The next morning Max had already left the house when I woke. A note on the kitchen table said simply “Call Cindy for instructions- see you tonight. Wear these.” The note was taped to the top of a cardboard box which I opened to find a beautiful set of white lace underwear: a half cup bra and matching g-string, along with a garter belt and a pair of white silk stockings. I had never worn stuff like this for Max- he always said he hated stockings, and most of the underwear he liked me to wear for him was black or red.
I called Cindy. I could tell by her voice I had woken her.
‘What time is it? Lisette, its not even midday yet, for fucks sake..’
‘I’m sorry, its just Max told me to call you..’
‘He did? Oh, yeah, right. Listen, hang on and let me wake up, I’ll come round to your place.’
I sat and looked at the underwear my man had bought me. Perhaps he wanted me to fuck Cindy wearing it? Perhaps he, Ricky, Cindy and I were going to have a party together? A few days ago these thoughts would have seemed outlandish but now they came easily to me-and I contemplated them eagerly. I left the box open on the table, and tried to distract myself by watching TV and drinking my morning coffee, but every car that passed made me jump up to the window to see if Cindy had arrived. I lit a cigarette and sipped my coffee after the tenth false alarm and thought about what was happening to me. What had taken place with Cindy was without doubt the most amazing sexual experience of my life; I longed to repeat it, but more, I longed to be watched doing those things with her, having her do those things to me.
The coffee and cigarette had had its effect and I needed to go to the bathroom. I was just relaxing over the toilet when I heard the doorbell. She’ll have to wait I thought and tried to concentrate. After an age I was finally done, I wiped hurriedly and flushed before racing out the apartment to answer the door.
‘’Hi honey”, Cindy said breezing past me, carrying several bags of shopping and an overnight case. “Not disturbing you am I?” she said with a smile, referring to her long wait on the doorstep.
“I’m sorry, I was in the bathroom.”
“No prob. Mmm, fetch me a coffee honey. Now what have we here?” She held up the box of lingerie, reading the note as she did so. “Nice. I bet you look so cute in these.”
Just then the doorbell rang again. Who the fuck was this? I left Cindy helping herself to coffee and ran downstairs again to the door.
The landlord’s assistant stood there, a boy of perhaps 18, complete with acne and a surly look, and carrying a big bag of tools. Damn, I had forgotten that Max had asked the landlord to fix the extractor fan in the kitchen.
I showed him to the kitchen. Cindy by this stage was slouched on the couch in the living room reading a magazine that looked like…oh my god, it was. Cindy was reading a magazine called ‘Sluts’ and on the front cover a blonde girl was taking a cock in her pussy, another in her ass and a final enormous cock in her mouth, whilst managing to look into the camera and wink. The boy leered at her (Cindy ignored him totally) and at me. I blushed and ushered him through to the kitchen.
He started to take the cover off the faulty fan and after offering him a coffee (refused) or a beer (‘yes , please ma’am’) I left him to it and went back to the sitting room.
‘Cindy, I can’t believe you’re reading that.’
‘I bought it for you honey. Its part of your instructions for tonight.’
I looked nervously towards the kitchen, wondering if the spotty kid could hear this.
‘Here, have a look and see if you recognise anyone.’ She placed the magazine open at a double spread. It was a collage of photos all taken in the same room. There seemed to be about a dozen people-mostly men- and three or four girls. Given Cindy’s looks and manner, I suppose I was not that surprised to find that one of the girls was indeed the very same Cindy sitting on the couch. And there she was on all fours sucking a big fat cock, one hand on the heavy balls dangling below the cock.
‘Cindy! My god.’
‘Pretty wild, huh? Check this out.’ Before i could see the rest of the page she turned over to another spread, again a collage. In this one I didn’t see Cindy but I did see Ricky. He was looking over the shoulder of an oriental girl with long dark hair who was sitting in his lap with her back to him, facing the camera. Her legs were spread wide and Ricky’s cock was halfway buried into her pussy. The first thing i thought was, ‘poor Cindy’, and then I thought: ”What a magnificent cock. Ricky was even bigger than Max. ‘ Jesus It must be ten inches long”.
‘Ten and a half’, said Cindy. I blushed, having not realised i had spoken my thoughts aloud.
I looked more closely at the spread. The title on top of the first pages I’d seen read : “Spring break party at the Ultimate Club.”
‘What is the Ultimate Club?’
‘Where we’re going tonight,’ Cindy replied. ‘Think you can handle it?’
She said it tenderly, not as a challenge, and for a moment i hesitated, then said what I knew was the truth.
‘No, I don’t think I can. I mean, what does Ricky think about it?’
‘Well, you can see for yourself can’t you. He doesn’t look like he’s having too bad a time here, does he?’ She pointed to another picture i hadn’t noticed- this time Ricky was standing along with two other well built guys as the three of them sprayed Cindy’s face with their come.
‘Neither do you,’ I said, not sure whether to laugh or cry. In the photo Cindy had her mouth open and tongue extended to catch the flying sperm. Her hands were cupping her own breasts and lifting them up towards the camera.
‘I don’t know, Cindy. I’m not ready for this kind of thing. I’m Max’s girlfriend, I can’t just, well, you know.’
‘OK, honey. No problem. But so you know, its not always like that- most of this stuff’ she waved the magazine,’ was just because the cameras were there. Just think about it. You can tell Max what you decide when he and Ricky get here. Plenty of time to think about it, we won’t be going until 7 o’clock, anyway.’
Later I realised that when Cindy said ‘you can tell Max’ I realised I really did not have the courage to do that. I knew that if he looked at me in that way he did, and told me I had to go, I would. Oh shit.
Cindy walked into the kitchen to get another coffee. She came back and said in a loud voice ‘He’s nearly finished, gorgeous-lets get down to it.’ She laughed as I blushed bright red.
‘Come on Lisette- try these on for me, I’m dying to see if Max got the size right.’
I went through to the bedroom, and Cindy followed. She sat on the edge of the bed unashamedly watching me as I undressed. I kept my panties on-a tiny black g-string, as I tried on the bra. It was beautiful, but left half of each nipple exposed above the lace edge.
‘That is fantastic. Now the g string-lets see how they look together.’
Feeling shy-the presence of the adolescent in the kitchen did not help- I turned my back to Cindy and slipped the black panties off. I reached behind me to the box to get the new white g-string but it was not there.
‘Looking for this?’
I turned round, my hand pressed over my bush.
‘Cindy! Give it.’
