"Oh no, you can't have brunette-on-brunette," Jessie cut me off. "She needs to be a blond or a redhead." This conversation took place over the phone while I was at work, so I had to be cautious as to my choice of phrasing. Further complicating the matter was the fact that on just the other side of my office wall was my young, light-brown-haired employee whom I was just talking about, having suggested her to my other brunette friend over the phone as a potential partner in our escapades. What I thought was an a natural choice apparently didn't qualify, though.
Abby, my employee but friend long before I hired her, had been involved with me for a couple months now. We had done some pretty intense things together, but our episodes had become almost non-existent over the past couple weeks. It was just as well, though, since she was getting married at the end of the month anyway. However, what really caused me to get over Abby was the girl calling me from my apartment, my best friend of 10 years who had shown up unexpectedly about two weeks ago, resulting in nearly non-stop sex since then, punctuated by a five-man gangbang that first weekend.
Jessie would be in town for just a few more days before she picked up her toddler son from her parents and headed back south to attempt to patch up her relationship with her husband in a marriage that showed signs of trouble for the past two years. However, I knew committing to her husband was the right thing to do, and obviously I couldn't expect her to abandon all her responsibility and the life she'd started with him to just be the object of my lustful fantasies, but it was fun while it lasted. At least we had time for one more exploit.
Exasperated, I told Jessie that Abby was the only real prospect I had. I was frustrated because it was Jessie who had suggested using Abby in the first place after Jessie was clued in on the fact that Abby had actually been the original selection for the fun my buddies and I had a week ago. After I was unable to pull the trigger on Abby, though, Jessie arrived on the scene dues ex machina. After pulling off such a wild night with my favorite female, one can only imagine my excitement when Jessie not only implied that she had experienced lesbian sex before, but also that she was interested in reviving that part of her sexuality with the only other girl with whom I'd tested the boundaries of debauchery. Now, though, I couldn't figure out why such a minor detail such as hair color would interfere with my hope.
"We're going to do this right," Jessie said, a playful tone in her voice. "I have a friend in mind."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" I replied with relief.
Nothing went down until a couple days later, just as Jessie was all but ready to head back out of town, but I met Pamela that very night after Jessie and I had that conversation on the phone. Jessie and I met up with her friend at a coffee shop in the later evening, and, upon first inspection, I have to say I was pleased. Pamela was a little older than I expected, probably 35 or so, but not too old by a long shot for Jessie and me, who were still on the rock-and-roll side of 30. Pamela was very hot in my estimation, and, beside, the older I got, the more I was attracted to women who had a few years on me.
Pamela was a tiny thing, maybe 5'0" with a pale, thin frame, but her ass and rack were quite round and full for a girl her size. She also had big green eyes and, of course, chin-length blond hair. Jessie told me that Pamela had two kids as well, but her body didn't show it.
My new friend either took an instant liking to me or was a huge slut, but I didn't care. We didn't even have our drinks yet before she told me she wanted to fuck me. I got only pieces of her story, but she shared that she was comfortably bisexual and took a liking to Jessie as soon as the two met a couple years ago. I wondered if Pamela knew the awful, ungodly things I'd done with Jessie and how jealous she must be if she did know.
As much as I would have liked to have just brought Pamela home that night with Jessie to do all sorts of terrible stuff with them, we instead simply set a time on that coming Friday for Pamela to come over to my apartment. As Pamela left out the coffee shop, I assured Jessie that she'd made a great choice.
The next couple days were excruciating. I was very unproductive, since my mind was fixated on the coming Friday night. My brain jumped between memories with Jessie and expectations with Pamela. To be honest, though I wasn't really sure what to expect. I hoped to at least watch Jessie and Pamela play and then get a piece of one or both of them myself.
Close of business on Friday finally came. My focus was intently on this evening's festivities, but they were still a long way off, as far as I was concerned. I left the office before 4:30 pm, but Pamela wouldn't be coming over until 10:30 pm. Jessie didn't even come home until after 9 pm, which I think actually helped calm my excitement. I think having to interact with her the whole time would have just heightened the tension, which was already high enough. When she did come back to the apartment, Jessie spent the next hour in the bedroom to put away the bags she'd carried in from shopping that day and then finished packing what few belongings she'd brought to my apartment for these couple weeks before she would be heading back to her husband the following day.
The constant sex had tapered down over the last week, and we'd barely touched each other the past couple days in preparation for Pamela tonight. Needless to say, I was ready to go by the time Jessie finally came out of the bedroom, the clock showing a little past 10 pm. She was already dressed for action, giving me an instant boner. Had it not been for the promise of something potentially even more fun in a little bit, I would have ravished Jessie right then and there.
Of course, Jessie donned high heel shoes, which were probably six inches high. They were silver and open-toe, revealing her cute, pink toenails. As my eyes traveled up, I saw her navy blue miniskirt and a gray top that barely covered anything, leaving her stomach and shoulders bare while revealing a bit of cleavage. It never ceased to amaze me how Jessie always found the right way to accentuate her slender frame. Finally, I was captivated by her bright brown eyes, wide smile and luscious brown hair, which she had curled a bit and curved around her face.
We tried to keep the conversation casual as we waited eagerly in the living room. Jessie seemed a little anxious, but she kept any qualms to herself. She did mention it had been about seven or eight years since the last time she'd had sex with a girl, and never had she done it in front of anyone. Thankfully, the suspense was cut short by a text from Pamela to Jessie to announce Pamela's arrival almost 10 minutes early. Jessie asked me to get the door, and I happily got up from my seat to greet my new friend.
