Chapter 2: Sharing
Missy didn't wear pants as we walked over to Julie's apartment.
Missy was a petite lady with long blonde hair. She was quite a sight wearing nothing but a white t-shirt. By holding it down she had managed to mostly cover herself. In the front the t-shirt came just low enough to hide her pretty blonde bush. This came at the cost of it being higher in back, revealing the curves of her well rounded ass, still red from the spanking I had just given her. It also pulled the white fabric tight against her perky little breasts, making her hard nipples very visible.
It had been my idea for Missy to leave her sweat-pants back at her place rather than put them back on after her spanking. She went along with it. Missy and Julie, my fiancée, lived in the same apartment building, which was entirely populated by young artists and college students upset that they had missed the '60s by a generation. It was a short walk and there was no one there to be particularly offended by the sight of Missy pants-less.
We made it to Julie's door without any trouble, though the urge to bend Missy over the balcony railing and bang the hell out of her had been almost irresistible. I managed mostly by thinking about how disappointed Julie would be if she missed any more of the fun.
Needless to say, my fiancée and I had a non-traditional relationship. At the time, we hadn't really defined exactly what that meant, but it definitely meant she didn't mind if I messed around a little, as long as I came home to her. She had known all along that I had a thing for Missy, who I had dated in college. As it happened, Julie had a thing for Missy too. That was why I didn't want Julie to feel left out. Still, if Julie hadn't been home I don't think I would have been able to hold back. Fortunately, she had just gotten back. She was just setting her stuff down when we got there.
"Hi," Julie said without really looking at us. "What have you guys been up to?"
"Your boyfriend just gave me a good hard spanking," Missy answered huskily.
"What?" Julie turned to look us, obviously caught a little off guard.
"A good hard spanking," Missy repeated. "He made me cum. Now I want him inside me."
Julie's jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. Missy had released her hold on the bottom of her t-shirt, causing it to rise up around her waist. I watched as Julie's eyes traveled along Missy's bare legs and stopped at her lovely blonde bush.
"I didn't want you to be left out," I told Julie with a smile.
Julie stepped closer, her eyes still wide, and asked Missy, "You're ok with this?"
"Are you?" Missy said.
In retrospect, I know some kind of serious and important conversation was going here. At the time, I was oblivious to anything except the sight of Julie and Missy standing so close their bodies were almost touching. Julie was taller and Missy was looking up at her innocently. Missy is the only person I've ever known who could stand there, wearing only a t-shirt, her ass red from a spanking, and look up at someone innocently.
The silent communication between the two women lasted a long moment, then Julie leaned down and kissed Missy hungrily on the lips. I watched them kiss, their bodies pressed against each other, their mouths locked together. Then Julie reached over and pulled me into the circle of their embrace. Everything became very clumsy and confusing. I was kissing Julie, then Missy. They were kissing each other or we were all trying to kiss each other at once.
Later we would find Julie's skirt and my shirt on the kitchen floor. Missy's t-shirt would be found on the kitchen table, tossed there by three sets of hands. Julie's top made it as far as the doorway to the living room/ bed room of her tiny apartment. I managed to disentangle myself long enough to struggle with the buttons of my jeans. The ladies tumbled together onto Julie's bed, laughing.
Missy was completely naked; her long blonde hair was tousled around her pretty face. Julie had a hand on one of Missy's perky breasts, her thumb brushing the little, bud-like nipple. Julie's other hand rested on Missy's waist, just above her lovely round ass. Julie's hair was a darker blonde than Missy's, cut shorter and spread across the mattress where she had fallen. Missy, with deft movements that spoke of experience, had undone Julie's bra. She tossed it aside, releasing Julie's full breasts. Missy lowered her head and started to lick and suck on Julie's nipples, while her hands moved to push Julie's panties down off her hips.
With what one friend had once described as a shit-eating grin on my face, I hastily pulled off my clothes and climbed into the bed beside them. As I did, I noticed that the blinds over Julie's windows were still up. Julie, not known for her sense of modesty, had placed her bed directly in front of a set of big bay windows that overlooked one of the town's main thoroughfares. Cars were zipping steadily by not ten feet from all this crazy nakedness. I hope they enjoyed the view.
The girls had switched places so that Julie was now on top. Her panties were gone and her firm, muscular ass was up in the air as she lowered her face toward Missy's chest. Tentatively at first, this being the first time for her, Julie licked and nuzzled Missy's breasts.
