What would a guy do for two hot women?
I guess that's the question that started it all. Along with our slightly twisted sense of humor, of course. It wasn't something that just anybody would do, but Jessica and I are a bit different. Naughty is the best word I can think of to describe us.
We met at University and hit it off straight away. We like to tease you see, and flirting with guys became our hobby. It all started fairly innocently, just messing around. We both know we've got what guys want. Good figures, and playful natures, to be exact.
Jessica is half Japanese, half English, so she has that very sexy Asian face, narrow with high cheekbones. I love her long straight black hair, the way it shines like a dark pearl, giving her an air of mystery. Her big beautiful brown eyes add to this image, she can somehow look cute and devious at the same time. Her figure is more English, a little fuller than the average Asian girl. This isn't to say she's fat, far from it. She's naturally curvy with a slim waist and a nice big ass you just want to spank every time you see it. She's also been blessed with gorgeous round breasts, just big enough for her figure without looking ridiculous.
She gets jealous of me sometimes because I'm taller. My long blonde hair also gets me lots of attention. It's straight, and runs almost halfway down my back. It sounds churlish, but I think I'm a bit too tall, and a bit too slim. I love my legs, long and slender, and for a slim girl I think I have a nice pert bottom. It's small but perky, and always looks great in a tight pair of jeans. A lot of women with my figure have nothing there to grab, I've noticed.
Jessie says my tits are cute. Two nice big nipples that point up, like a couple of obedient little puppies, she says. I have enough there to squeeze between my fingers, but I do wish they were bigger.
As I said, the games started fairly innocently. We would dare each other to go and chat up the total geek students, sitting next to them in the library and watching them sweat. It was cruel of course, but so funny at the time. Sometimes I'd sit opposite them and just fool around, leaning too far forward in my chair, tossing my long blonde hair around, sighing a little too hard. They'd always be desperate to look up, but too nervous to do anything. Sometimes I'd brush my leg up against them under the table. I'd smile stupidly, apologize, look at them for just a little too long. It was cute the way they'd always mumble something, go red, and fervently stare down into their books.
Jessie was always so much worse. She'd start talking to them, about something mundane, and then ask them for some advice. She'd make up some nonsense about how her boyfriend wanted to do it with her in her ass, but she was scared. She'd be leaning across the table whispering this to the guy, who of course had probably never even seen a woman naked. The poor guys were totally lost for words, unable to think clearly through their hard-ons.
We loved that idea, get a guy hard and you can get him to do anything. We wondered what we might be able to achieve, just how far we could push things.
In our second year, we moved into a house together, as most students in Britain do. Next door was the home of a middle-aged couple, late thirties, early forties, friendly but boring. The guy was keen to be very friendly. He was so slimy you felt sure he'd leave a sticky trail wherever he went. He was having a ton of sleazy thoughts every time he saw us, we just found it amusing.
Jessie and I arrived in late July, and wasted no time getting out into the garden, bikinis on, building up our tans. The fence seperating us from our neighbor was fairly short, and their garden was raised anyway, so there wasn't much privacy. This didn't bother any of us except his wife. It was kind of sad in a lot of ways. He would sit in his garden, glancing serruptiously over at us. The contrast between our lithe bodies, stretched out in the sun, and his own portly wife must have been agonising for him. Sometimes Jessie would straddle me, rubbing suntan lotion into my back, both of us pretending to be oblivious to his stare.
At the end of the day Jessie and I would lie in bed giggling about him. He was so shameless sometimes, ogling us when he thought his wife was away. She knew of course, but I think she tried to ignore it.
I understood why. We felt pretty sure he'd fuck us without a moments thought, if we were willing. Of course, we weren't interested in him, but the idea of it was sexy. A man willing to do anything, a man under control. We both felt a married man was unfair, encouraging adultery wasn't part of our plan.
It was a couple of weeks before christmas when we went out to a local bar with a plan. It wasn't one of the student places we usually hung out at, the customers were a little older, late twenties to early thirties for the most part.
We had a few drinks as the pub filled up, checking out the guys as much as they checked out us. It didn't take long for a couple of good looking guys to come over. Tony and Dev were both in their late twenties, builders by trade. Dev was the louder of the two, short cropped black hair, with a light trace of sexy stubble. Tony was a little shorter, but still well-built, blonde hair slightly longer, and stylishly unkempt.
They were both pretty cocky, and had been good friends for years. Perfect. They sat down next to us without asking, making jokes between themselves, but Jessie and I were more than happy.
We had a few more drinks out of their pockets, when Dev suggested a game of pool. I teamed with him against Jessie and Tony. Every guy in the bar couldn't help but stare everytime we took a shot. The dress Jessie was wearing rode up far too high every time she leaned over, her gorgeous tits resting on the green felt, almost spilling out as she hit each ball. The front of the dress was similar in design to a corset, and she'd made sure to tie it up loosely! She was being such a tease, as usual.
I stared at Dev as I slowly blew the excess chalk off the cue, bending slowly over the table, my long legs bent. I can play pretty well, but that night I pretended to need help. Dev stood close behind me, his body pressed hard into my back, arm around me holding the cue, whispering instructions into my ear. Occasionally his hand would move down over my side, brushing the naked skin between my tight jeans and tiny t-shirt.
Every so often Jessie and I would stride into the ladies room, holding hands on the way. I'd stand in front of the mirror adjusting my t-back, Jessie giggling next to me.
It was around ten when we stumbled back to our house, the four of us falling through the door laughing. Dev had his arms around me and tongue in my mouth immediately, pushing me hard up against the wall. I felt a burst of excitement as I felt his cock pushing into my stomach.
Jessie led Tony past us into the living room, his hand squeezing her ass as they went. I pulled away from Dev, leading him in the same direction.
We sat on the sofa together, Jessie and me back to back, fooling around with the guys. Tony was lying back with Jessie practically on top of him, and I couldn't resist giving her ass a little spank. She yelped, sat up and pushed me back onto Dev's lap, laughing. She started tickling me, making me twist and turn, Dev's cock rubbing into my back. She stopped, and we lay there, panting breathlessly, our lips inches apart. I stared into her perfect face, those high slender cheekbones, and that cute little nose. Her big brown eyes under her long eyelashes staring down at me. Those luscious painted lips were too gorgeous. She kissed me, and I took her tongue deep into my mouth, running my hands down over her breasts, over her stomach, her hair tickling my cheeks. My hand came into contact with Tony, and I pulled quickly away from the kiss. Jessie and I stared at one another, horny as hell. Now was time.
She stood up, dragging me up with her. Tony and Dev looked at us like a couple of lovelorn teenagers, their erections visible through the jeans.
"Would you guys like to play a game?" Jessie asked.
They stared at us, excited and nervous.
"Would you like to watch us fuck each other first, before we fuck you?" she continued.
"Fuck yeah!" Tony yelled. Dev just nodded his head dumbly.
"Ok, but you have to wear these first." I said alluringly.
I went over to the bookcase, taking two pairs of handcuffs out of a draw, swinging them around my fingers. The guys looked at one another for a moment, silently weighing up the situation.
