Fiona rang and said she and Jan were going to drop by. They would arrive in half an hour. I used the time to tidy up a bit -- do the dishes -- make the bed - straighten up the lounge-room.
I was a bit nervous. I had the hots for Fiona, had kissed her twice -- one of those times in a serious clinch -- my hands squeezing her buttocks, the ends of my fingers reaching down between her legs, rubbing her jeans, while she clutched at me, pulling me tight against her, my hard-on pressed against her stomach separated only by, but insurmountably by, our clothes. I would have liked to have done more, seen her naked, touched her naked, or seen her regularly, but she preferred to keep me at a distance, just within grasp -- so she could me tease me when she wanted. Because it seemed to me that that was what she was doing -- teasing me.
In any case Jan's presence would complicate things. They were buddies. Jan was a brake on anything much happening. Her presence was a way of Fiona maintaining her control over me.
When I opened the door Fiona leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Not a proper tongue kiss but much more than an air kiss. It was a full-lip kiss. The sort she gave me to keep my hopes up. Jan and I exchanged air kisses, as usual.
I followed them into the living area. Fiona was wearing a short summer dress in pale blue with thin shoulder straps. She was tall, blonde and slender. I could imagine her naked body under the thin cotton and just make out the outline of her panties. I had imagined her naked body many times. She wasn't wearing a bra -- didn't really need to with her boyish figure -- her nipples small points against the cotton on her chest. Jan was wearing a short dark skirt and white shirt. She was shorter, had reddish hair and was buxom. I was very aware of her breasts. I had no designs on Jan, despite that she was a sexy young woman, but I suddenly thought I would love to touch her breasts.
When they sat I forced myself to act normal and not to stare at their legs.
I brought out some iced soda while Fiona rolled a joint. It was good dope. I was feeling pretty floaty after it.
"Jan and I had a bet," Fiona said. "And she lost!"
It seemed to me that Jan was blushing.
"Okay," I said. "What was the bet?"
"We mad a bet about whether or not you had ever had anal sex."
It was my turn to blush. Furiously. I didn't know what to say. Was anal sex on the cards now? With one or the other of them? Surely not. What a question. I had no idea how I felt about that. It wasn't something I wanted to have a casual chat with Fiona about and not in the presence of Jan.
In fact I had tried anal sex, but only once, with a former long-term girlfriend -- we were trying everything. She hadn't liked it much -- and neither had I. Why use cream to fuck her in the arse when her wonderfully naturally lubed-up cunt was such a perfect place in which to slide my cock?
"Well, have you?"
"Yes," I said reluctantly. "But only once."
"There," said Fiona, turning to Jan. "I told you he would have done it. Jan has never had it," she added. "She bet me that you hadn't had it either. She lost!"
If Jan had never had it then that implied that Fiona had. I had a vision, suddenly of having anal sex with Fiona. I shook my head to clear away the image.
"What was the bet?" I was almost whispering, wondering if anal sex might be involved. My head was spinning from the effects of the dope.
"Well, we thought that you might spank the loser."
Fiona looked very smug.
"Bare-bottom!" she added.
Jan now wasn't looking anyone in the eye and my eyes were traveling between Fiona's long legs which she had pulled up beside her on the couch so that her thighs were bare up to the base of her skirt which barely covered her panties. Jan was sitting in a single-seater, demurely but for her skirt being so short I could see a triangle of white cotton between her legs.
"Will you do it?"
I looked from one to the other.
