A few years ago, I broke a lot of taboos for my own pleasure when I got a surprise request from a friend.
I was putting away some dishes in the kitchen one Thursday night in late November when the phone rang. I answered it.
"Hello Frederika, it's Angela. Can we talk for a minute, dear?"
"Sure. I haven't seen you since the fundraiser at the Indigo Cafe last month, and we barely had a chance to chat." Angela, a well-known local real estate agent, and I had both volunteered for a committee rustling up private donors for new diagnostic equipment for the city's general hospital, and had hit it off in the two years we'd known each other.
"I know, it's been crazy. Look, I need to ask you a favour."
"What's going on?"
"Well, I promised Sophie a sleepover with Tessa on Friday. You know, this is their last year at Cavendish House together before Sophie goes to Yale on her English scholarship. And they're both so busy -- Tessa's captain of the volleyball team again this year -- so it's been hard to find the right weekend."
"Oh, I know what you mean about busy," I said. "I was hoping to get away for some skiing with the rest of the clan this weekend, but I fell off my bike on Monday and banged up my knee a little bit. Nothing serious, but no skiing for me. I'll be alone for the next three days."
"You poor dear!" said Angela. "These icy roads are so treacherous. I wonder if I should ask someone else..."
"Angela, just tell me what you need."
"Well, Dan Horvath from my office came down with pneumonia and can't go to the Property Realtors of North America conference in Toronto this weekend. They're pulling me in to do his presentation. In and out. I'll be back Sunday afternoon."
"So, let me guess," I said. "You don't want to tell Sophie she can't have her sleepover, but you also don't want to leave the girls unsupervised."
"Would you be a dear? Come over on Friday at 5:30. Sophie will let you in. I've made vegetarian lasagna and left it in the fridge. Oh, and it's just the one night. Sophie will stay over at her father's place on Saturday."
"Any house rules, Angela?" I inquired with a smile in my voice. I was starting to get excited about the opportunity in front of me.
"Oh, the usual," she said. "No boys. No alcohol. Lights out by 11. I signed Sophie up for Saturday morning yoga, and she needs to be there by 7:30, so ..."
"I'll take care of everything," I said. "Have a safe trip."
My heart was pounding and my cunt was clenching with excitement as I hung up the phone. It wasn't simply the prospect of spending the night at Angela's new, three-bedroom West End house with two beautiful 18-year-old girls. It was the memory of what had happened at the fundraiser lunch last month.
The organizers had provided an assigned seating plan, and Angela, as a gold-level donor, was seated at the long central table. By chance, I wound up at a back table, nestled in between Sophie and Tessa, both of whom had helped out at the flower basket sale in September.
During the five-course meal, Tessa told me she wanted to be a nurse when she finished her university sports career, and put her hand on mine when she was talking to me. Sophie told me she loved my new black silk dress from H&M, and took multiple photos of the three of us squeezing together with her iPhone.
Frankly, I was so utterly turned on by the feel of the girls' soft skin, the scent of their freshly shampooed hair, and their young, firm breasts pressing up against me that I didn't care much that Angela and I only got to speak briefly afterwards. My mind was consumed and my pussy was soaked with the thought of fucking Angela's daughter and her best friend.
When I got back into my car afterwards, I pulled up my dress, yanked aside my panties, and frigged off to a raw climax in the front seat, in broad daylight, not caring if anyone saw me.
Now, I wanted to teach those two young flirts a thing or two, and I had a plan to carry out -- if all the signs were right.
On Friday evening, I stood at the kitchen island in Angela's house, sipping a glass of red wine and watching a light snow fall on the backyard. The girls were chopping up cucumbers and carrots for the salad. Tessa was in blue silk pajamas with three buttons undone at the top, while Sophie wore a long, lace-fringed pink nightie. I'd turned the heat right up when I got in since it was well below freezing outside.
I wore a tight, low-cut green rayon blouse, which, along with my underwire bra, emphasized that I had the biggest, most perfectly shaped, and most desirable breasts in the room. I also had a pair of new Levi's jeans that made men and women alike stare lustfully at my ass whenever I walked past. I'd caught Sophie looking at it in the mirror right when she let me in.
My knee was a little bruised, but feeling much better. I wasn't limping anymore. In fact, I felt really good. Ripe. And ready.
"Hey, I'm not going to yoga tomorrow," Sophie said. "They cancelled it because of the snow."
Tessa -- tall and brash with shoulder-length brown hair and sparkling eyes, looking closer to 25 than 18 -- came over to me, extending a spoon toward my mouth. "Wanna taste this cherry tomato vinaigrette I made? It's pretty awesome if I do say so myself."
"I'd love to." I opened my mouth -- and then Tessa's hand fluttered, drizzling the vinaigrette across my cleavage.
