I almost passed them by, but I've always been a sucker for two girls standing on the side of the road in the rain. I pulled over and asked if they needed a lift.
"Yes, please," the bark one said, leaning through my window. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, but they drifted down to her nipples poking through her light blouse. "We've been locked out of our dorm and were walking to our friend's house. But I don't think she's even in."
"No problem, I'll give you a lift. Get in."
They got in the back, giggling and plucking at their shirts. It didn't help, and the soaked cotton clung to their young bodies. The blonde introduced herself as Claire and her friend as Mai. Claire was dark and curvy, like a young Salma Hayek, while Mai had a classic Asian beauty about her – pale, willowy, with coquettish eyes. I divided my attention between the road and my rearview.
"So, you're at the college?" I said, trying to think of what you would say to two girls 15 years younger than you. "What year are you in?"
"Oh, we're freshmen," replied Mai. "Well, freshwomen, I guess." They giggled at that and I gave them an encouraging chuckle. "We just started last month."
Claire leaned forward, stretching her shirt across her chest. Her nipples were clear and dark through the light cotton, even with just the dashboard lights. Full, and they probably wouldn't need a bra until she graduated. My knuckles tightened a bit. "Take a left up here. She's the third house on the right."
I turned up the street, but all the houses were dark.
"Shit," Mai said, leaning over Claire to look out the window, "I guess she's not in." They both flopped back, pouting. God, this was too obvious to work.
"Hey, you're welcome to hang out at my place until she gets back. Give her a call on your cell and ask her to call back when she's home."
They smiled, and I thought back on all the good things I'd done to deserve this. Mai called their friend and left her a message while I moved my car as quickly as I dared back to my house.
We got home and I sat them down in my living room. They made approving noises about the house, and tended to call me "Mister", which I decided I liked. I got out a pair of oversized sweat shirts for them to change into, and left the room, gentleman-like, to get some drinks while they changed.
"Sorry, I've only got whiskey," I shouted from the other room as I hid my wine and beer. "That OK? It'll warm you up."
"Sounds, great, Mister," Claire called back, and then there was a little cascade of giggles.
I've always had a thing for beautiful girls in sweatshirts, and now I knew why. There's nothing like a young body with a shirt stopping just below the ass and hanging from a round pair of tits. Except maybe two bodies. They had draped their shirts and skirts across the back of some chairs. Mai's bra lay obviously across her blouse. And Claire's heavy sweatshirt was no match for her nipples, which still pushed against the fabric. I got a grip on myself and didn't drop to my knees and begin chewing on them. Mai's legs were tucked up under her on the couch and so I sat across.
They took a sip and managed to control their grimace at the hot liquor.
"So, what are you studying? What do you want to get out of college?" As I spoke I realized I sounded like an ass and took a long pull on my drink.
Mai and Claire looked at each other and gave little sly smiles
"Well, Claire's gonna be pre-med, and I'm studying mechanical engineering." I took another quick drink to cover my surprise. The danger in judging a book by its cover. "But what we really want to learn is how to be dirty."
"Dirty?"
Claire nodded. "Filthy. Slutty. The kind of girls who are
really
popular at parties."
Now I nodded. Slowly. Trying to accept what I had just heard.
"I would think that would be easy to learn at you school."
Claire looked down and fiddled with the edge of her sweat shirt. The hem rose noticeably up her smooth legs to the tops of her thighs. I had to shift in my seat to get comfortable again.
"Well," she said, "we don't wan to learn it at school from those boys. We don't want them talking about how they taught us. We want to know it. And then show them."
"Can you help us, Mister?" Mai looked doey at me. And parted her legs wide enough to show me the clean white of her panties.
""Yes. Yes I can."
"Then take us to your bed room."
I stood up and turned quickly so that my hard cock wasn't too obvious. The girls moved quickly behind me and lightly pressed their bodies against me. A full, soft tit on my left and a hard small one on my right, I walked more quickly.
In my bedroom, they spun me around and pushed me onto the bed. "What should we do now?" Claire asked, propping her hands on her hips and cocking her head to one side.
"Show me what you've figured out so far." They smiled at that and turned on each other.
Mai tugged Claire's shirt over her head. Her body was magnificent. Luscious, but firm. Still conquering gravity with full tits that pointed upwards topped with hard, thumb-sized nipples. Her ass was tight, holding a smooth curve from the small of her back to her long legs. A red thong rose from between her ass-cheeks and circled her waist, dipping in a small V over her pussy. Mai spun her under her fingers, running her nails lightly across her skin. Both nipples crinkled sharply, and a small damp spot appeared on her thong. She grabbed Mai and pushed her to her knees.
"This is the night, my little slut. Are you ready?" Mai nodded, with a little smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
