Codes- FF, MF, MFF, first, oral, e/v, toys.
Disclaimer/Intro- This story is fictional and contains graphic adult behavior. Please do not read it if you object to such things or are in an unsafe environment. I wrote this for entertainment purposes only. Positive and constructive feedback is appreciated.
Continuity-wise, this takes place between my previous works "Bad Connections" and "Love Amidst the Storm", but is written as stand-alone. Hope readers enjoy.
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Austin, TX West Campus Neighborhood, Autumn 1999.
It was a dark but clear Saturday night. The three college students met in the house Doug shared with Lisa, in the east upstairs bedroom. Doug, the only male of the trio, was a stocky youth of twenty years with short dark blonde hair and beard. Horn-rimmed glasses adorned his light blue eyes, illustrating a deep thinker. He was a history major in his third year at the University of Texas at Austin.
The two females were a pair of contrasts. Lisa Coleman, a redhaired graduate student of twenty-two years descended from Ashkenazi Jews and Ozark hippies, had recently started on her master's in psychology. Her curvy body showed athletic muscles that along with her skill level put her in the featherweight class of semi-professional mixed martial artists. Brick colored hair surrounded her head in a shoulder length swoop cut, framing a round face with snub nose and intense dark blue eyes. Doug had been pleased to wake up beside her that morning, and their evening visitor was no less welcome.
Angie Messina, a nineteen year old Tejano beauty and second year architecture student, arrived for the meeting around ten pm. She had long layered pine brown hair, tanned skin, and light brown eyes on a sharp featured face. Twenty pounds lighter than Lisa, while Doug was just over 230. The two women had compared him to a bear, while they were smaller but no less fearsome creatures. Angie had a runner's physique built for long distance marathons and daring feats.
"We really doing this?" she asked after Doug and Lisa greeted her with a hug and kiss on both cheeks. "I'm... not sure."
Doug frowned, but Lisa waved him to silence. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to," she told Angie, "but it'd be really great if you like and enjoy it, and there's only one way to find that out for sure."
The three were at the start of an unusual relationship. Doug and Lisa were intensely in love and had been together for over two years, but were aware that they would go their separate ways upon graduation in another year or so. Lisa was going to the University of Southern California for her doctorate, while Doug would stay in Austin and attempt to join a police department. The hiring process required local references known for at least a year on top of local residence, so he was unsure he could easily duplicate such things in Los Angeles. Lisa understood and told him maybe he could try to move west after a few years experience when he had more confidence and references weren't as important. Or maybe she'd get her degree and come back east, or maybe things would cool between them and he'd forget her with help from Angie, another woman he liked. Angie liked him also, but was unsure she could handle his pre-existing open polyamorous relationship with Lisa. On top of being intensely in love with one another, they were part of a local orgy enthusiast club with two other men and four other women, and that was just the regulars. Angie had heard about the club from them, become interested, and was slowly working her way in. Doug and Lisa were initiating her- Angie would be Doug's primary lover when Lisa left town if all went well, but Lisa also wanted to show her the ways of Sapphic love to indulge her curiosity and ease her into the lifestyle. If all went well, Angie and Lisa could then share Doug for a while and she could freely join in group loving with him and the others once her feelings were settled. But first, she had to enjoy her first time with another woman.
Lisa had assured her the desire for it was nothing unnatural or shameful, and that she remembered well her own days of anxiety over similar things and would gladly help Angie through the first few times. Doug, comfortably straight but aroused by watching women with other women, had also pledged his support. She had told them she was ready. Would she back out now? Break things off entirely? Prolong the process? Or...?
Doug watched Angie's eyes and could sense all that going through her mind. He guessed that was what she was considering, anyway. Then she nodded as if reaching a decision.
"I'll do it," she said quickly, smiling at them both. "If I don't go ahead now, I'll never find the nerve."
"Good," Lisa replied, relieved her hunch about Angie had proven true. "I'll help you through things."
Angie nodded thanks- she liked the lustful looks Lisa often gave her, though the other woman also scared her sometimes. She looked at Lisa, then at Doug, and stepped close to him. "Should I start with you?"
Doug accepted her peck on the lips, then shook his head. "Not this time. We've already been together. You and Lisa haven't. I'll watch you, join in when you're both ready. Then, if all goes well, we can schedule more."
"We'll take things slow," Lisa added, squeezing Angie's arm. "Don't want to rush you. I'll do something to you. If you like it, do it back to me."
"Okay," Angie agreed, then stepped away from Doug and into Lisa's arms. The redhead embraced the brunette, gripped her shoulder and cheek, and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Mmm," Angie mumbled, then smiled and kissed Lisa back when the other woman pulled away. Soon they were exchanging heated breaths and tongue swipes.
"Safe word is 'garlic,' okay?" Lisa asked Angie between kisses. "Say that and I'll stop immediately."
"Thank you. Ah, ah!"
Doug sat in a leather easy chair and watched them. He opened his pants to make himself comfortable, but did not touch his shaft. It was best not to get overly excited when his partners were dallying. Lisa and a few prior similar events had taught him that. This is also the first time in a long while I've watched a virgin at this, Doug thought, and Lisa favors slow arousal in such situations, ache buildup and then release. Angie will hopefully appreciate that. I'm just the audience, until they wave me in.
Nearby on the bed, Lisa was coaxing Angie to greater boldness and new experience. "Kiss me again," she directed, and Angie complied. "Now take your shirt off."
Angie hesitated.
"What's the matter?" Lisa asked her, smiling. "Want me to kiss you through it? Or help you?"
Angie was dressed in an orange pullover shirt and light blue jeans. Doug wore stonewashed jeans and red button down shirt. Angie glanced at him, saw his encouraging smile, then turned back to Lisa. "Help me, please. And take off your clothes first."
Lisa was wearing a white T-shirt and green front clasp bra above black slacks. She removed her garments with rapid ease, exposing herself to Angie and Doug. Large peach nipples adorned her breasts and a thin vertical line of red hair her loins. Lisa revealed the latter by pushing off her jeans and the matching bikini panties to her bra, then beckoned Angie close.
Angie hesitated again, then grabbed her own shirt and pulled it over her head. She wore a blue sports bra underneath. Lisa helped her undo the fasteners and reveal her heaving breasts topped with tan nipples. The redhead then stroked the brunette's cunt through her pants, smiled at its aroused state. Lisa opened Angie's jeans and helped her push them down. Lisa touched her white panties but left them on. "You take those off when you're ready."
Angie nodded, releasing slow breaths. "Okay."
"Enjoying everything I'm doing with you so far?"
"Yes..."
It was true, as far as Doug could sense. And he had no reason to doubt Angie other than her unease. And perhaps in time, the tingling arousal Lisa could bring on would push past her barriers. He hoped that would happen, at least.
Lisa grinned with confidence. "Then we'll keep going." She caressed Angie's body between words. Hands roamed over shoulders, stomach, backside, and legs. "Feel how soft my touch is. Different from a man's, isn't it?"
