If you've just discovered this series, I'd urge you to read the Prologue to Chapter 1, and maybe even start there. This is a slowly-building series that I'm trying to keep as realistic as possible, the sexual awakening of a shy 18yo boy. But I hope there's enough erotica in each part to keep it interesting, even if you just start here.
Saturday night, 10/15 (continued)
When Nia and her roommate Gabrielle had stopped giggling and whispering in French to each other, Nia topped up our cups with the spiked punch and said, "Let's go upstairs. I have something I want to give you, Mark. And Gabrielle wants to show us some of the sights of Toronto."
On her computer, I guess? Maybe photos she had?
Nia led the way, but somehow Gabrielle had gotten between us, so when we started climbing the stairs I got to,
for science
of course, study Gabrielle's French-Canadian
derriere
. The appropriate word in this situation, I felt.
Then up
another
flight of stairs,
darn the bad luck
. The first flight had been straight up, and the main floor had probably 10 or 11 foot ceilings, affording ample time to study Gabrielle's kinesiology without interruption (translation: without being caught by Nia!). But this next set of stairs was shorter and doubled back on itself with a landing in the middle, so I had to be more careful. I think I averted my eyes in time, but then again, my reflexes were feeling kind of slow. Yeah, I think I'd had too much to drink too fast. (
Sorry, Miss Pullam!
)
Down a short hallway past a few doors on both sides, Nia opened one on the left and we all went in. "
Am I supposed to even be
up
here, Nia? Let alone
in
here?"
"It's okay, Rita trusts you."
"Did she trust me
this morning?
" Nia laughed and Gabrielle belatedly joined her. Just how much had Nia told her downstairs?
The room was a bit larger than my dorm room, so the twin beds didn't need to be lofted. Two small desks, with one computer on a skinny bookshelf between them. I guess they shared it. Nia turned it on and opened up Google, saying something to Gabrielle in French as she did. Gabrielle giggled and looked quickly away from me.
Turning back toward us, Nia asked Gabrielle what Toronto sight she wanted to show us first. "Mmmmm, maybe
this
one?" And Gabrielle turned quickly and flipped the back of her dress up over her derriere! I caught just a glimpse of it, like how you're supposed to look at an eclipse, before instinctually turning away so as not to stare.
Nia busted out laughing and when I snuck a glance at her I found her smiling mischievously at me. I thought I'd be in trouble somehow, like this was a test, or that Gabrielle had done it spontaneously without Nia's knowledge. But as Gabrielle turned back to face me (thankfully dropping her dress in the process), I saw that they were in on this together. And that I wasn't in trouble. And that this promised tour of the sights of Toronto was suddenly much more interesting to me than it had been before.
Nia took off her shirt, and cueing off her, Gabrielle pushed her dress down off her shoulders. Her dainty black bra didn't leave much to the imagination. Probably C-cups after all. Then Nia shimmied out of her skirt and Gabrielle pushed her dress down over her hips until it fell to the floor.
Staring meaningfully into my eyes, Nia moved over to Gabrielle and said to me, "This is what I wanted to give you..." as she put a hand behind Gabrielle's head, who placed her hand likewise behind Nia's, the girls pulled each other together and kissed full on the lips. Then the two young women turned their faces toward me, cheek to cheek, and Nia asked, "Do you like it?"
Holy cow! What do you even
say
to a question like that? Of
course
I liked it! Seeing these two hotties, two different light shades of brown, standing in their underwear, incredible in profile and in the places where their bodies touched, and asking me....
what
? Did I want to
watch
? Did I want
join
them?
And I mean, it was hot for sure, but Nia was my girlfriend, and...
was I jealous?
I'd often conjectured about this, even fantasized about it, Nia being with other girls in the house sexually. But here it was in the flesh (and oh what flesh!), no longer a hypothesis, but presumably a fact. I had to sit on the bed behind me, my head was spinning so. Was it just from the alcohol, or the suddenness of the thing, or the many delicious possibilities?
Nia came over to me, concerned, kneeling in front of me. "Mark?
Are you okay?
I thought you might...enjoy seeing us together. Watching us
be
together. But...."
I took her by the face and drew her up to me, kissing her on the forehead, speaking softly so maybe Gabrielle wouldn't hear, "I love your gift, Nia. It just took me by surprise is all, and the many ramifications of it. The confirmation of some suspicions I've had....the utter sexiness of it. And the alcohol I think." Nia smiled reassuringly at me, happy that I wasn't freaking out or anything. "So....how is this supposed to go?"
"Remember I told you this morning you might meet Simone again? Well, this is much sooner than I'd intended, but when you started asking about Gabrielle being French I thought,
hmmmm
. So I worked this out with Gabby and....
here we are
." She kissed me then, passionately, reassuringly. "
Est-ce bien, Monsieur Mark?"
"It is
très bien
, Simone. I'm happy to see you again so soon. And thank you again for this morning."
"No, no,
no
my young American lover [pronounced 'love-air'], it is I who should be thanking
you
! You made me feel so....how you say....
magnifique!"
Nia then had to go and whisper to Gabby to fill her in about Simone and whatnot. Like a stage manager bringing an actress up to speed on a scene and her part in it, I thought. That settled, Nia was back in character. I didn't know yet who or what Gabby was, which added to the mystique. Because if she was 'just' Gabby, Nia's roommate, that might be awkward. But if she was
someone else
, then there was no telling what the three of us might get up to. I'd found with my girls the night with 'Dominic' that role-playing seems to lower inhibitions. And if Gabby were to lower hers enough to.....it was too delicious to think about, so I just listened to Simone and cued off of her.
"Ah, Monsieur Livingston! Thank you for coming on such short notice to my 'otel room. I 'ave to fly out in the morning and zere is someone special I wanted you to meet.
Zees
--" doing the Vanna White two hands out thing, "--is my lovely assistant, Gabrielle."
"
Bonne soirée
, Monsieur Mark." She even did a little curtsy, which was awkward yet sexy given that she was standing barefoot in her underwear.
"She is the same age as you, I think, 18? Yes, eighteen. So you two can be friends, no?"
"