stuff between me and Sam.
Sam did, however, like to watch Heather and I make love. She'd often masturbate, naked in a nearby chair while gazing at us intently. I'd look at her now and again. Her beautiful body sitting just out of reach turned me on immensely. Peaches liked it too. Sam particularly liked to (stay with me here)
slurp my semen
out of Peaches' orifices afterwards. There were times I'd barely finished coming before Sam was nudging me out of the way. It drove both of them crazy. Peaches would come again as Sam worked on her, licking greedily.
Dear Peaches was drowning in sex and thought she'd gone to heaven. Sam may have backed away a bit from me but things between her and Peaches continued undiminished. They liked to take long showers together. Sometimes I'd catch them in corners of the house gleefully writhing in a mini-pile. Sometimes they'd start up right in front of me. Then it would be my turn to watch. It happened this morning.
The three of us were relaxing comfortably on the back porch. Heather was wearing a creamy white satin robe. It looked great against her tan skin. She and I were sitting in neighboring chairs and sharing an ottoman. We'd been playing footsy lazily during the slow morning. Sam wore a black satin robe whose dark shine matched her near-black hair. Their contrasting robes were also a testament to their dispositions. Sam was stretched out comfortably on a love seat.
Heather got up to get herself more coffee. As she passed by, Sam lifted her cup up from behind a newspaper in a wordless request for another round. Heather gently batted the paper down. "It'll cost you a kiss this time, lazy buns," she said as she leaned into Sam for a smooch.
"Ick. No way coffee breath!" Sam dodged.
"Coffee breath offends you? You've sucked come out of my ass!" Heather pounced on Sam. The newspaper was quickly forgotten. The girls giggled and kissed and I watched Heather's juicy little teenage butt hump into Sam's body through her thin satin robe. They sat up long enough to open each other's robes and rotate into a sixty-nine.
"First one to come gets up for the coffee..." Sam muffled out from between Heather's thighs.
A few minutes of licking and nibbling later and Sam came, shuddering beneath Heather. Heather followed quickly after. Sam closed her robe, grabbed both coffee mugs and disappeared into the kitchen. Heather sat up but left her robe open. I was treated to a view of her enormous, round young D-cup breasts. They were framed in white satin. Her golden blonde hair was even more tousled than when they'd started. Heather let me stare awhile, her blue eyes shining happily as she soaked in my admiration. Finally, she stood and padded over to sit in my lap.
"Wanna catch a movie tonight?"
I groaned. There was a new Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie movie that had just opened. I'd seen this coming. Peaches had a thing for
both
of them. Sam wanted to see it too - there would be enough sex and violence to appeal to her. I was the odd man out. I resolved myself to my fate. "Fine, I'll go. But there is going to be a condition..." I said slyly, an image forming in my head.
"What kind of condition?" Sam asked, returning from the kitchen with two coffee mugs.
That night, I pulled up to the movie theater's entrance and dropped the girls off to wait in line while I parked the car. Every male head, aged 10 to dead, in front of the theater turned to watch Sam and Heather step out of the car and up onto the curb. Their outfits guaranteed it.
Don't get me wrong, the girls were neck-turners in their own right. My condition had just poured gasoline on the fire. They were wearing little plaid skirts and white button down blouses - catholic schoolgirl uniforms. You can't argue with the classics.
I trotted back from parking the car. The girls were doing fine. There weren't any catcalls or whistles, just plenty of long, hungry glances from married men. It was a nice neighborhood. We paid for tickets, grabbed snacks, and made our way to the theater. It was stadium-style seating and we moved to the top level and sat in the back corner. I was between Heather and Sam living a silly adolescent fantasy - at the movies sandwiched between two hot catholic schoolgirls.
The lights came down.
An hour into the film and I gave up hope that it was going to get anywhere interesting. I turned to look at each of the girls. They were both engrossed in the movie. I slipped out my chair, kneeled down and slipped between Peaches' legs.
"Whatcha doin'?" Peaches asked, eyes never leaving the screen.
