Chapter 02: Soft Swapping
"You know what will happen if we go home with them." Ann sounded worried.
"Yeah, I know." Scott was clearly trying to sound reassuring, but I could tell how eager he was, "I want it to happen."
Standing just down the hall from them, I was pretending not to listen in. Personally, I found Ann's concern a little perplexing. After all, not ten minutes earlier she had been laying on the floor, her halter top up around her neck, her jeans open and my fingers in her pussy. She had climaxed in front of about a dozen partygoers while my wife Julie gave her boyfriend Scott a handjob. At this very moment, Julie was washing Scott's cum off her hands. The fact that Ann seemed worried about the prospect of going home with us and having sex in the privacy of our apartment seemed a little odd to me.
On reflection, I guessed that Ann was one of those girls who defined sex rather narrowly. As long as penis didn't penetrate her pussy, she probably didn't think of it as sex. I let my eyes wander down her eighteen-year-old body and contemplated all the interesting options that left open, ranging from her long black hair, her pretty face and full lips, her lovely cone shaped breasts (I smiled at the kinesthetic memory of those perky little cones in my mouth), further down to her firm round ass and long legs. Lost contemplating all the possibilities, I missed the fact that Julie was out of the bathroom and someone else was going in (after Ann's and my little show, several partygoers had to clean up).
"You guys ready to go?" Julie asked brightly.
Scott smiled, "Yeah, let's."
The four of us trooped out to my car. Julie and Ann hopped in the back seat and Scott grabbed shotgun, while I drove.
Ann was still a little apprehensive. I heard her say to Julie, "Are you sure about this?"
Julie's response seemed to be entirely non-verbal, based on the soft moan I heard from the back seat. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I saw Julie kissing Ann rather thoroughly, one hand in the younger woman's hair and the other caressing her belly. Scott was looking back over his shoulder at the ladies, a huge grin on his face. Scott was a skinny young fellow, all arms and legs and a patch of bushy black hair. He and I looked at each other and smiled. I tore my eyes away to watch the road.
"So," I said to Scott, "you're sure about this?"
"Hell yeah," Scott said, "Are you?"
"Yeah," I laughed, "Julie and I aren't really into monogamy, as such."
"Cool," Scott's grin grew wider.
A soft moan drew my attention back to the rear-view mirror. Julie and Ann were still kissing. Ann's halter had been pushed up and Julie's hand was caressing one of her perky little breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red. Suddenly remembering that I was supposed to be driving, I managed to hit the brakes before running the red light.
"Hey," I barked, "Knock it off back there, I'm trying to drive."
"Right," Julie replied, "sorry, no fair distracting the driver."
Scott laughed.
We made it back to the apartment without further incident. Julie led the way upstairs and we all tumbled into bed together, still fully dressed. Mind you, the bed wasn't actually big enough to fit four people comfortably. Ann, as the center of attention, ended up kneeling in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. Julie was half-laying at the head of the bed kissing Ann. Scott knelt beside the ladies, one hand caressing each of their backs. I found myself kneeling on the floor behind Ann, massaging her thighs. As I worked my way up her legs Ann started to quiver and groan.
"What's making you do that?" Scott asked her, grinning.
"Glen," Ann answered huskily, "he's rubbing my pussy."
"I'm rubbing your legs, sweetie," I said, then I reached out and cupped her pussy through her jeans. She was so wet I could feel it even through the fabric. "This is me rubbing you pussy."
Ann practically screamed, her hips bucking wildly. I think she had an orgasm on the spot. When her shaking subsided, I reached around, undid her jeans and pulled them off while Scott and Julie helped her out of her halter top. Since Ann hadn't worn a bra or panties, she was naked in short order. I hopped up onto the bed and lay beside her. I was sort of peripherally aware of Julie and Scott getting off the bed, dragging some pillows and blankets with them. I only had eyes for the naked coed next to me.
Hungrily, I leaned in and kissed her mouth. My hands started to explore her slim body, caressing every inch I could reach, though paying particular attention to her back (where I knew she loved to be touched) and her breasts (which I couldn't get enough of). For her part, Ann was shoving her tongue into my mouth with wild abandon, as if she was trying to force it down my throat. It was a little off-putting to be honest, but I didn't let it bother me. Her hands were roaming over my body now, stroking my hair and my back. Eventually, she started tugging on my t-shirt and, without needing any more encouragement, I broke off our kiss and pulled it off.
Grinning, Ann started to kiss her way down my chest, licking my nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down my belly. Her long dark hair spread out around her face, tickling my chest as she moved lower. I groaned in anticipation. After what seemed an age, her fingers started to fumble with the button of my jeans. I tried to help, but she swatted my hands away. Laughing at her own difficulties, she finally managed to undo my pants.
