Chapter 14. Heather's weekend comes to a climax.
All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 13...
When I arrived round again on Saturday night - it was about 6.30 or so - I was surprised to hear voices from inside as Heather opened the door. She had changed and was wearing her soft pink v-necked cardigan that she'd worn on our previous encounters. It was quite thick, with a ribbed style to it, which clung beautifully to her breasts as she stood in the doorway. She had a dark red skirt, and black shoes. "Come on in!" she smiled, "I'm having a little party tonight, to celebrate my new house-boy!"
She shut the door and led me into the kitchen, where the remains of a meal were over the table, with two empty bottles of wine - and sitting around the table were Isabelle and Joan. I was amazed to see them both there, but quickly took in the scene. Isabelle was wearing Heather's beige cardigan, that she'd had on in the morning, round-necked and somehow sophisticated with her pearl necklace. As usual, her dark hair was up in a bun. Joan was wearing a twinset in thin cream wool, and she had her long hair down, draped over her shoulder. They both seemed in a happy mood - probably due to the wine - and smiled at me as I went in.
"Hello" they said in unison, Joan adding: "I bet you didn't expect to find us all round here, now did you!"
Isabelle looked directly at me. "Well we are pleased to see you - we've been hearing all about what you've been up to, haven't we girls" - and she looked at the others - "not just here, but at Joan's house too!" and they nodded knowingly at each other.
"Well now that Andrew's arrived, I think we can all move into the lounge - I'll sort out the dishes later." said Heather.
"Are you sure?" asked Joan, politely "we could always wash them now."
"No, it'll be fine!" said Heather. "Follow me - and bring your drinks through too!"
I dutifully followed, as Isabelle and Joan picked up their glasses, and Joan grabbed the bottle too, before following behind me.
We got into Heather's lounge, and sat ourselves down.
"So, what party games have you got in mind for us all?" asked Isabelle, sitting back in the largest armchair, and taking in the view of us all. Joan was sitting on the sofa on the left, and beckoned me to sit next to her, leaving Heather to sit on a smaller chair facing us.
No-one answered straightaway, so she continued: "I think we should play my special version of blind man's bluff - I know you like being blindfolded, don't you Heather!"
We all all looked at Heather, who blushed a little at the thought of their previous encounter.
"So, let's do it! Heather, can you get that empty wine bottle from the kitchen - we need to decide who is going to be on first."
As Heather went out, Joan put her hand on my knee.
"This is all very exciting isn't it, pet - I bet you were looking forward to a quiet night tonight on your own with Heather, so I hope we don't disappoint you too much! It was just the thought of you being here with her - and we thought it just wasn't fair, didn't we Isabelle?"
Isabelle smiled slightly, pulling her cardigan down to smooth it out, and pushing her bosom forward at the same time. She did like being the centre of attention. Just then Heather came back with the empty bottle.
"So what are we going to do with this?" she asked Isabelle, puzzled.
Isabelle leaned further forward, and put the bottle on its side on the floor.
"Well," she said, "we just spin it to see who is 'on' first - to see who we are going to blindfold! Here Andrew, as you are our main guest, you can spin first. Now, who would you most like to undress?"
There was no reply possible, so I said nothing but reached for the bottle. All four of us were on the edge of our seats, looking forward as I spun the bottle around. It went quite fast, then ended up pointing at the fireplace.
"That's no good!" said Isabelle, smiling: "You'll have to do it again. This time I think we girls should all stand up, so we can see who it points to easier. Come on, you two, on your feet!"
So all three stood up, giving me a chance to take in their various features.
Heather was the shortest and certainly the dumpiest, with her soft pink cardigan hiding her large breasts which I had come to know so well, and her red skirt tight over her bottom. Isabelle was next in height, with her neat beige cardigan tight over her firmer breasts, the buttons pulling slightly, stretching the wool as she breathed in. She was still wearing the red tartan skirt she'd had on in the morning but still looked her usual figure of slightly remote arousal. Joan was the tallest, her lighter hair cascading down onto the cream twinset cardigan, which was half unbuttoned with the top falling open, contrasting with the brown of her skirt.
"Come on Andrew, we haven't got all night!" chided Heather.
"Or maybe we have!" chipped in Joan, smiling down at me.
I spun the bottle again, and this time it pointed straight to Joan.
"Well that's settled." said Isabelle, continuing in her organising way. "Get a scarf please Heather and then I'll blindfold her!"
Joan looked with pretend surprised fright.
"I hope you're not going to do anything nasty to me!" she whispered, as Heather came back in with a whole cardboard box full of various knitted scarves and gloves.
"It's our winter box" she said, putting it down on the floor, "but we can use it now, I'm sure."
Heather took out a long black scarf, and passed it to Isabelle, who moved behind Joan to put the scarf over her eyes.
"You'd better just sit down and watch, Andrew." she said, "till we've got her ready."
Joan was still smiling as she was blindfolded, then Isabelle asked for another scarf.
"Hands behind your back, Joan!" she commanded, and Joan did as she was told.
Tying her hands back pulled her cardigan more open, stretching the wool of her jumper over her breasts. I felt myself twitch. It was going to be an interesting night, and no mistake. Heather had been watching closely, and now kicked off her shoes.
