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As I put my phone down after saying good night to Ferry, another vision of her sleeping in underwear on my couch flashed through my mind. Her body was more than attractive and had me thinking about maybe being in a situation where I could remove her clothes while she took off mine. I was idly stroking my dick as I was still standing nude in my living room. I was enjoying letting my imagination going a little wild when the land line rang.

"Hi, Kyle," purred the sexy voice of Artemis.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Was that Ferry on the phone?"

"How could you tell?"

"You were smiling all while you were talking."

"She's nice."

"And cute," added Artemis. "So, anything up?"

"Yeah, she bounced her cheating boyfriend. It's the right decision, but I think she's still broken up about it."

"Those things hurt, no matter who was at fault."

"Voice of experience?" I asked.

"Might say I've had a few occasions like that."

"Is that all I get?"

"For now, yes. We have more important things to discuss."

"Such as," I prompted.

"Such as letting me watch you get off again."

"Care to join me?"

"Oh, I will, babe. No doubt about it."

"Can I ask you something?"

She hesitated and then told me to go ahead.

"Do you use a telescope or binoculars, or something?"

That sexy laugh sent a ripple through my body.

"I have a very expensive pair of binoculars. I have a stand for them so I can look and have two hands free. It really brings things close. It's like I can reach out and touch you."

"Would you like that?"

She was quiet for a long time.

"Kyle, I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize what we have. I think that watching and fantasizing is what works right now."

"Ok, I'm good with this."

We hung up and I start playing with myself. In short time I was hard. What surprised me was the mental images of Ferry lying on my couch in her underwear that did the trick. I pumped hard and soon was shooting all over the mats.

I answered the phone.

"Beautiful, Kyle. I came, too. Thanks."

"Thank you, Artemis. Will I ever get to meet you?"

I heard a long sigh. "Kyle, as I said, let's keep it like this. We both have fun and there are no turns in the road we have to manage. Can we do this?"

"Sure, Artemis. We can do this."

***

As time went on, Ferry and I seemed to deepen our friendship. She never brought her personal life into work. The one time I asked about her ex, she just answered, "Ancient history."

Occasionally, we'd stop for a drink after work. We enjoyed talking with each other about non-legal stuff. We both shared an interest in old TV shows and would test each other on stupid trivia questions about Friends, Seinfeld and especially Curb Your Enthusiasm.

Nights were reserved for Artemis. I still exercised naked and she still watched. She didn't ask me to masturbate every evening, but I never refused her when she did. We talked a lot about travel and film. She knew a great deal about foreign films. A couple times we each logged into Netflix and watched the same movie together. It was almost like a date. Except on most dates I'm not naked and I usually have met the person I'm dating. Without ever having seen her, I felt like Artemis was becoming one of my best friends.

***

It was Thanksgiving week. To our shock, Martin said we could have all Thanksgiving off and to our greater amazement he told us to take the day after as a holiday. We did have to come in on Saturday, but having two days in a row off was more than we ever expected.

After I changed my exercise routine and didn't keep them awake at night, the TV Girls and I started to become friendly. We would often see each other on weekends in the elevator or laundry room. They were always cheerful and we enjoyed each other's company. I had them up a couple times for drinks and a pizza. They reciprocated and had me down for drinks a few times.

They invited me to their apartment for Thanksgiving dinner. Brittany said Tiffany would do the cooking since, as she put it, "I totally suck in the kitchen."

They told me I could invite a friend. I asked Ferry.

"Really, the TV Girls can cook?"

"I don't know, but Brittany says Tiffany can."

I had Tivo'd the morning news a few times to watch them. I had to admit they were good in that vacuous way of morning television.

"So, this is just like the two of us going to their apartment for dinner?" Ferry asked.

"Uh, yeah. I think that's what it means when someone asks you to join them for Thanksgiving."

"No, I mean it's not a, well, a date."

I looked at her.

"You think I'm asking you out?"

"No, not really. I just wanted to be clear if you were or weren't."

"I don't think I am. But, say I did. What would you say?"

"You mean hypothetically if you were to ask me out, say to a Thanksgiving dinner, and, again, hypothetically you were asking me to go as your date, what would I say?"

"Exactly," I said laughing at her convoluted question. "Hypothetically, speaking."

Ferry smiled at me, "Well, hypothetically, I think I'd say yes."

"Really, Ferry. You'd go on a date with me?"

"Of course I would. Kyle, you're the smartest guy I know. You're way brighter than most of the partners here. But, Jesus, you are slow to pick up on some things."

"You mean you wanted me to ask you out?"

"Yes, Kyle. I wanted you to ask me out. I mean I keep asking you if you are doing anything on Sundays. Do you have any plans? Is anything going on?"

"I thought we were just talking."

"We were talking. But, I was trying to send you a message, too."

"Ferry, I wanted to ask you out for a long time. But, I felt you were still getting over the asshole. Every time I mentioned going to a bar with some other people, you said you wanted to just hang out at your apartment. I assumed you didn't want to get involved with anyone."

Ferry looked around our cubicle to see if anyone was passing by. Seeing we were alone, she leaned in and kissed me.

"Kyle, I did want to hang around my apartment. I sorta hoped you would want to hang with me. And, I don't want to get involved with anyone," she said. "I want to get involved with you."

I smiled all the way home thinking about that kiss. Ferry was really cute and she wanted to go out with me. She's a few inches shorter than I am, making her about 5'7". As I found out the night she passed out, she has a fit and trim body with nice legs. Her brunette hair falls to her shoulders and is usually pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her blue eyes would light up with excitement when we were working and she was deep into it. I began to wonder what she would be like in bed. I then told myself to slow down. We were just going to go to a dinner together.

I came into my apartment and turned on the lights in the living room. The phone immediately rang.

"Hi," I said knowing it must be Artemis.

"Hi, yourself. What's up?"

I told her about work and then that we were going to the TV girls for Thanksgiving.

"That's nice. I'm happy you won't be alone. But, who is 'we'?"

"Ferry."

"Ah, the cute one with the sexy underwear."

I laughed and nodded.

"So..."

"So, what?" I pushed back.

"So, are you two becoming an item?"

"An item?" I said and laughed. Maybe Artemis was older than she sounded.

"You know what I mean. Are you two starting to date or get involved?"

I eased my winter jacket off and went to the fridge for a beer.

"Funny, we talked about the dating thing," I said. "I think we agreed we might try it."

"That's nice, Kyle. From what you've told me, she sounds like a great person. I'm happy for you."

"Honestly?"

"Absolutely," she said. "As long as we can continue in our special way."

"I'd like that."

"Wonderful, because I've got a little surprise tonight."

"What's that?"

I could hear Artemis let out a long breath.

"We want you to strip in front of us."

"Us? There's someone with you?"

"That's the second part of the surprise. My daughter is here."

My heart stopped.

"Artemis, I'm not sure about this. I mean it's one thing that two adults agree on the exhibitionist and voyeur thing. I don't think we are breaking any laws. But, I cannot involve a child. That's wrong and totally illegal. There are laws against any sex involving minors."

Artemis' hearty laugh filled the phone.

"Kyle, you are so sweet. Yes my daughter is my child, but she is not a minor. She's over 21 and going to be a junior in college. How old do you think I am?"

I never resolved how old I thought she was. Her voice was not that of a twenty-year old. But, to have a daughter who was probably 20 or 21 could make her close to late forties or fifty. I don't want to guess the wrong age.

"Uh, I don't know."

"Well, let's leave it at I'm old enough to have a daughter in college, but still far from collecting social security. Does that freak you out?"

"No. I'm good with all that."

"Ok," Artemis said, "will you strip for us?"

"Can I talk with her?"

I could tell Artemis had covered the mouthpiece with her hand as muffled voices sounded in the background.

"Hi, Kyle."

The voice was a younger version of Artemis. The same deep and sexy quality made my blood pump a little faster.

"Hi. What's your name?"

"You can call me Dido."

Laughing I said, "So your mother is from the Greeks and you're from the Romans."

She giggled and said, "We both like the classics. I'm glad to see you do too."

"So, you're ok with all this"

"Mom has been telling me about what you two do. I think it's sexy. I want to see what she gets to see."

"You don't think it's kinky?"

"God, yes. It's way fucking kinky. That's the attraction. I know my mom is a sexy and sensual woman. I hope I can be like her all my life. She gets a real rush from watching you. So, I'm all for joining in."

"You know she does more than just watch."

A pause and then, "Yes. She told me. It's sexy."

"Ok, can you give me back to your mom?"

"Sure, but I hope you go through with this."

"So?" Artemis asked.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Kyle. We are both very sure."

I put my handset on speaker and set it on the side table nearest me.

Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. I was wearing a long-sleeved tee shirt and pulled it over my head.

"Nice pecs," said Dido through the speaker.

I kicked my shoes off and bent to tug my socks from my feet.

I looked into the dark night and undid my belt. Unsnapping my pants, I slowly slid my zipper down. Easing them past my hips, my pants hit the floor and I stepped clear.

"Are they silk?" asked Dido.

I ran my hands over my front feeling the smooth fabric.

"Yeah, it's an indulgence."

"Nice," said the voice from the phone.

I grabbed my waistband and began to lower my boxers. I quickly spun around and pushed them off, exposing my butt to the mother and daughter watching me.

"Wow," came the voice. "Flex for us."

I flexed my cheeks, pulling them in as tight as possible.

Slowly I turned and faced the unseen duo voyeuring me.

My dick had begun to swell with the excitement of the moment. I was beyond just hanging loose and my dick began to lengthen and thicken.

"Ooh"

I was not sure if that was Artemis or Dido.

A breathy voice came out, "Touch it."

Definitely Dido, I thought.

I slid my hand on my base and ran it up to my tip. As I stroked, it became more extended and much thicker.

After a little more pleasurable effort, I was at full mast.

"Let us see it," commanded Artemis.

I took my hand away as my erection bobbed. I turned sideways and let the women admire how it stood out from my body.

"That's beautiful, Kyle," said Dido.

"Cum for us," said Artemis.

I faced them and began stroking with a purpose in mind. I imagined two beautiful women watching me and quickly worked myself to a plateau. I slowed to tease more pleasure from my actions and to tantalize the women. For a second, an image of two heavy, slovenly women with hairy legs crept into my mind. What if my fantasy women were some ugly hags? Then, I figured that with their sexy voices, they must be hot. Anyway, my hand was feeling too good on my dick to worry about what they looked like. They liked watching me and that was enough.

I began playing with my balls that still hung low and hadn't tightened to that pre-cum state.

"Those are awesome," called Dido. "They look so big. Are they sensitive?"

I nodded and held them up for them to see.

"What do you like done with them?" asked Artemis.

"I love having them licked and sucked. Having a ball in a woman's mouth and feel her tongue push against is exquisite."

"Oh, I could do that," exclaimed Dido. "I'd love to suck that nut. I'd suck it good, Kyle."

I played with them a bit longer and then let them drop. I took my erection and spread some pre-cum along my shaft.

"Do you like sucking cock, too?" I asked as I pumped.

"A cock like that," answered Dido, "would be fabulous. I'd try to get all of it in my mouth, maybe even down my throat. Would you like that, Kyle? Would you like to deep throat me?"

The level of sexual talk was much higher with Dido and was turning me on. I groaned with the thought of a young mouth on my cock. "Yes," I whispered and pumped harder.

I stroked and the women watched in silence. After a few minutes I told them I was close.

"Do it," cried Dido.

I pumped hard a few more times and let it loose. My knees buckled with the intensity of my orgasm. My cum shot out as I kept contracting with hot pleasure. My hand was covered in warm liquid.

"Taste it," said one of the women.

I never had sampled my own cum, but I was still so turned on, I moved my fingers to my mouth.

I stuck two fingers in my mouth and tasted my sperm for the first time. I cleaned my fingers and showed them to the window.

I heard a long moan. Next Dido's voice softly said, "I just came really hard, Kyle. Thank you."

My erection had subsided, but I stood still facing the window.

"That was the best ever," said Artemis. "I came, too. Thank you, Kyle. Thank you so much. We're going to say goodnight. Have a great Thanksgiving tomorrow. Enjoy your date with Ferry."

"Furry?' I heard in the background.

"I'll explain later, sweetheart," Artemis said.

The connection went dead and I slowly turned out the lights and took a shower before falling into a deep sleep, accompanied by erotic imaginings of what the mother and daughter looked like. My dick was hard thinking about the mother and daughter masturbating together as they both watched me jerking off. I fell asleep with my hard dick in my hand.

***

Ferry insisted on making her own way to Thanksgiving dinner. Arriving at my door a little past noon, she gave me a kiss and dropped her large purse on the counter. We shared a mimosa and had the opportunity to talk before going downstairs.

"You know, I noticed these mats the night you took me in," she said. "Why are they here?"

I explained about my exercise routine and the disturbance it had caused to the TV girls.

"Since I moved my workouts to this room and installed these mats, there have been no complaints."

I left out the part about exercising in the nude and, for some strange reason, neglected to mention I performed for an anonymous stranger across the courtyard. I also omitted the part of my stranger's daughter witnessing my exhibitionism. And, I totally forgot to mention I masturbated for them. Well, it was our first date and I didn't want Ferry running out of the apartment fearing she had tangled with a pervert.

"So, this is our first date?" she said.

"I like the sound of 'first'. It implies there may be more."

She raised her glass in response.

"So far, so good."

We talked a little about work and then caught ourselves.

"I don't want to spend the little time we have away from the firm talking about that place," Ferry said. "Tell me about the TV Girls. I suppose I ought not to call them that."

"Not to their faces," I deadpanned.

I described our first meeting and then how I watched recorded newscasts.

"They look great on TV and are entertaining."

"I suppose that's what the station is looking for—entertainment," Ferry commented.

"Yeah, if you really want news, you should listen to NPR or something. Local TV covers the fires, flood and floggings."

"We have floggings?" she asked.

"Well, it was alliterative hyperbole," I responded.

"Shit, you are sounding more like a lawyer every day," Ferry said with a laugh.

"God, promise to shoot me if I become an asshole."

"You mean more of an asshole?"

"Ouch," I said. "Am I that bad?"

"No, it's just that alpha lawyer dog thing rears its head every so often."

"Like..."

Looking into the orange remains of her mimosa, Ferry swirled the contents around. "I didn't mean to get into this today. It's Thanksgiving and we're going to dinner soon."

"And, it's our first date," I reminded her.

"And, it's our first date," she rejoined.

"But, seriously, you think I've been obnoxious."

"No, I wouldn't say obnoxious. Certainly not to me. Kyle, I couldn't ask for a better work buddy. But, you seem to get so competitive with the younger associates, especially when we're around Billy the Kid or Martin. It kinda scares me. I can almost see your fangs."

I laughed, but not with a lot of humor. "Ferry, I saw real fast how cutthroat it is at the firm. I want to be a good lawyer and I want to get an offer to stay with them. It's the best opportunity I will have. They start new associates at close to six figures. So, yeah, I push hard. I want them to know I can work hard and be tough. The law is basically a competition. One side is always going to come out on top. I want to be on the winning side."

"I'm competitive, too, Kyle. But, I guess I don't see that I have to climb over bodies to make it up the ladder."

"Ferry, I'm not trying to lay waste to the other lawyers. I am trying to be seen and to get ahead. If that means I have to step on a few toes, then step I will."

"What if I were in your way?"

I didn't respond. I asked myself what would I do if I thought Ferry was a threat? I pushed the thought aside as the all-male half of my brain brought up an image of her in her revealing undies and the libido half of my brain told me I had a chance to not only see more, but also experience the delights of the beautiful woman in front of me.

"Ferry, I'm not trying to screw you over," I finally said.

"Thank god," she replied.

"What you thought I was trying to screw you over?"

"No stupid, thank god you didn't say you weren't trying to screw me."

We held each other's gaze. Slowly our mouths moved toward each other and we kissed passionately for the second time since we've met. This kiss tasted of orange juice, strawberry gloss and woman. I kissed her lips and offered my tongue. She willingly accepted.

I took her glass and placed it and mine on the coffee table. Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her deeply. I moved my lips around her face kissing her eyelids, cheeks and ears. I nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled the soft fragrance emanating from her skin and the subtle scent she wore. She made a sound that only encouraged me.

My hand slipped onto her right breast. Ferry was wearing a collared shirt underneath a cashmere sweater. I could not detect a bra and felt her nipple harden at my touch. I gently squeezed the small, soft mound and a breathy sound escaped her lips and flowed into my mouth.

I fondled her and we kissed passionately.

My hand moved from her breast and moved in the direction of her knee. Her crepe skirt was bunched up. Ferry reached out and took hold of my wrist.

"I think we should be heading down to dinner."

"I think I have everything I need right here," I said as my hand rested on her thigh with the soft material underneath.