This is the fifteenth and final chapter of my saga involving Julie's panties. While this is a work of fiction, it is based upon my real-life fetish and experiences in my younger years. I have to say that the entire story line does begin to stray away from my reality and towards a product of my fertile imagination. This chapter assumes that the reader has read the previous installments, thus having a contextual reference. If you are into panties, they are also pretty hot, so Enjoy!
The appointed night had arrived. Julie and I had spent the afternoon spiffing up things around the house, I lit the fireplace in our bedroom, wanting to make tonight special.
I had jitters in my stomach. In all honesty, prior to Julie, I had never done anything with a girl other than kissing and groping in the back seat of a car. Julie had also been a virgin, but I suspect that there had been boys trying to get into her panties as well. Julie now had one advantage over me, as she had confessed, she and Amy had had several sexual encounters behind my back while I had been 100% faithful to Julie.
Julie went upstairs to shower and dress. When she came back downstairs, she was wearing a black wrap-around silk dress, the fabric shimmered in the light as it flowed over her graceful curves. The neckline plunged down towards her breasts, the back plunged as well, just concealing her bra. The hem line fell about mid-calf, showing a little leg, the side slit showing even more as she walked, but the dress was the show, draping over her curves, the silky fabric shinning in the soft light. Julie seldom wore panty hose, instead she usually wore regular stockings with a garter belt and panties. I knew that, in part, this was because I loved that look but I also knew that she found panty hose too confining.
Anyway, she paused as she came down the stairs for dramatic effect and I let out a low whistle and gave her the thumbs up. The black silk dress had cost a fortune but, wow, on Julie, it was worth every penny.
Julie had moved into the living room, busying herself with last minute details, when I heard Amy softly knock on the door. I opened the door to welcome her in. It was cold outside so Amy had on a long, wool, winter coat, she even had its hood up, covering her blond hair. Julie joined us in the foyer, helped Amy out of her coat, handed it to me to hang up in the closet. I hadn't seen Amy in two years and tonight she was just stunning.
I followed them into the living room, gazing at the two women as they chatted about the drive out from Boston and the weather, you know, that awkward chatter of two friends in an unfamiliar situation. Not certain about what I should be doing, I stood back, taking at good look at Amy, and she was just, Wow! The first thing that blew my mind was her golden yellow satin blouse, followed by her tight black leather, skirt, black lace stockings and black "Come fuck me" high heels. Her long slightly curly hair hung halfway down her back, some of it spilling forward, falling onto the swell of her firm breasts. With minimal makeup, Amy's clear blue eyes glistened in the soft light, she wore just a hint of blush on her cheekbones, but what really knocked me out was her bright red lipstick. Her blouse rippled and shimmered across her firm breasts while her skirt hugged the curves of her spectacular ass. Amy knew that she was going to be the star of tonight's show, and she had dressed to impress, what a fucking sexpot!
We moved into the adjoining dining room where Julie had laid out an assortment of Hors d'oeuvres, two bottles of wine, glasses, plates etc. This wasn't going to be a sit-down meal, rather it would be finger food and wine to calm the jitters. I had never done anything like this, and I felt like a kid on his first date.
Julie pulled the cork on the first bottle, poured three glasses, handed one to Amy, then me, picked up the third for herself, and offered a toast. "To old friends and new experiences", we all clinked glasses, and took a sip. There was an awkward moment as we all realized that this was it. We were going to break the rules and have a threesome.
While Julie and Amy had been friends since high school, I really didn't know Amy very well. She was a year older than Julie and had left for Boston to attend college two years before I had begun dating Amy. There was that other thing in the air, Julie and Amy had shared a sexual relationship. I wasn't even sure if it should be called a lesbian relationship, a bi-sexual relationship or just a sexual relationship. I didn't feel threatened by whatever it was called, in fact, like many men, I had fantasized about a threesome with two girls, and now that it appeared to be imminent, I was a bit afraid, but also incredibly turned on. After getting a good look at Amy, man, I had to have her, and have her in as many ways as Julie would permit. Julie had been adamant of a few conditions, 1) She and Amy would begin together, I was allowed to quietly watch from a chair in the bedroom. 2) When Julie felt that the time was right, she would signal me that I was to join them. 3) Amy and I could do anything that we felt like doing except actual intercourse. Julie felt that because she had never had intercourse with anyone but me, I should not be able to have intercourse with anyone but her. Oral sex was a different matter, that was permitted between all of us. Julie felt that if I had oral sex with Amy that would even out the fact that she had had oral sex with Amy herself. I added one thing, I was not interested in having any other men involved. That may seem selfish but that was my line in the sand. The last condition was a big one; This would be a onetime thing only. Julie and I were getting married in a little over a year and flings of any sort were to be a thing of the past. We all agreed to this plan.
The wine gave us a glow and the conversation began a normal flow. We talked about friends, family, marriage, and careers. Julie was finishing up her last semester while Amy had finished up college two years ago and was working in marketing for a firm in Boston. However, she had applied for a better position out in LA. In fact, she would fly out for an interview late the next day.