I had lived with my first really serious girlfriend, Pamela, for around 18 months when the following events I'm going to relate occurred.
I'd met Pam whilst working in a bar during a college year. We'd gotten on right from the start - she loved to party, and we clubbed many nights after work. Though outgoing, she was quite a private person when it came to sex. I'd found out that although many tried, only one guy before me had gotten into her pants properly and that had been a serious relationship lasting some 2 years - her first real love.
So when I finally managed to get things on a sexual basis she was really keen and a fantastic lover. She was 22, tall (about five feet seven or eight) and had the type of body which appealed to me - long shapely legs and a full 36c bust. Coupled with long dark hair, big brown eyes and lovely sallow skin she was the sort of girl who keeps customers at a bar until closing time. Her personality was outgoing and she was chatty with everyone. When it got round that I was indeed shagging her on a regular basis I was offered many incentives to spill the beans - I could've drunk free for a year if I'd wanted to tell all.
But I kept it to myself. Didn't want to spoil the fun. We eventually got a flat together, but still kept on with the bar work to get through college.
Pam had one very good friend called Lorri, a 24 year old babe. Not quite as good-looking as Pam (who was, and I'd say that anyway wouldn't I?), but Lorri was a similar personality type - shy but you could sense the fun bubbling under.
She had a short light brown bob, a high-cheekboned sweet face and long legs like Pam's. Her boobs were her best asset, though - her slim frame held high two lovely full melons, which always drew guys' eyes like a magnet. You couldn't help yourself - she was just in possession of those kind of tits which make you sit up and take notice. They're a rare thing as you'll all know and when your girl's got a friend with a set then it's happy days and someone's always welcome to come round.
For a while Lorri started appearing in the pub, sitting at the bar for a few hours and drinking, for her, quite heavily. There would be the usual girl-girl conversations carried out in great secrecy. Turns out her slimeball boyfriend was cheating on her - not for the first time - and she was confiding/pouring her troubles out to Pam.
Now I knew the guy, and why he'd cheat on a piece of ass like he had at home I just didn't know. Plus, I also got to see the chicks he was cheating with - working in a popular bar gives you the access - and not one was a patch on Lorri. It was pretty peculiar and I had to admit he was being a bit of a dick.
So Pamela tells me all this and I do the guy thing of tutting, etc, saying how terrible it must be for Lorri - all that. Then Pam goes a bit further and confides that Lorri thinks it must be because she's not very sexually adventurous. Apparently, she has trouble loosening up enough to let herself get into it. It was an eyebrow raiser to see such a hot ticket and know she had inhibitions.
So Pam takes Lorri out one night to drown her sorrows, etc. I was working til closing time, and then headed home thinking I'd be in bed long before Pam got in from clubbing.
I took a shower and sat about in a robe, supping a beer and watching the music channels, just chilling before hitting the sack.
I was susrprised to hear the front door open and more surprised to hear Pam's voice call on me. She came through to the living room where I was sitting, slightly unsteady on her high heels with - surprise number three - Lorri in tow.
The girls had gone for a meal, downed a couple of bottles of wine, hit the bars and then a club. But Lorri's gook of a boyfriend was also in the club and she didn't want to make a scene, so Pam had trailed her back to our place for late night drinks.
They opened another bottle of wine between them and settled down on the three-seater couch across from me. They chatted a bit amongst themselves while I watched Tv and then Pam got giggly and asked me if I was expecting company, given the way I was dressed in only my white bathrobe. I made a crack about flashing at the window which amused them both. I watched them giggle - realised Pam was wearing a great short black dress under her little cardigan with a pair of hold-up black stockings. She looked damn hot. I felt a stirring, wondered if she would be up for some fun later.
I switched to Lorri, clocked her terrific bare legs shuffling together as she squirmed with laughter on the couch. She was in white, her short skirt and halter top a contrast to Pam's colour scheme, or lack of. Lorri was also showing a lot more flesh - that top displayed a great cleavage and bare shoulders. Those big tits juddered ever so gently and I couldn't help crack a devilish smile.
"What's got you?" asked Pam.
"You two look great," I said.
"Thanks Andy, but I'm sure that big split in your 'dress' beats our outfits for sexiness, easily," laughed Lorri.
So she was having a good time. Excellent. I laughed along with the girls.
Pam said, "I should have phoned you, Andy, and then you could have flashed us at the window instead of some stranger. . ."
"Yeah, very funny. You two might have fainted given the amount you've had to drink."
"Drink doesn't knock me out," answered Pam with a devilish smile, "Just makes me horny. . ."
Wow, maybe I was right about getting some, I reckoned.
"Lorri shrieked at her friend's audacity, then giggled, "Me, too, Pam.. ."
"So we would have been amused to see you show your wares at the window, darling," Pam smiled at me.
"Ah, dear," I joked, "Guess you're just too late. Missed one hell of a show."
"So who were you wagging your big dick at? The old lady across the street?"
"Ha-ha," I said sarcastic. "My dick's not as big as yours. . ."
"Huh," Pam looked puzzled, drunk.
"Your rabbit. You left it under your pillow. . ."
Lorri hooted, "You've got a vibrator!"
Pam shrugged it off. "Yeah. So. You haven't?"
Lorri blushed now. I thought they might have shared such knowledge but evidently not. "Well, no...not yet. . ." Lorri managed to mumble.
"You want to see mine? Don't worry, it's clean."
Before Lorri could answer, Pam shot through to our bedroom. I smiled at Lorri. She went redder and said, "Does she use it a lot?"
"Guess so," I smiled. "I bought her it for Christmas for when she's too tired for a shag or I'm out. . ."
Lorri gasped, I laughed. She was easily shocked; her shyness couldn't hide for long behind alcohol.
Pam came back in waving her pink toy with the 'ears' and the bit full of little marbles or something. "Here," she said, offering it to Lorri who reached out rather tentatively. "Oh, for goodness' sake," said Pam, "It washes. It's perfectly clean." She threw it at Lorri then sat down and gulped her wine.
Lorri inspected the toy and a broad smile broke out. "Feels strange. . .Soft. um, what's it feel like?. .You know..."
"They're the best bit," said Pam pointing at the ears. But it's all good. . ." She grabbed it, turned it on and in one swift movement stuck it into Lorri's cleavage.
The girls burst out laughing. Lorri lay back against the couch in a fit of giggles, staring at the pink vibrator wiggling around between her tits. It made her chest wobble quite dramatically. I was loving it. A bit too much - I felt the honourable member stir and stiffen. I quickly slid a hand down over my crotch, holding the thin robe in place.
But Pam spotted me. She howled with amusement and pointed. "Not the only tool working, is it?"
I put a leg up across my knee to cover the bulge. Lorri said, "What? What's happening?" and followed Pam's direction. She dropped her jaw open and uttered, "Oh, my..."
"Yeah, right, you two," I said. "Can't expect a grown man to watch two hot women play with a vibrator and not get affected, okay..."
"Oh, we're hardly doing a thing," Pam jibed. "You're just a dirty bastard. Bet you're imagining your dick where that vibe is right now..."
"Pam!" shrieked Lorri, disbelieving, but tickled.
She was right though. The thought had definitely crossed my mind, and lower down. Or is it one and the same?... "Well I wouldn't make as much of an impression on Lorri's boobies as that thing," I said with a grin.
Lorri checked herself - pulled out the rabbit. I'd noticed the pale flesh of her cleavage reddening as the vibrator buzzed away. "Oh damn," she said, tutting. Then pulled down her top to get a better look.
Just like that, as if my dreams were suddenly being answered by some genie, her tits fell out of the thin top. She wasn't wearing a bra. In her half-drunk state she'd been too clumsy, tugged with both hands, too far down. I was staring, slavering at two incredible buoyant, ski-slope titties, each perfectly full and ripe with pink dollar-sized nipples which were jutting out a good couple of centimetres. Lorri screamed at her mistake. Pamela cracked up, hugging herself in hysterics as she wriggled on the couch. I was like a kid who's just found out Santa is real, first-hand.
Lorri attempted to get her big tits back in. She was again too hurried, she snapped the thin strap on her left shoulder as she scooped those beauties. It took her ten long seconds to get her chest under control and then she sat there beaming red, hands cupping each renegade breast under her top. "Oh. My. God." She said, mortified. "Sorry, Pamela. . ."
Pam calmed down her mirth. "Sorry? Don't be sorry. . .What for? You just gave Andy a great thrill. Look at his dick..."
Huh? She snapped me from my lust. I gazed after the girls' eyes - straight down at my crotch. I'd sat forward to witness the spectacle and had forgotten about my own wayward organ. I'm not overly-endowed but there's a healthy seven inches there and under these extreme conditions of sexual arousal it might just have been a few centimetres bigger. Certainly was throbbing away and tenting my robe. Goddamn. I resumed my previous laid-back position, leg up to conceal the beast.
"Aww," said Pam, mocking. "You're spoiling our view."
"Couldn't help it. .. "
"Let us see, then..."
"That'll be right, Pam," I said, frowning at her.
She continued to tease me. "Give us a show..."
"Beat it."
"Yes, good idea - you beat it, we'll watch..."
That cracked the two of them up. Lorri laughed hard, slamming back against the couch. The impact had a great effect on her weakened top - the broken strap failed to keep her left tit in place. Once more I got a view of that bouncing beauty as it popped out again, nipple rigid.
"Oh, shit!" Lorri yelped.
