“Claire,” said Tricia, “I’ve told Joe about last weekend. I hope that’s okay. And he’s knows that I know about you watching us before as well.”
She blushed a little. “Yes, of course it’s okay. I’m not ashamed of it, it was wonderful.” Her eyes glanced between Tricia and me. “And I’m just as interested as you two in us all going to bed together, so don’t think you’re talking me into anything I don’t want to do by getting me drunk!”
We all laughed, any lingering tensions gone now, and clinked glasses together. “To us,” cried Tricia, “and may we have a fantastic evening!”
One bottle of wine later, we were falling into the back of a taxi and Trish was giving directions home. I slipped my arm around Claire’s waist, and hugged her close to me. She looked up into my eyes, and winked. Tricia leaned against me from the other side, and stretched to kiss me on the cheek. I caught the taxi driver looking into his rear view mirror, and could only imagine what he was thinking.
We got out of the taxi at the corner of Tricia’s road, and she asked me to buy another bottle of wine from the shop. “We’ll just get ourselves comfortable, I’ll leave the front door open for you,” she said. Grinning, I strolled the short distance to the off license, and bought two bottles of wine. The front door was indeed open when I got back, and I stepped quietly into the house. There was nobody downstairs, so I grabbed a corkscrew and three glasses, and made my way up to Tricia’s room. Her door was half open – I peered round it curiously.
The first thing I noticed was that the candles had all been lit again – although it was only about six o’clock it had been dark for over an hour already. Looking over to the bed, I saw Tricia and Claire, lying side by side in a similar position to the previous weekend, Claire’s back to me, Tricia’s arm across her waist. They had taken their coats and boots off, but were otherwise dressed, and were kissing, gently, Claire’s right hand stroking Tricia’s face and hair. I stood back, quietly observing for a minute or so, but a small shift in my position made a couple of the glasses chink together, and they knew I was standing there. Claire glanced over her shoulder, and, given away, I stepped fully into the room. “I see,” I said, “couldn’t wait for me, eh?”
Tricia sat up. “Well we just needed a real man to help us off with our clothes,” she joked.
“That’s not what you told me about last week!” I smiled back. “Tell you what, I’ll just open this wine, and if you really need a hand then I’m only over here.” I sat down on Tricia’s armchair, kicked off my shoes, put the glasses on the floor and pretended to busy myself with opening the wine. Tricia shrugged her shoulders, and pulled Claire down on the bed beside her once more. They kissed again, and I noticed their feet were intertwined, which somehow made my heart miss a beat as I realised for the first time how much they were both into this – they really wanted to be touching each other.
Claire rolled over onto her back, and Tricia leant up over her, running her hand down over her chest and across the front of her thighs. She bent her head to kiss Claire’s tits, and I shifted in my seat, allowing my erection a little room in my jeans. Stroking Claire’s forehead, Tricia slowly began to unbutton her friend’s shirt, bending her neck to kiss down the line the buttons originally covered, finally pulling the material back to reveal Claire’s bra covered breasts. Tricia eased the shirt off her shoulders, and Claire sat slightly up to let Trish pull the garment from underneath her. “You have the most fantastic tits, babe,” I heard Tricia say quietly.
Claire smiled, and reached up to pull at Tricia’s shirt buttons. “It’s not a fair comparison when we can’t see yours,” she said, as Trish shrugged her top off. I leaned forward – it was a tough call. I loved Tricia round, full tits, but Claire’s, a little smaller, seemed to stand perkily forward, asking to be touched. Tricia reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, and Claire did the same. Both girls smiled as, at the same time, they pulled their bras over their arms, and discarded them on the floor. Once more, Tricia sank back down towards her friend, and their lips met. The sight of those gorgeous tits squashed together made me shift uncomfortably in my seat once more, my erection becoming more and more insistent.
Tricia’s arm had snaked down Claire’s side, and had made its way to her stomach. I saw her fingertips disappear below the waistband of Claire’s jeans, teasingly, before she deftly undid the top button. Claire threw her head back, and Tricia bent to kiss her exposed neck, leaving me with a glorious view of Claire’s chest, large nipples standing proud and erect as Tricia moved her mouth down towards them. She cupped Claire’s right breast gently, as if deciding what to do, and, making up her mind, bent forward to kiss around the aureole, finally placing the tip of her tongue on the nipple and lapping lightly at it. Claire let out a low groan, and Tricia, sensing her need, pushed her head down and took the nipple fully into her mouth, sucking so deeply I could see her cheeks dimple. “Yeah, yeah,” Claire was gasping for breath as Tricia moved over to the other breast, giving the same gentle then rough treatment.
Tricia edged further down the bed, laying her head on her friends stomach and, for the first time since I sat down, looking straight at me. Kissing Claire’s soft belly, she pulled at the other three buttons of her jeans and slid her fingers under her black knickers, causing Claire to give an involuntary gasp. It was wonderful to watch Tricia’s smiling face as she pushed Claire’s jeans down a little, helped by Claire raising her hips and kicking her lower legs. Facing me again, Tricia ran her tongue lightly across Claire’s waist and over her hipbone, kneeling up triumphantly as the jeans finally hit the floor. I looked admiringly at Claire’s long, shapely legs, which Tricia was stroking gently with the back of her hand now. Should I stand? I wanted to take Tricia’s skirt off, but she seemed to have everything under control. I decided to stay where I was for a little longer.
Tricia’s head was around Claire’s knee level now, and she suddenly swung her right leg over Claire’s body, kneeling up over her with her back to Claire’s face. I couldn’t really see Claire’s hands from where I was sitting, but I guessed from the expression on Tricia’s face that they were under her skirt, stroking her legs, or maybe even higher. She bent forward and kissed Claire’s thighs once more, and then pushed her hand firmly into Claire’s knickers, pulling them down enough to expose the bush of light brown hair. I could see Tricia’s fingers moving underneath the material, rubbing gently around Claire’s mound, a smile of concentration on Tricia’s face.
Claire’s hands were outside Tricia’s skirt now, trying to locate the zipper. Trish helped her, pulling the zip down, and, not wanting to move from where she was, she pulled the skirt up and over her torso. I was a little taken aback to see that she didn’t have any knickers on – perhaps that was why she’d been smiling before, when Claire had first put her hands inside her skirt it would have surprised her too. Tricia moved her arse a little further back, Claire placing her hands on Tricia’s hips to pull her towards her face. “Joe, I think I need help taking the rest of Claire’s clothes off,” Tricia said, pointing me towards Claire’s spread legs and making my mind up for me.
I stood up, adjusting my hard cock as I stepped towards the bed. I ran my hands from Claire’s ankles up to the tops of her thighs, and then up towards Tricia’s bent knees, thighs, stomach, tits. She had her hands on top of her head, tits thrust forward as Claire stroked and kissed her arse, and she looked more beautiful to me than ever. I kissed her lips gently, and she pulled my head to her, hungrily kissing back. We broke off, and I ran my hands over her neck, down across her chest, pinching her nipples lightly as I trailed lower. My hand slid across her belly and towards her triangle of brown hair, quickly finding her slippery slit and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. She groaned, and pushed my hand away. “Claire’s still got clothes on.” I smiled at her, and knelt on the floor beside the bed. My hands slowly made their way across Claire’s stomach, and she raised her hips, wanting to be as naked at Tricia. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers, and slowly slid them down her legs. Bending forward, I kissed the inside of her calves, and her legs spread wide apart to welcome the touch. I looked up, partly to check that Tricia was okay with me fondling another girl – we’d talked about this but neither of us had done it before, and I wanted that reassurance. She was kneeling up, and I could see her pink cunt lips between her legs, and behind that, Claire’s tongue probing her arsehole. She was about as okay with this as it gets, I thought, and went back to kissing my way up Claire’s legs.
