Chapter 1 - The Meeting
I was doing my bit for the local community centre, delivering leaflets about the classes and services. I'd just finished and jumped on my push bike to cycle back home when I noticed two very fit looking girls in shorts smiling at me. Their smiles were so inviting and they were kind of giving me the eye. One of them beckoned me over so I stopped just by them.
"You put things to our door letter hole?", she said with quite a thick eastern European accent.
"Yes, I'm delivering leaflets for the community centre round the corner." I replied, admiring her long blonde hair and large, round, low-neck-sleeveless-sports-top covered breasts. Well actually they were more uncovered and showing rather a lot of cleavage and the nipples were quite obvious through the thin material.
"I see, please?" she asked with her hand out, smiling wryly, obviously noticing my interest in her well endowed chest.
"I don't have any left. If yours is the corner house it was the last one." I said disappointed that I had no other excuse to talk to them (and ogle their bodies) any further.
The other girl then spoke, "Please, you come and tell us about community centre. What happen there?" They had the same accent. The second girl's voice was really deep and sultry. Her brown eyes were large and puppy like and she had gorgeous dark brown hair hanging down almost to her waist.
"It's all on the leaflet." I said, not thinking as I was entranced by the two girls' bodies.
The first girl spoke again. "We not good at reading English. You help us understand?"
"Please, come to our room. Explain leaflet," insisted the second girl again.
"OK, yes, if that's OK with you," I stammered, getting off my bike and turning it round. I noticed they were both looking at my lower parts. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a bulge probably revealed that I was a normal bloke appreciating their ample female charms.
"Where are you girls from?" I asked. They looked puzzled. "Your country? Where is home?"
The sultry voiced one answered. "We arrive from Romania..." she spoke to her friend in Romanian.
She added, "yesterday. We live here." and opened the gate to a large Edwardian townhouse. The front door showed evidence of about six separate flats.
The blonde girl opened the door, picked up the wadge of leaflets I'd stuffed through the letterbox and led us up the stairs to their flat. Eight bloody flights of stairs! They lived right at the top. The compensation was I got to inspect their rear ends as they walked up the stairs ahead of me. They were both wearing running shorts that were high cut around their muscular legs and molded to their pert bottoms. There was no evidence to suggest either of them were wearing underwear. It was such a struggle not to reach out and fondle them both.
I was breathing heavily when she opened the flat door. It revealed quite a large room, probably covering the whole of the floor area of the house.
"You come in, sit down, make your comfortable," the dark girl said, almost remembering a learned phrase from a book or English class.
"Thank you," I replied looking round for something to sit on. There was a drop leaf table over by the front window with a couple of chairs by the wall and the king-sized double bed against another wall. I thought to myself, " If they're both living in the same room then they must sleep in this bed. I wonder if they're lesbians?" My mind was making up fantasies quicker than I could cope. I sat down on the bed as it was nearest.
The room wasn't very tidy. There was the remains of their breakfast on the table, clothes draped over the chairs several pairs of skimpy panties on the floor and more on the bed along with bras and other paraphernalia.
"You wish some tea?" said the blonde one.
"Not tea. Do you have something cold?"
"Orange juice?"
"Great!" She went to the small fridge in the corner by a sink and a Baby Belling cooker. "Not many creature comforts." I thought.
"What is your name?" asked the dark one.
"Chris," I answered holding out my hand.
She took it and held it, "My name is Erika. She is Anna. Pleased to meet you." She squeezed my hand and lightly pumped it up and down. Anna is the blonde one and Erika is the dark one, I reminded myself. Anna came over and took my hand too. She just squeezed it lightly looking at my eyes, probably daring me to look down at her breasts.
Anna came over and gave Erika and I glasses of orange juice. She went back and got herself one in an old mug. It looked like they had just two each of the necessary crockery. The landlord had supplied the bare minimum. They came and sat close either side of me on the bed. Erika took off the light jacket she was wearing uncovering an identical T-shirt to Anna's and tits to die for. Erika's breasts didn't seem as large as Anna's but they were long and more cone shaped. The bulge in my shorts grew and throbbed with anticipation. I tried to surreptitiously cover my midriff with my hands but the movement was not lost on the girls who looked as if they were enjoying my discomfort.
Erika bent down to pick up the leaflets she'd dropped on the floor, stretching the material over her buttons and the mound between her legs. Her pussy cleft was outlined in the thin material.
"Please, you tell us of Community Centre?" She turned to me with the leaflets brushing my bare arm with her left breast. Erika drew closer on my left side.
"The Community Centre runs many classes for people who live locally, nearby, the local Community," I explained, trying to clarify the English words they were unfamiliar with. "You would be interested in the English classes, yes?"
"We want to learn English," Erika confirmed. "What day is English classes?" she asked grasping my hand with the leaflets closer so she could see.
"The English classes are on Wednesday afternoon," I said, pointing out the entry on the programme.
Now Anna pulled my hand with the leaflets to her side. "What is the cost? We have little money."
"It's all free. They all cost nothing."
The girls leaned in across me towards each other and held hands together, obviously pleased with this bit of information. Both sets of nipples brushed the tops of my legs causing my increasingly uncomfortable cock to strain against the inside of my clothes.
"How we join the class? Where, Community Centre?" asked Erika in her incredibly sultry voice.
Our hands touched yet again as I turned over the leaflets to show them the map on the back. "Here is the community centre. You are here." I said pointing to the two locations on the map. I realised then that because they were both still holding on to the leaflet their hands were resting on my lap and my cock was twitching only a couple of bits of material separating them.
"You show us to the English classes on Wednesday?" Anna asked with a pleading look.
"We like you to show us many things." Erika added letting her hand fall, seemingly accidentally, on my leg.
"Yes... We... I..." I stammered nervously. "I'll be glad to show you around and help you."
"You will be good friend." Anna said, this time it wasn't a question. "You help and teach girls and we can help you." Her hand also fell onto my leg. Not an accident! She continued, "We not experienced..."
At what I wondered.
"...In your country," she added after rather too long a pause. "We want to see many things." At that moment I could have sworn they were both looking at my crotch.
"Do you both live here, in this one room?" I asked, changing the subject.
"We only have money for one room," answered Anna.
"And one bed," added Erika suggestively. "We are used to this. We have large family. Two sisters and me in one bed."
"I am lucky. Only have one sister in one bed," snickered Anna. She paused for a moment as a thought struck her. "You think we are, how you say, lesboes?"
"Lesbians," I corrected. "No! I... Sorry! I didn't think that... Not at all," I jabbered not even convincing myself.
The two of them were giggling at my discomfort. They even leant forward across me and put their lips together in a mock kiss. That made them laugh even more.
"We are not lesbians," stated Erika. "We are just good friends." That made me laugh. They both looked at me, puzzled. "Why you laugh? I say something wrong?"
"No, not at all. It is just an English expression that sometimes means more than what is said. It would take too long to explain. English is often very confusing."
"You like us be lesbians?" asked Anna, out of the blue.
I paused, perhaps longer than I should have before saying, "No!" I wasn't sure whether the fantasy was better with them being lesbians or straight. "I'm very happy with you whatever you are," I added hedging my bets.
"We like men," said Erika, "but we are close friends too." and she held Anna's hand across me.
I changed the subject again: "What are you both doing here in England?"
