We knocked on the door and Angie called her name. Wendy opened the door. She was in a pink flannelette night gown, printed with small brown teddy-bear motifs all ways around, all over it. It appeared a bit childish, but it seemed to suit her well enough.
"Were you expecting us?" Angie asked, smirking.
"Not really," Wendy replied, completely missing the tease, but she smiled. She seemed very pleased to see us.
"Are you Ok?" I asked. She looked unsure of what to say. "I think I understand," I told her, sympathetically.
She put on a brave smile. "A bit sore, but... Yes, I'm Ok. I'm glad you came to see me though," she smiled.
She climbed up onto the bed and we sat together talking for a while, about what had been happening at school, what she had missed in class, and all sorts of girl gossip. Angie told her she felt sorry about what had happened at the weekend, but I got the distinct impression from some of the looks that she was giving, that her apologies weren't all that sincere. In fact, from the way she was looking at Wendy, it made me think she'd probably like to carry on from where they had left off. It wasn't too long before my suspicion was proven to be right.
"Will you be back at school tomorrow?" I eventually asked her.
"I'm not sure," she said, lying back and raising her arms to rest her head back in her clasped hands, as she gave Angie an inviting smile.
As she did so, her nightgown rode up to reveal high up her slender, bare thighs. Angie and I looked at one another.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Waiting for you to join me," she smiled.
Angie and I gave each other a curious look, then Angie shrugged and smiled. "Well?" she asked. "What are we waiting for?"
I shrugged in agreement.
We laid down beside her, sandwiching her between us, and she just lay there for a few moments, doing nothing.
It was Angie who was first to move, placing a hand on Wendy's tummy.
"Are you sure you're up to this?" I asked her.
She turned to me and smiled. "Up to what?" she replied, feigning an innocent look. I said nothing, but just looked back at her. She just smiled, adding, in a whisper, "I am for you."
It made me feel warm inside, but it was plain to see that Angie wasn't best pleased. Despite her obvious annoyance, she didn't comment. Instead she moved her hand up to cup one of Wendy's firm young breasts, stroking it lovingly through the fluffy, cotton fabric of her nightie. Wendy responded by raising her arms even higher, allowing the nightie to ride up even further.
Now I could clearly see the pink patterned panties with the tiny teddy-bear motifs that she was wearing. They matched her nightie perfectly.
'My God,' I thought. 'She wants us to take her. Right here in her bedroom, with her mam downstairs and all.'
My pulse was racing. She was a beautiful young thing, ripe and fresh, and from what Angie had told me she was sweet and tasty too. I had been sorely tempted at the weekend when the three of them had spread her out across the breakfast table, but a sense of loyalty and compassion for Ges had stopped me then.
Now there was no such deterrent. I reached across her body to fondle the other breast, my arm and Angie's crossing over her tummy, and she moaned softly. Every now and then she would turn her head to one side or the other, sharing her kisses as fairly as she could.
We lay there like that for a while, the three of us, exchanging kisses and cuddles as Angie and I lay across her arms, fondling her body, while she closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, writhing gently as our fingers teased and tormented her to distraction.
She parted her knees and Angie's hand instantly moved down to cup her pussy mound, her expert middle finger working into the wet slit through her panties, causing Wendy to kiss me more and more fervently.
If her mother hadn't been downstairs, I'm sure we would have seen no reason not to fuck her brains out right there and then, but for a moment a sense of moral danger stopped me.
"What if your mam comes up?" I whispered.
I could almost see the thoughts running across her mind, terminating at the precise moment when the idea popped into her head. She leapt from the bed to open a cupboard door next to the bedroom door that led to the hallway. "If she tries the door," Wendy told us, her voice lowered, "it will catch the cupboard handle and won't open. She won't be able to see in. I'll have to get up to let her in," she smiled.
"Fiendishly clever," I giggled.
She returned to the bed, stretching out between us again, and we resumed our full attention to her. This time, however, as she laid herself down, Angie hoisted the nightie up under her arms to expose her semi-naked body. The only thing she she had on beneath the nightie was the matching flannelette panties, smattered with teddy bears.
Angie looked into her eyes and Wendy smiled as my long-time lover lowered her open mouth to one bare breast, pushing my hand away as she did so. Wendy let out a soft moan, almost certainly in response to Angie's tongue, which I presumed was exercising it's appreciable skills in teasing the lovely dark nipple into a stiff little bobble.
Wendy turned to me with a wanton look in her eyes, and I was in no doubt about what it was that she wanted. I reached over to kiss her gently and her arm crossed over to grip me behind the neck, pulling my mouth to hers and kissing back with keen interest.
My hand seemed to find it's own way to her thigh, which rose to meet me, the stroking fingers advancing slowly, instinctively toward her groin.
"I had no idea you were like this," I told her.
"Like what?"
"Promiscuous?" I teased, with a wink and a smile.
"I wasn't until last week, when I met Angie's mum."
"And it all changed then, did it?"
"Very soon after. Thursday was my eighteenth, and she gave me a present." I thought that she meant the trimmer, which Angie had told me about, until she added with a smile, "One that I'll never forget."
"Then she came to visit on Fwiday, and we all gave her one," Angie smirked, apparently congratulating herself over the contrived double etendre.
"Just one?" I challenged, with a pathetic scowl.
She looked annoyed, but said nothing in return.
"And now, you don't know how to stop?" I asked sympathetically, kissing her again. This time it was my hand that pushed Angie's away to reach for those perfect young breasts.
"Now I don't want to," she sighed. "I've never felt anything like this. I just love it," she moaned softly. "I've been doing it for myself ever since," she admitted, "thinking of you," she added in a whisper.
"My turn," came Angie's voice back again, and in a moment Wendy had released me, turning her head toward my first lover.
"If only I'd known," I told her, smiling, as Angie took her from me.
"Kiss me," she said, looking toward me, as Angie's lips closed on hers.
"How?" I asked, obviously confused.
She struggled to speak for a moment. "Do it for me. Down there," she replied at last, parting her knees. "I want to feel your tongue in me," she mumbled, her mouth quickly smothered again by Angie's ravenous, licking kisses.
I looked down to see the dark, damp patch in the gusset of her flannelette panties. Angie continued with her kiss as I moved down to grip the elasticated waistband of her pretty flannelette panties, and she closed her legs momentarily to allow them to slide down past the knees, raising one foot to release them from the elastic, before spreading her legs wide.
"Hide them under the bed," Wendy whispered. "Don't want mum catching me with them off, do we," she giggled.
I slipped the panties under the edge of the bed, then stroked my way back up her thighs as I brought my face close to the open crotch, inhaling the sweet scent of her fresh young pussy. But it didn't look all that fresh now. It was darkened and red around the labia, and still looked quite sore.
"Doesn't this hurt?" I asked.
Angie gave me another dirty look.
"Not too bad now," Wendy said softly. "Maybe you could kiss it better for me?"
"Better than who?" I joked.
"Better than me I shouldn't wonder," Angie added, in a slightly caustic, but definitely sarcastic tone.
It seemed that there was an element of jealousy there too. I had always loved Angie, but I was now experiencing a similar emotion toward Wendy, and she seemed to be reciprocating that. I still loved Angie, of course, but my feelings toward Wendy were growing too. And then there was Ges, of course. What about her? Sure, I felt a deep attraction to Ges too, but did I love her? I couldn't be sure.
Could it be that I loved all three of them? Even simple Ges? Ges was without doubt, sex crazy, but I felt there was a deep sense of love from her too. I certainly had lots of fun with her. More so than with Angie of late. Angie had been less loving toward me in recent weeks. Perhaps she was tiring of me? Maybe it was time to move on?
I turned my thoughts back to the pretty girl before me. This was someone I could happily move on with. She seemed so sweet and innocent and her youthful beauty was quite enchanting. I brought my lips close to the sore looking vulva and inhaled. Her pussy smelled delicious, it was hard to think of it as anything other than sweet, fluid covered candy. I brushed one cheek against the soft skin at the top of her thighs, kissing, lapping, sucking at the tender flesh, devouring the sweet, salty flavour of her beautiful bare crotch.
