Turning the key in the lock on Ella's door, I walked in, only to see her on the bed, speaking with another girl. This girl had a short, cropped, black haircut, and matching black eyes. Her skin was pale white, like mine, and her smile was bright crimson. She wore... nothing, and neither did Ella. Then, I forgot. It was Skin-Saturday.
Ella made a quick glance at me and stood, her perfect breasts perky. "You gotta strip Immy. Let me introduce you to my friend, Wendy G. Wendy, this is Imogen, but I call her Immy."
Wendy stood, too, with a few inches on Ella. She smiled, and said, "Hey, Immy." Her voice was so sweet, and her eyes so penetrating. "Nude, though. We need you nude to continue."
Ella had made a special call to me for a reason. She wanted a threesome. My jeans, shirt, bra, underwear, and shoes were all off in mere minutes. "I love Skin-Saturday." I said aloud, allowing a laugh between the three of us. "So, where do we start?" I asked, and was answered by Wendy's feet padding across the hardwood floor and pushing my against the door, breaking my pursed lips with her tongue. She worked wonders with that thing. It was so long, too, that I was wet just kissing her.
Ella cleared her throat. "Wendy, c'mon, we should start with a 70." She winked.
Wendy nodded. "A 69 with a person watching," She pulled away from me, but not before adding a little gruff grab to my ass. A little drop of juice ran down my leg. These girls were amazing.
Ella laid down on the bed, and before they began, she curved her finger, motioning me to sit by her side, to watch, to be the 7. Wendy climbed onto the bed after me, and laid upside down on Ella, her pussy in Ella's face and vise versa.
Wendy, making a rule, said, "No masturbating, Immy, unless we tell you that you can." She giggled with Ella. "Start." She breathed.