I met Jennifer at work. She is about 40, dark hair, buxom but shapely, very well dressed and confident. She has dark mysterious eyes and she seems very flirtatious. I'm just 19 and recently started, and although she's not in my department she is very senior in the company.
We were talking at the coffee machine one day, and she asked me, "Hey John, how are you settling into the area? Have you met any locals? Got a social life yet?"
I answered, "I'm still finding my feet here."
"Oh, you should come round for dinner one night, I know lots of young people round here. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow at 7pm?" Jennifer said, "I'll email you the address."
Wow, Jennifer certainly didn't mess about... one moment I was chatting to her, the next I was coming round to her place. I thought maybe it would be good for my career, and to be honest, I thought she was very sexy. She always wore clothes that accentuated her breasts and I had trouble when talking to her to keep my eyes from focusing on her gorgeous full breasts and often visible nipples.
The following night I turned up at her door at 7 on the dot. I was dressed smartly but not a tie or suit, just a smart collared shirt and slacks, loafers and no socks. Her house was fantastic - modern, clean lines, very large and all on one floor. Inside it seemed like she'd paid a top designer: the large open plan living room and dining area was spacious, clean and beautiful. There were high tech LCD TVs, sound systems, and a beautiful big oak dining table. Jennifer was wearing a long sleek black dress, and simple makeup - looking devastating. I was a little overawed by it all.
As I came in a girl stood up from the sofa. She was a little younger than me - maybe 18, fairly short - about 5'1", and quite plump. Her blond hair was tied back, and she was wearing a tight cotton dress, simple but sweet, sort of farm-girly, in a flower print. The dress was a one-piece that stopped just above the knee and showed all her curves. It was fairly low cut and fitted around her breasts which were large and round. She was made up more than I imagined was normal, because she didn't seem the type. She had a slightly shy nervous expression on her face despite the dark eyeliner and full red lipstick. Jennifer went over and took her hand and led her over to me. Jennifer introduced Lucy to me. Although Lucy was almost chubby she was very, very pretty, and her blushing shy demeanor was incredibly attractive to me.
I shook Lucy's hand and she smiled as she looked at me.
"Well," said Jennifer, "Since we are all here, let's go eat. I'm starving!"
I was a little surprised it was just the three of us. I expected a few people and this seemed a little like a "setup" with me and Lucy.
We went over to the dinner table, where Jennifer sat at the head, and Lucy and I sat opposite. During dinner, Jennifer poured us out a lot of a delicious white wine, which went well with the light and tasty food that was already laid out. The glasses were the trendy kind: enormous goblets. You could have put two-thirds of a bottle in one, and so even only a third filled we were drinking lots. Jennifer and I chatted, but despite Jennifer's attempts to draw Lucy into the discussion she remained mainly silent, blushing whenever she talked. However, she smiled when I caught her eye, and I also caught her looking at me a couple of times.
She and Jennifer seemed good friends as Jennifer touched her arm and hand frequently and as a matter of course. She seemed to defer to Jennifer's ideas and judgments. I couldn't figure out how these two were friends - they seemed so different in personality. Jennifer teased Lucy a lot and she kept saying things that embarrassed Lucy like.
Jennifer said, "Oh, when we go out, all the men salivate over Lucy. Don't they sweetie? I have to hold them off her!"
Lucy didn't reply she simply went bright red.
"Not that you thank me for it!" continued Jennifer, "I'm sure you wanted that dark-haired man the other night - didn't you baby? I tell you," She carried on, looking me right in the eye, "I'm sure he was twice her age, and it was quite clear what he wanted!"
"Well, he got it didn't he?" mumbled Lucy in a rather sullen way.
I didn't understand what she meant, but I noticed this was the first time she had said anything "back" to Jennifer.
"Don't be jealous baby, or you know what will happen." replied Jennifer, to which Lucy was suddenly very apologetic.
I still didn't understand what they were talking about, but there was definite tension in the air.
I hadn't really stopped thinking about sex all through dinner. It was very arousing - there was definitely sexual tension in the air. And I fancied Jennifer, and I fancied Lucy. I hadn't got a girlfriend. In fact, I was still a virgin. I had only ever petted with girls. Also the constant teasing and talk of sex seemed designed to turn me on. I kept looking at the two women, thinking how lucky I was to be having dinner with them both, both attractive in different ways: Jennifer all sophistication and Lucy sweet and blushing and plump.
After we finished the main course, Lucy asked to be excused. Jennifer pulled her over and whispered something in her ear. Lucy blushed, nodded, and then went off to the bathroom. This made me realize I needed to pee badly, as I had drunk far too much Chardonnay.
As soon as Lucy left the room, Jennifer said: "I think she likes you. You could stay the night with her if you like."
I was stunned. I couldn't believe Jennifer was so bold. And I didn't really understand why Jennifer was saying this. I stammered, "Oh" and blushed.
Jennifer replied: "Oh come now, I noticed the way you have been looking at Lucy. I know you like her. I can see how much you want to fuck her!"
I blushed and stammered.
It suddenly occurred to me - if she knows I've been looking at Lucy that way, she must have noticed how I looked at her. I blushed even more.
Jennifer reached over and took my hand.
"Don't be embarrassed," she said, "It's not unusual for a young man to be turned on, and Lucy is so pretty isn't she? She's not a virgin, you know. I'm sure she'd like you to have her."
This talk was affecting me - I started wondering how much of it was true. My mind was buzzing with it.
Jennifer kept talking: "You know you are very good looking. Lucy loves your type - dark-haired and muscular. She's always very jealous whenever I have a dark-haired man."