My father had asked me to drop some stuff of at a friend's place. (My father's friend, not mine.)
"There'll be no-one home," he told me. "Mike's taken his family camping for the weekend. Just dump the gear in the garage and lock it after you. Mike said he's left the side door unlocked."
It was a fine sunny afternoon. I drove around and parked in the driveway and grabbed the gear I was to leave behind. Music was playing in the background but I ignored it, assuming it was coming from a neighbour's place. I learned my mistake when I reached the backyard.
There was a radio blaring away in the middle of the yard. Right next to the radio were a couple of bikini clad forms, lying on their tummies, enjoying the sunshine. It was easy to guess that one of the young ladies was Annette, Mike's daughter. That mean the other was probably Kay, Annette's best friend.
I'd always considered the two girls an odd couple. Not as a couple, as they were both very much alike, but odd in the fact that they both seemed excessively shy and modest. Ridiculously modest in my opinion as they both had excellent figures, but it takes all types. I assumed that Annette had decided that at eighteen she was quite old enough to stay home by herself rather than go camping. I don't blame her. Given a choice of staying home or going out and offering myself as a virginal sacrifice to mosquitos, I'd stay home, too.
(Ah, I think I should clear up one point here. By virginal sacrifice I was referring to Annette, not myself. Just setting the record straight.)
Like I said, the girls were very similar. They were both unfashionably tall (though considerably shorter than me), both blonde, both at eighteen, younger than me by a year. Even their birthdays were on the same date, a fact that probably helped seal their friendship.
Right now they were both oblivious to my presence in the yard. I shrugged, opened the garage, and took in the stuff I was leaving. Coming out I automatically locked the door behind me and was ready to depart, still completely unnoticed by two daydreaming dollies.
I tossed a last look at them and turned to leave, them never knowing I'd been and gone, and then I stopped as something kicked itself to the forefront of my mind. I turned and looked again.
Yes, both girls were stretched out in bikinis, enjoying the sun. However, while no bikini meant no tan lines, neither girl was that daring. Undoing your top, on the other hand, meant that you had no tan lines on your back and if, heaven forbid, someone came along you could do up the top before you revealed anything. Assuming that you had the top on hand, that is.
I walked over to where the girls lay, crouching down between them.
"Hi, girls," I said quite loudly.
There were two startled shrieks and two heads lifted up sharply from where they were pressed against the ground. This lessened the pressure of their chests against the ground, meaning that when I took hold of two bikini bras and stood up the bras slipped out from under the girls quite easily.
Hands were frantically crushed against the sides of their breasts, with two young ladies desperate that I not get a forbidden look.
"Francis," Annette said in a near scream. "What the hell are you playing at? Give us back our tops."
"Oh, come on, Ann, call me Frank. You know I hate the name Francis. It reminds me too much of Francis the talking mule."
"It fits you," snapped Kay. "You're a jackass and probably impotent, Francis. Give us our tops."
"You want your tops? Nothing simpler. Just roll over, sit up, and ask me nicely, and they're yours."
"They're already ours. Just put them down and go away."
"I don't think so. I have you at a disadvantage and it would be a shame to casually give it up. Come on, time to flash those boobies."
"Not in this lifetime," was Ann's reply. "We can just lie here and wait. You'll have to go away sooner or later."
"Um, later, actually, as my time is my own for the rest of the day. But if you don't roll over and sit up there will be penalties."
"Really? What sort of penalties?"
"That's a secret. You'll find out when it's time for a penalty to be administered."
"You're bluffing. There's nothing you can do."
"You think?"
"We know."
Confident little things for a couple of shy girls who'd been caught topless, weren't they?
"OK. Penalty one."
I knelt down between the girls, smiling at then as they turned their heads to glare at me. I winked at Kay.
"Are you going to roll over and sit up?"
The only answer I received was an evil eye so I shrugged. I also reached over, took hold of her bikini pants and drew them down off her bottom. She squealed, started to kick her legs, realised what she'd be showing if she did and went still. This allowed me to take her pants right off, leaving her lying there naked.
I turned to face Ann, who was blushing and holding on to her pants as tight as she could.
"Ah, Ann," I said, speaking mildly as I placed my hands next to her on her pants, "it would be the height of bad manners to refuse to let me pull these down when Kay is already naked. Where's your sisterly solidarity."
Poor Ann was torn between modesty and friendship. Friendship, I am pleased to say, won, and despite some insulting remarks I drew off Ann's pants as well.
"So, are you going to sit up and ask me for your bikinis?"
Thank god Cyclops is just a comic book character. I was given the laser treatment by two sets of eyes. Ah, well, moving right along.
My hands settled on two neat little bottoms, stroking them, ignoring two outraged shrieks.
Kay found her voice first.
"You rotten swine, leave us alone. What do you think you're doing?"
This was followed by Ann's more anguished comment.
"Oh god, are you going to rape us?"
"Rape you?" I said indignantly. "Don't be stupid. Of course I'm not going to rape you. Knowing you probably don't know much about male anatomy I would like to point out that I only have one penis, so I can't rape you both at once. If I try to rape just one of you the other would be off and running for help while I was distracted."
"Besides," I added thoughtfully, "can you imagine how ridiculous I would look chasing a naked girl down the street while I've already got one wrapped around me? Ridiculous and greedy."
Kay gave a snort of strangled laughter but Ann just continued glaring.
"Then what do you intend doing?"
"Short term, I'm enjoying the feel of a couple of lovely bottoms," I said. "Long term, you will both roll over and ask for your bikinis just to get rid of me, revealing all your charms."
With that little snort of laughter Kay had relaxed slightly. I took unconscionable advantage of this, with a pair of fingers dipping into the gap at the top of her thighs, a gap that hadn't been there while she was all uptight. I was watching her face while I did so and the shock on it almost made me laugh.
Shocked or not, Kay did not tighten up again. If anything she relaxed a little more, her legs parting slightly to give me better access. So with one hand caressing a bottom and pussy it seemed that the other hand was being left out, only having a bottom to fondle. I started pressing my hand between Ann's legs, not hard, but firmly enough to give the message that I wanted entry. She hesitated and then relaxed just a little, letting my hand wander to places it shouldn't.
Neither girl was admitting to the other that my hands were touching more than just a bottom. Instead they were giving me reason why I should back off, reasons that I just ignored.
Finally Kay bit the bullet and asked the big question.
"If we roll over on our backs so you can see us what will you do?"
"Well for a start I'll be most disappointed," I told her.
"What? Why? It's what you're asking us to do!"
"I know, and if you do it I'll have to give your bikinis back and you'd probably put them on. My fun will grind to a halt."
"Not going to happen," muttered Ann. "No way am I rolling over for this animal."
She then gasped as the animal slipped a finger between her lips and explored.
"What happens if we continue to refuse to roll over?"
"Good question. I guess I'd have to bring in a new penalty."
"Which would be what?"
"Probably testing your virginity using my patented virginity tester?"
"You have a patented virginity tester?" scoffed Ann. "No need to use it anyway as we both are."
"I only have your word for that. I would need to test to be certain and yes, I have a patented virginity tester. I keep it in my trousers. Only problem is that if I use it properly the girl automatically fails the test."
"Why would we fail the test?" asked Ann, confused.
"Because, you idiot, he's referring to his penis and once he's stuck that little thing in you, you'll no longer be a virgin."
That comment was met by two protests.
"That would be rape and he said he wasn't going to do that," came from Ann.
"Little thing?" I exclaimed, mortally offended. "Bite your tongue."
"Ann has a point," Kay said, grandly ignoring my complaint. "You did say you had no intention of raping us."
