Della and Daisy were casual friends and eventually found that Mick Johns was dating both of them and both knew what young women and men tended to do when dating (smile). But amazingly they tolerated it, either knowing they had the freedom to walk or perhaps assuming if it were considered a contest they knew (smile) who'd triumph.
The three had gone through high school at the same time and now were at the same college.
The dual dating happened out of the blue. Mick had arranged to date Della one evening and that afternoon he was walking Boss the family dog and passing Daisy's home she called him in for a cool drink. Her mom was having drinkies beside the pool with girlfriends so Daisy and Mick were left virtually undisturbed.
In the family room and watching Daisy Brown stroking Boss, Mick thought as he sipped lemonade he wouldn't mind at all if Daisy stroked him like that. Minutes later she rolled over on the sofa and pulled down her top and bra. She said without any embarrassment, "Kiss these honey." It was offered without passion, all very sweet but undoubtedly with intent.
At times Mick did what he was told and was into his work when hearing a noise he looked up and saw Mrs Brown in the doorway, weaving slightly, or so he thought. Smiling she placed her finger to pursed lips and closed the door softly and left them to carry on. Daisy was heating up and moaned, "Can't you do something to me Mick?" And that was enough, with implied permission from both mother and daughter Mick unzipped and said manfully, holding out his erection for Daisy, "Know what to do with this honey?"
She just cooed and worked them both up and then they were fucking.
Daisy, cleaned up, leaned over the gate blowing kisses at the departing Mick and Boss and Mick thought that was so cute but wondered what that was telling any neighbors peeping through their shades. Boss plodded on homewards, interested only in being fed.
Late that night Mick thought he'd have plenty left in the tank but he wouldn't attempt to roll Della, although it was their second date and probably would be expecting it to allay fears he might be gay. Fucking two young women on the same day did seem a little immoral.
They were parked in Della's father's car and she seemed edgy. Shit, had she heard about him doing Daisy? They pulled away after Della had deep-throated him with her tongue and she asked with excessive politeness, "May I unzip you?"
Mick hesitated.
"You're not gay are you?"
"Horrified, Mick almost tore out the zip from his pants.
That led to one thing and when Della removed her panties and threw them on to the back seat there was no stopping them.
In bed later Mick didn't attempt to compare the two women. You unscrupulous fucker, he said sternly and then grinned himself to sleep.
At college Mick smiled at blonde Daisy and neither touched nor spoke carnally and later Della said hello and thrust her tits at him but Mick was relieved to see she was adjusting her pony tail, rubber band between her lips. She also was blonde. He looked away discreetly and caught Daisy's eye so looked up at a jet airplane, conveniently passing at that moment.
At lunch Daisy sat beside him and then Della said "Hi Daisy, Mick" and sat on the other side of him. Mick felt ready to wet himself. But he survived without mishap and ate in virtually silence as mostly the young women talked across him to each other.
"A bite from my apple," Daisy asked him.
Della moved quickly and came up with a plum for him. Mick said inventively it has his no-fruit day and both women went back to ignoring him, leaving Mick to decide he would drop them and fill the vacuum with Jennifer Lyle if he could manage to stop her moving away from him. Some of the guys reckoned she was gay.
That plan didn't work. Daisy called him that evening and invited him to take her out to a bar Friday evening. He accepted and an hour later Della called inviting him to a party Friday night. He declined with regret but Della was happy to be invited out to dinner next evening. Later his mother, flicking through a fashion magazine asked, "Are you worried about your sexuality?"
Mick, younger brother Stan and their father looked at one another, lifting eyebrows.
"I never see girls around you Mick."
Everyone looked at Mick. "Me gay – you have to be joking mom?"
"An outright assurance that you're not would be more helpful darling."
"Mom, on to the sofa and lift your dress..."
"Mick!" shouted his mom and dad while Stan dropped to the floor in a laughing fit.
When order was restored his mom, smiling, came and squeezed beside Mick in his lounge chair.
He didn't complain.
She pulled his arm around his shoulders.
Mick sat, relaxed and curious.
She pulled his hand to cup her breast and when he didn't pull away and actually squeezed she flushed, stood and announced to the family gravely, "Mick's passed the test; he's not gay."
Jane then said she'd call Mrs Lyle and arrange for Mick to date Jennifer who was nervous about dating.
Mick swallowed and said, "Mom, please don't. I'm screwing Daisy Brown and Della Carpenter, but not at the same time of course."
Jane looked at her son proudly as if he's just announced he'd won a scholarship while the open mouths of his father and brother suggested envy.
"Darling, I need to build you up," said his mom, heading to the kitchen.
The weeks went by. Mick had decided not to tell the either date they had a competitor and the ignorance of the women about the dual dating continued until one Sunday Daisy called Della and invited her out boating with Daisy and her parents.
The two young women were sunbathing nude. Daisy's parents were down below drinking and quarrelling. The college students talked about fashion, films and guys until Della asked, "What is your attitude about being seduced?"
"I try to limit myself believing that too much pounding can ruin your figure. I reckon the fat middle aged women you see with spread hips fucked themselves stupid when young."
"What about child births?"
"What about them? I know slender women with four or five kids."
Della said she did too. "I restrict myself because I am horrified by the thought of being considered a fuckbag. One guy, once a night and not too often, that's me."
"Who fucks you?"
Della hesitated and said, "Mick Johns. Who looks after your pussy?"
