Just after college, I met this incredible girl Carol where I worked, and we began dating, and after a few weeks, things were getting a bit more serious. I don't think either of us intended to have anything major serious, but we really enjoyed each other's company and were having lots of great sex. We were in our 20's and not really thinking long term.
I was living on one side of Cambridge, and she lived near downtown Boston with her sister Leslie, who was rarely there. And Carol and I developed a small group of friends with whom we did things regularly together on weekends. One of these friends was Debbie, who was a very sexy and fun woman, single but 'always looking' for the right man. She never seemed to be without a boyfriend, but for a while, she was having a dry spell with male company.
Carol and I were spending lots of nights together, mostly at her place because her sister wasn't there. I think she did a lot of traveling with work and my place was small and on a less convenient pathway where we liked to hang out. She was a very sexy lady indeed, with a tall, trim body and rarely wore any undergarments. Many times we would go out and she would just have on a mid thigh length dress. That's it. It didn't bother her that her small breasts were visible, as were her prominent nipples, that seemed constantly hard. She rather liked the attention I think. I told her a number of times how much I liked looking at her and how sexy she looked. And I knew other people looked at her when we walked into a store or restaurant because she was so hot and carried herself in a very sensual manner. Even though we had been together for 5 months, and had been naked together countless times, I never tired of looking at her and looking at other looking at her, and trying to catch a glimpse up her dress or look at her breasts through the sides and arm holes of her dresses. She was as much of an exhibitionist as I was a voyeur...that's probably why we got along so well and had such wild sex together.
Even when we were alone together, Carol would walk around naked, or just with a tee shirt on, not really caring who was watching. Or perhaps it was that she cared that people were watching and enjoyed it all the more. I tried to be discreet when Leslie was around, but since they were sisters, there wasn't much modesty. And a number of times, I saw Leslie naked too, since there was only one bathroom and Leslie enjoyed the 'accidental' encounter in the bathroom when she emerged from the shower, not having fully closed the door and I was passing by.
I think Carol purposely left her bedroom door open when Leslie was around and I was staying over so that Leslie could see us having sex and a number of times, I though I could sense some shadows in the hall way outside our room, and more than just imagined Leslie in the darkness.
And then one evening, Debbie, Carol and I were hanging around the apartment and were getting a bit bored. We were drinking more than usual and I was serving up a constant supply of Margaritas, and the evening wore on, we were getting more than a bit sloshed. Then Debbie produced some weed, and offered it around. I declined, saying that if affected me weird one day a year ago, and didn't want to experience that again. When pressed for details, both Debbie and Carol were anxious for an explanation. Never having shared this with my girlfriend, I didn't want this to be the time of place to explain a bit of an embarrassing situation. But the alcohol was loosening my inhibitions and Carol said,
"If you tell us, I'll make it worth your while later tonight."
"Just what are you offering my dear..." I asked smiling, thinking about all the options from which I could choose my payment.
" I'm sure I could come up with something..." Carol said, sitting in one of her short dresses, legs exposed up to mid thigh, and slyly pulled the dress up a bit higher.
Debbie was sitting next to Carol on the sofa, and the nuance of Carol's activities were not lost on her.
"Yeah, let's her it Dave, what you would want Carol to do. I want to hear what happened with the weed too." Debbie added.
They could sense my reluctance and were teaming up to pounce on my vulnerability.
"How about one of 'those' massages you say you like?" Carol offered, again with that sly, sultry smile.
"What's one of 'those' massages?" Debbie asked, giggling, clearly feeling good from the cold drinks we were having.
"He likes me to have oil on my hands and rub his back, then turn over so I can slowly stroke his cock and then have me fuck him from on top." Carol quickly and without reservation offered.
"Sounds like fun Dave....wouldn't that be worth a bit of disclosure?"
"Does sound fun...but perhaps Debbie would feel a little left out?" I said, my mind filling with images of both of them rubbing me all over with oil and four hands and two mouths and two pussies to delve into...
"That wouldn't be a problem," Debbie said, not exactly being clear with what she meant.
"C'mon Dave...tell us what happened...we won't tell anyone and we wouldn't make you smoke any if you didn't want...we might partake though." Carol smiled, looking at Debbie and nodding their heads in agreement.
"Allright girls...go ahead and get yourselves going...I'll tell you. Carol's offer sounds pretty good to me."
Debbie went to her purse and got a joint and lighter our and started to smoke, inhaling deeply, and passing the cigarette to Carol, who also inhaled, held her breath, and then both exhaled deeply.
"So what happened that you've been reluctant to tell?" Carol asked.
"Well, it's a bit odd...but last year, this girl I was dating had some weed, and when we smoked we got good and high and then were screwing, and screwing real good."
"Sounds normal to me...I thought you were going to say you couldn't get it up or something..." Debbie said, inhaling again, and passing it back to Carol, who did the same. I was meanwhile drinking the Margarita, watching the girls get high on top of the alcohol buzz.
"But the problem was that we were screwing pretty good for a while and after about 20-30 minutes, I couldn't get off."
"What do you mean?" Carol asked, eyes getting glazed and clearly enjoying herself. "I know that's never been a problem with you," she smiled, knowing full well that we were very compatible sexually and she was quite adept at getting me off.
"Well, I just couldn't come...something about the weed I guess."
"Doesn't sound like a problem to me. Most guys don't last 5 minutes." Debbie said, and both girls broke into bouts of laughter.
"Yeah...sounds like it was quite worth while for your girlfriend...I'll be she liked your staying power." Carol said, resuming their reams of laughing, now both with tears running down their faces.
"Perhaps so...but it didn't feel good after a while...sort of hurt when I was all bottled up."
"Poor guy...all blue balls..." Carol said, and then they were inconsolable with laughter, literally falling over each other on the sofa while I sat there starting to laugh too, mostly at their amusement even if was a bit at my expense. It was contagious.
"I bet I could have gotten you off...I've learned what works, haven't I?" Carol said when she could finally catch her breath, and managed a wink at me through her haze of a drunken buzz.
"I'll bet I could too." Debbie said, all serious like, which did nothing but get them laughing and doubling over with laughter.
"You guys think you're so hilarious, don't you?"
"Yeah...we're pretty funny...more fun than you can handle..." Debbie said.
"I think it was just that my senses were a bit dulled by the stuff."
"And so your senses are pretty keen now, are they then?" Debbie asked, also eyes glazed by the combination of the tequila, marijuana and laughing for the last few minutes.
"Well, the tequilas are making me feel pretty good, but I think I can tell what's what."
I could see Carol just sitting there, smoking and taking in the conversation. I thought she was stoned out but her wheels were turning.
"So you want to prove that to us Dave?" Carol finally asked.
"What do you mean?"
"We've been together for a while, right?"
