Chapter 6
A Three Cherry Afternoon
The following day at school, I took great pains to avoid the girls. They searched me out following the first period.
"Aubrey!" Mora called out before I could disappear around a corner. I stopped and waited.
She ran up to me breathing heavily. "Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you. Joy's over at the Gym, and Chelsea's hovering around the Principal's office."
"The Principal's office? Why?"
"We couldn't find you in any of the classrooms so we split up to better cover campus," she huffed, apparently pleased at having gotten it all out in one sentence."
"Are ... are we still on for this afternoon?"
"Sure, I'd have let you know otherwise. I don't make a date and cancel for no reason, Mora."
"Me and Joy invited Chelsea to come with us. I hope that's okay with you?"
"The more the merrier," I grinned. "Um, you told her what went on?"
She nodded vigorously.
"And ... she's okay with it?"
"She said to tell you that she won't be wearing any underwear!" Mora then broke into an uncontrollable giggle. I looked on with growing embarrassment along with a growing erection. I was reminded that I had not gotten any the day before. That would not be the case this afternoon, I vowed.
Then both Chelsea and Joy came running up to us.
"Girls," I said quietly, but firmly. "Do you want the whole school to know what's going on?"
"No!" they blurted in tandem.
"Well, knock this stuff off. I'll see you at my house around three. My mom's out until six."
Seemingly chastised, all three trudged off in the opposite direction. But as they put distance between us, I noticed a spring come into their steps, and soon they were running giddily down the corridor until halted by Mr. Stevens, the assistant principal. ________________________________________
I arrived home a scant ten minutes before the girls, who arrived together. I had sold my mother on going to a movie with her girlfriend Greta. It was a double feature starring Paul Newman, whom both women adored. They would happily sit through both films.
The girls stood nervously in the foyer, until I had them sit separately in the three easy chairs I had placed at various points in the room. Actually, I only moved the one chair, it being next to its twin, and I wanted space between the young ladies.
"Here are today's ground rules, ladies," I said and saw them hanging on my every word. "Chelsea, you weren't here yesterday. So I'll start off with you, and hopefully bring you up to date before resuming the lesson with Mora and Joy."
"Oh, goody!" Chelsea giggled.
"We'll start with a kiss, and see how it goes from there. I'm told you know what happened yesterday. Is that right?"
"Yes!" she chirped giddily. I wondered how she'd sound when I tapped my dick against her lips just before I had her suck me off.
Of the three, Chelsea had the best body, edging out Mora by a hair. Joy's breasts had yet to develop, although her nipples, when aroused, stood out a tad more than Mora's. On the other hand, Mora's smallish, pear-shaped breasts almost filled my mouth.
Moving to Chelsea's chair, I helped her up and sat down, pulling her onto my lap.
"Ready for that first kiss?" I asked.
"It's gonna curl your pussy hairs, Chelsea," Mora yelped, and she and Joy erupted into gales of laughter.
"Don't let them get to you, Chelsea, if you want me to stop ... and I mean at anytime, just say 'stop.' It's your safe word. You say 'stop' and I will absolutely stop. Understand?"
She glanced at Mora who was nodding in assurance, and a moment later, she nodded her agreement to the terms I had set for her.
I allowed my lips to brush lightly against hers. She shivered with excitement, and I heard either Joy or Mora say, "Good thing we practiced with her last night."
And the other responded with, "Mmm, remember how she shrieked when you tongued her?"
"But after a while there was no stopping her. Isn't that funny?"
"Well, once you get a taste of sweet tongue there's no going back."
I never found out who said what, but I had just been given a wealth of information, and I silently thanked the both of them.
Chelsea's arms clung together around my neck. I kissed her lightly again, this time allowing my tongue to trail along across her bottom lip as our lips pressed a little closer together.
"Mmm," I moaned into her cheek. "What a fresh, minty breath you have."
She sighed and pressed her breasts into me. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and shifted to one side as our mouths began to mash against one another.
"Open your mouth," I whispered into her ear when we parted ever so briefly. Of course she did just that and I let my tongue flick against her lips, first the upper and then the lower, before I repeated the action, Chelsea's tongue came out to play with mine. We exchanged a series of flickering kisses like bumblebees at a flower.
Then Chelsea astounded me, shifting all the way to one side of the chair. Almost tipping it, she leaned back, lifted her left leg over my head to the other side of my body. There was a kind of glazed expression on her face.
I caught a quick view of Joy's face. She appeared to be astonished at what Chelsea was doing. That made two of us.
Her skirt was riding high, and she was not wearing any panties!
She kissed me harder than before and ground herself into me. She had to feel my swollen dick where it resided against my thigh, and it didn't seem to bother her. On the contrary, she seemed to be going after it, and I wondered if it would be her or me taking it out for the first time with these girls.
I snuck a look at Mora and Joy. They had their arms around one another, and their eyes were locked on what Chelsea was doing to me.
It occurred to me that Chelsea's pussy was clearly observable to them, at least part of the time. I lost track of what was going on for a moment because Chelsea began to hump outrageously against my groin.
I remember kissing her everywhere I could reach with my mouth; her lips, cheeks, jaw, neck and the hollow of her throat.
We were both moaning passionately. I was convinced at that moment that I would be fucking Chelsea before the others and really didn't care.
I recall tearing the buttons of her blouse open, but not ripping any of them off, as I listened with a third ear to the rapid beat of her heart before realizing that the annoying noise I was hearing was that of my own breathing.
I recall wondering if her bra opened from the front or the back, and silently thanked my Aunt Nicole for teaching me the rudiments of both. As it happened, the bra opened easily ... from the back, and her nicely developed breasts popped into view.
