Chapter seven: Saturday, April 18, 2020
I was fuming. I had been all day. I'd made the mistake of reading the paper when I first got up and read about the president's "reopening plan"—a plan that seemed based on the maximum wishful thinking and minimum of the work that needed to be done, like setting up testing capacity and contact tracing infrastructure. Then I'd been goaded by my parents, who were Trump haters to be sure but still resented their isolation. And then there was the endless string of hand-wringing emails from my colleagues, terrified that the university would go bankrupt, terrified that they would be forced into a plague-ridden classroom come fall, convinced (not unreasonably) that the administration was out to get both their lives and their jobs. I'd spent the day aimlessly poking around the internet, making myself less and less happy.
George was spending the day in a bro-y online poker tournament with his college friends. I grumpily thought that it seemed like he'd been avoiding me since I'd gone down on him on Wednesday, but to be fair, when I thought about it I couldn't identify any particular time he'd avoided me. I chastised myself for being uncharitable. Was it me being weird because I'd made him come in my mouth? Was it that I was jealous of how much he and Katherine were fucking? Was it just my getting tired of his slightly tedious company after a planned week's vacation became a month-long plague orgy?
I was sitting slouched in my chair at my desk being grumpy when Katherine and Sonya came in. I knew they were up to something by the way they were dressed-or rather undressed. Katherine was wearing jeans and a bra but no shirt. It was a look she knew I always liked, one that emphasized her curves. It showed off her big breasts while holding them up and giving her cleavage. Sonya, meanwhile, was wearing the opposite: she'd taken off her pants and unbuttoned her blouse, and so came in with only her underpants and her open shirt, which emphasized her long legs and teasingly hid her small breasts even while it advertised them. Between the two of them, I thought, they had a full set of clothing. Sonya stood at the doorway of the bedroom I'd been using for an office and leaned against the wall, her open shirt shifting and giving me a hint at the swell of her breasts. I could see a tell-tale wet spot at the crotch of her panties, and I wondered what they'd been doing without me in the other room.
Katherine walked toward me, smiling. She stood behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "We've come to cheer you up, Gloomy Gus," she said. She moved her left hand to my chest and started rubbing it. "Is there anything you'd like that would improve your mood?"
"What did you have in mind," I said noncommittally.
Sonya walked over to us and bent down to reposition me so I was facing the room, not the computer. To do so, she leaned down to put her hand on my knees, letting her open shirt fall to give me a view of her teacup sized breasts. She stood up and pulled Katherine to her, away from me.
"Well, I was thinking we'd just give you a show," she said, and she embraced my wife and leaned down to give her a deep kiss. Katherine's breasts pressed against her chest, and Sonya reached her arm around her to grope her ass. She put her other hand on Katherine's breast and groped that. They were a study in contrasts, of how two women can both be extremely hot and look so different: Sonya was tall and thin, her limbs long, her breasts small and delicate. Katherine reached around and put her fingers in Sonya's short blonde hair, holding the taller woman's face in the kiss. Katherine, in contrast, was shorter and curvier, her soft belly emphasizing the voluptuous curve of her hips, her large breasts heaving increasingly as she got turned on from making out with Sonya, her black hair cascading past her shoulders.
As they broke their kiss, Katherine took her hand and put it down Sonya's panties. I could see the outline of her fingers reaching down past Sonya's clit, down her slit, and then curve to enter her slightly.
"Oh fuck," Sonya gasped as Katherine's fingers entered her. She started thrusting her hips against Katherine's hands as if trying to force more of her fingers into her cunt.
"So it's showtime?" I asked. "Every frat boy's dream to watch hot girls make out right in front of him."
"I know," Sonya smirked. "If the drinks from boys ever slowed down in college, all I had to do was make out with Allison a little and they'd start up again." She reached into Katherine's bra cup and pulled out her nipple and tweaked it. Katherine yelped slightly and in response pushed further into Sonya with her hand. I watched Sonya's long, elegant fingers fondle Katherine's small, hard nipple on her big breast. "Usually when Allison and I did this at a club, we were wearing more clothing, though, so really we would just kiss and grind on each other. Then if we didn't each go home with different guys, when we got home to our room we'd fuck each other. Making out with me usually got her so revved up she'd be begging me to fist her on her bed."