It started off innocently enough. It was Memorial Day weekend and my girlfriend's parents were out of town, and our friend, Liz was going to hang out with us. Her boyfriend was out of town as well. Well, to be more accurate, he was out of the country. He was spending a semester abroad in Ireland, and, from what Liz heard, he was studying more than just the culture.
Liz and Rick had been together since they were teenagers. They met in high school and by the age of fourteen, they were dating, and had been since then. They were on and off, but usually on. They fought on occasion, and they split up briefly, but they were together most of the time. You could tell by talking to Liz that, for some reason, she really loved Rick, even though at times he seemed to not really care whether she was around or not. It wasn't that he was cruel, or mean to her, or violent, he just was not so interested at times. So Liz heard that he had been fooling around with some Irish girl. The thing was that they had agreed that the two of them would be free to see other people while Rick was away for such a long time. But you also know that women never mean that. Liz wasn't hurt so much as she was pissed.
So Brenda and I had invited Liz to hang out with us over the weekend. Since it was a holiday weekend, not many of our friends were staying in the Philadelphia area, and Brenda didn't want Liz left alone in her apartment with nothing to do while stewing over Rick.
We all went to college together in Philadelphia, and Brenda's parents had a house out in the suburbs. It was about forty five minutes from school, and though it was fairly close to the city, it was on about 35 acres, and very isolated. It was an old farm (though it wasn't being used as a farm anymore) and provided the perfect site for some friends to do some much-needed weekend drinking.
Around noon on Saturday we met up with Liz at her apartment to spend the day in Philadelphia. We decided to do the tourist thing first since, even though we all went to school there, we rarely actually just enjoyed the city. So there was Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, the Art Museum, so many great places we could go.... But no. We chose South Street. For those who are not familiar with South Street, it is a connection of shops and bars and restaurants that caters to a young, collage-aged crowd. It has become a little more tacky and boring lately, but several years ago, when this took place, it was a fun place to blow an afternoon. There were the requisite college poster stores, and "tobacco" shops with pipes for "tobacco" and certainly not any illegal substances.
So we walked along, had some lunch and stopped in at another one of the typical stores on South Street, a sex store. Brenda, Liz and I had been pretty open in talking about sex, and joking about it in the past, talking about our sex lives and Rick and Liz's. So it wasn't a shock to either of us when Liz asked Brenda, "So, um, do you own a vibrator?" Brenda responded, "Yes, and I love it." They both blushed a little as they spoke about it. Liz then said, "Do you think that you could help me pick one out?" I must admit, even this early on, the wheels were turning. I was really intrigued about this, and I always had a thing for Liz. And her talking about buying a vibrator has me, not shockingly, a bit turned on.
I tried to stay out of the way as the girls talked about picking out a nice new sex toy. They were being very practical about it, and if I could have gotten the thought of Liz, in her apartment, late at night, plunging a vibrator in and our of herself out of my mind, I might even have laughed at the situation. Finally, the girls settled on a model that was very similar to Brenda's and that seemed to vibrate nice and hard so that Liz would really be able to get off on it. Hearing them discuss that just about made it impossible to stand at this point, but I persevered. So, with the purchase made, we headed out, and back to the car. It was getting somewhat late and we wanted to pick up some booze on the way home to begin the evening's quest to get as fucked up as possible over the holiday weekend.
On the way home the talk was innocent enough, just normal bullshit between friends. We got up to the area near Brenda's parents' house and hit the state store to get a sufficient amount of liquor so that we would not have to go out again for the night. The thing is, as a college kid, when you finally reach the age of 21, it's hard to adjust to being able to actually buy booze legally. Those first few times, you still think you need to stock up because the opportunity might never come again. So by the time all was said and done, we had about enough booze for 8 people. Rum, vodka, mixers, even some tequila. We were ready.
About fifteen minutes later we made it to Brenda's parents' house. Now, at this point, I think I should describe this place. It was amazing. It was an old farm, as I said before, but the property itself was impressive. There was the old farmhouse (early 1800s) which had been completely remodeled and which the family lived in. Gorgeous house, and I am sure worth a fortune. There was a pond right next to the house (one of two ponds on the 35 plus acres). A large barn was not too far from the house. Half of the barn had been converted into a nice large room with full kitchen and bathroom. The room was huge, perfect for gatherings and perfect for just hanging out. Just beyond the barn was a pool and hot tub. The pool was not enormous, but it was certainly large enough, and the outdoor, in ground hot tub was right next to it.
So we took the booze all out to the room in the barn (it's a nice room, not like you would expect of a room in a barn) since there was a full kitchen and ice, and everything. We mixed up a huge and very strong pitcher of margaritas. In the meantime we had all changed into swimsuits. Nothing too revealing for the girls, unfortunately, but they both looked good in their one-piecers.
Liz is about 5'4" with long brown hair. She's not the model-type body, but she has amazing curves. I always liked girls that were a little fuller than your "perfect" runway girl. And Liz was able to fill out her suit in all the right ways. She had wonderful breasts, that I must admit I had fantasized about more than once, that were approximately 34 Ds. Despite their size, they appeared surprisingly perky.
Brenda is slightly taller than Liz, and much blonder. She has amazing long blonde hair that is the first thing that catches your eye... if you can stop looking at her amazing breasts. While Liz might have fantastic breasts, Brenda's were just unreal. They were a DD, at least. Perky, and firm. Maybe I was biased because they were the only set of the two that I had actually experienced first hand.
So, with me in my swimsuit, and the girls in theirs, we each took a strong margarita in hand, the pitcher in tow, and headed up to the hot tub. It was just starting to get dark and the stars were coming out, and there was a little chill in the air, just a little, despite it being May. The hot tub was already... well... hot. As we expected. And we all slid in together. The tub was really large, so we were all basically on opposite sides of the tub, just relaxing, and drinking away. We talked about school, about people we all knew, and basically had a great time bullshitting and discussing things in our lives. As the time went on, I went back for more margaritas, and other drinks, and we got tipsier, and tipsier. I was actually taking it fairly slow on the drinks, but the girls were just about loaded at this point. I would like to say that this was not my plan and just happened by accident, but I know somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was hoping this would happen.
As I said, it was a pretty relaxed, fun, playful atmosphere, and we were all enjoying ourselves. I decided, being a bit of a goof and a joker, to see what it was like to jump directly into the cold pool after having been in the hot tub. I tried to get the girls to do it as well, but they were quite happy being in the warmth of the tub. Oh, and the pool idea... not a good one. It was REALLY cold.
So, being a man, and a horny one at that, I begin to think of ways that I can take advantage of the fact that there are two hot, drunk women in a hot tub with me. I mean, really, I was thinking to myself, "This is like the beginning of a bad Penthouse letter." I was also hoping I could turn it into the ending of a good letter. But, to be honest, being a horny college guy, I would have just been happy seeing Liz topless, so the wheels started turning. Now the girls were loaded, and they thought I was too, so I knew that I had the "Oh, sorry, just me being a goofy drunk" defense built right in for anything that happened. And I also knew that I could only pull that so many times before certain people (Brenda) might get ticked off.
We were joking about the placement of the jets, and how sitting over them was a rather "pleasant" experience. This was a nice development because, even if fairly innocent, it was sexual nonetheless. At times, even though they were "joking" the girls were obviously letting the jets caress their pussies covered only by a swimsuit. It was turning them on, even if the whole thing was done in fun. And I must admit, a well placed jet didn't feel too bad at all. So I decided to try and kick it up a notch, while trying to keep it fairly innocent, still. Building up slowly to anything that might happen.
