I came to the band room promptly after school, instrument in hand. All of my band friends were there, along with Amanda and Frances. Frances was gorgeous. She was about 5'5" with curly hair that went every which way, a nice smile, and mocha skin that was common among Puerto Ricans. She was a violist with a bit of a temper. Amanda was, about the same height as Frances. She had creamy skin, hazel eyes, rosy cheeks, and long dirty-blonde hair. She was the resident cellist. I walked over to them.
"Hi, Amanda. Hi, Frances." I said.
"Hey, Danielle." Frances replied.
"Hello, Danielle." Amanda said, grinning.
"Why does Ms. Thompson want to see us after school?" Frances innocently asked. Amanda and I exchanged a look. We knew why, but she didn't. How could we explain it to her?
"Uhm...you'll soon see." Amanda said, trying to smooth things over without giving everything away. This answer seemed to be sufficient for Frances, and we passed the time with idle chatter. Frances left Amanda and me alone to talk to her other friends.
"I take it you know why we've been invited to hang out with Ms. Thompson after school, yes?" I asked.
"Yeah...I've been going to her after school for a few weeks now. But it just didn't seem right without you. I've missed you nights..." She trailed off and stared into my eyes. She gave me a hug, which I returned.
"Uhm...guys?" We pulled apart as Frances approached. "What are you guys doing?" She asked. Amanda and I exchanged a glance, but were saved from an awkward conversation by the entrance of Ms. Thompson.
"Hi, ladies! Are you ready to go?" She beamed at us.
"Sure." I said, and headed out to the car.
"Yep!" Amanda replied, and followed my lead.
"...Yeah, I guess..." Frances followed us, a little wary of what fate might befall her. We put our things in the trunk. I sat in the backseat with Amanda, while Frances sat in the front with Ms. Thompson. We rode away from the school happy it was the weekend.
"Hey, Amanda," I whispered, "do you remember when we first talked about doing something like this with Ms. Thompson?"
She giggled, "Yeah...it always made me hot to think about her that way. I wonder what she has in store for Frances." I grinned and turned to watch the scenery go by out the window. She put her hand on my knee, and I turned to face her. "Danielle..."
"Yeah?"
"I've really missed you." Tears began to form in her eyes.
"But I thought you were happier with that guy..."
"I wasn't. I've missed you." Her eyes bore into mine.
"Well, Amanda...give me some time, ok?" She nodded. In a few more minutes, we reached Ms. Thompson's house.
"Ladies, exit the vehicle." Ms. Thompson lightly said. We got out of the car, and retrieved our things from the trunk. Ms. Thompson opened the door to her house, and we entered. Again, it was a cool contrast to the heat outside and the heat within me. Frances looked around, admiring the décor of the home. We set our things down and plopped on the couch.
"Give me a minute to freshen up, ladies. I need to change clothes."
"Ok." Frances said, and she promptly left the room. I put my arm around Amanda's shoulders, and she kissed me. It felt so good to feel her lips upon mine again! She knew how gently to kiss me, how sweetly. She knew where to touch me, just as I touched her. Frances watched us, absolutely flabbergasted by our behavior. I'm not sure whether she was repulsed or felt neglected. I couldn't ponder over it because Ms. Thompson slipped up behind her and began massaging her shoulders.
"Frances, you're so tense. You need to relax." Gradually, Frances lost her anxiety and closed her eyes, letting the new sensations course through her veins. Meanwhile, Amanda began to unbutton my shirt while nuzzling and kissing my neck. Ms. Thompson finally stood before us. She was wearing a white bathrobe tied with a sash. However, we could see that there was nothing underneath that robe, not a STICH! She slowly disrobed before us, and we all followed suit. I love Amanda's naked body. I had before, and I still do. There's no blemish on her, nowhere! Her nipples stand out about a half of an inch, and they're a rosy color. Her pussy hair is the same dirty blonde of the hair atop her head. Frances wasn't looking so bad herself. She had large breasts that her body was proportioned to handle. They were capped with large, dark, nipples and aureoles. Her pussy seemed a bit small. I could tell because it was bare. I didn't get to muse on this any further because Amanda broke into my thoughts.
"Danielle, care to join me in the Jacuzzi?" She giggled before I could answer, and sped off towards the back of the house, where the Jacuzzi was located. I followed her, and we hopped right in. Apparently, someone had been planning for someone to jump in because it was already bubbling strongly. We didn't give it much thought and splashed around together. Our bodies rubbed against each other. I kissed her while playing with her breasts. They were soft, yet firm, and she seemed to enjoy it immensely.
"Hey! C'mon!" She took my hand and dragged me back into the house. She headed for Ms. Thompson's bedroom.
