Chapter 2: Triple Play
It was a Thursday afternoon and Dean's birthday. She was turning 41. Since the first time my mom's friend and me had started fuckin' on the regular, she kept tellin' me about wantin' to get with another woman.
At first I tried to set somethin' up but all the young girls that I knew either wasn't down or wasn't Dean's type. But that Monday she told me that she had found someone she'd be interested in doin' it with.
Sylvia was a sista who worked in her office. She was 31, had short hair and was kinda average lookin'. She looked like a 'librarian', especially with the thick-azz coke-bottle lenses she wore! She was brown-skinned, like me, not as tall as Dean; her ass was a little on the flat side, but the titties was huge! Bigger than Deans'!
Personality-wise, Sylvia was a lot like Dean, too. Kinda 'square' and 'churchy'. She probably didn't go out much and Dean told me she'd only had two or three boyfriends in her whole life. She would definitely be a big change from the ghetto-queens and chicken-heads that I was tryin' to line up!
So that night, she came home with Dean from work. She was carryin' a small suitcase to spend the weekend. Sylvia looked a little surprised to see me there, cause Dean told her it was gonna be just the girls hangin' out for her birthday. But me an Sylvia kinda hit it off at dinner; I had gotten a lot "smoother" and a lot more sure of myself since kickin' it with Dean. I let out some of the charms and did a little flirtin' with her. She ate up all the attention I sent her way and came lookin' for more.
It was about 9:30 and we were watchin' somethin' on HBO and sharin a bottle of zinfendel. Dean and Sylvia were laughin and gigglin about all kinds a silly shit: men, not-havin'-no men, shoes, sex, not-havin'-no sex. I noticed that Dean kept fillin up Sylvia's glass even if she was only half-finished. She didn't seem to mind or care much though.
"Chile, it's a good thing we took tomorrow off, or I'd be a complete mess at the job!" Sylvia laughed.
"Girl!" Dean chimed in, "they know better than to expect Miss Nadean down there tomorrow. This is the first time I've ever taken time off for my birthday and I do means to enjoy myself!"
Since the summer break had already started for me, I was looking forward to some fun as well!
After a few minutes Dean said she wanted to go change into her loungin clothes (house-coat and slippers) and me and Sylvia decided to do the same. The two of them went up to Dean's room and I went to mine and slipped into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I met Dean back in the living room and we smiled at each other. She wore a pink silk teddy that matched the bunny-slippers. I could tell she was excited because her nipples were already rock hard!
"What you think, baby?" she whispered to me while looking back up the stairs to see if Sylvia was coming. "I think she likes you."
"That's cool," I said. "But does she like YOU? This is supposed to be YOUR birthday gift."
"Oh, I know she got a thing for me alright," she assured me. "I saw how her jaw dropped when I was changin in front of her upstairs."
We hi-fived and snuck in a quick "kiss-n-grope" before we heard Sylvia coming down the stairs. She wore a white cotton robe, plaid boxer shorts and a green athletic jersey and no shoes or socks. She had a nice pair of legs; long, brown and smooth. The jersey had the numbers "00" in white and her huge tits made them stand out even more.
We all settled in on the couch again. Sylvia curled up on one end, drinkin more wine; Dean in the middle, gigglin' and makin sure that Sylvia DRANK more wine; and me on the end channel surfin and waitin for my cue to get things going!
I finally came to the music video channel and we watched a few hip-hop and reggae dance hits, all featuring half-dressed hoochie mamas, shakin and grindin like crazy.
"I don't know if I could ever dance like that," Sylvia slurred. The wine was doin its thing.
"Girl, them young things ain't doin nothin new!" Dean told her. "I was doin a lot more dammage than that back in my day."
"Yeah," I said, "Dean was a hoochie-mama from way back when!" We all laughed and Dean playfully punched me in the shoulder.
"C'mon, girl!" Dean said bouncing up from the couch, "lemme show y'all what I can do!"
I helped her push the coffee table up against the entertainment unit, which gave her nice size "dance-floor" in front of the couch. Sylvia placed her drink on the side table and laughed in disbelief at her co-worker.
Dean started off imitating some of the moves she saw on the screen. She wasn't too bad either; she definitely had the booty-shakin part down. Her tits bounced and swayed so hard that I thought one of them might knock her out! And every now and then the back of her teddy would rise up and give us a quick peek at her ass. Sylvia was transfixed by Dean's dancin; I could see her left nipple poking through the center of one of the zeros. And my jimmy was more than just a little interested in what was going on. I had to shift and adjust myself a few times while I sat there; Sylvia caught a few glimpses out of the corner of her eye.
"C'mon, girl!" Dean commanded, grabbing Sylvia up from the couch. Sylvia tried to pull away but Dean had her around the waist and wasn't takin no for an answer. Sylvia, unfortunately, was one of those sistas born with very little rhythm; the girl couldn't dance to save her life!
But Dean and enough alcohol encouraged her to at least try. After a while she was able to get the shake and grind part down.
"How you expect to do anything with all this stuff on?" Dean said pulling at her robe. Sylvia protested at first, but Dean was able to get it off of her and toss it over to the nearest corner.
"C'mon, Leon!" Dean directed at me. "Get yourself on up here an' start shakin that stuff too!"
I didn't need much encouragement; I turned up the volume on the TV and joined the party. With me on one side and Dean on the other, we made a Sylvia-sandwich; bumping and grinding and gyrating all around her.
She looked like a dear caught in headlights at first, but eventually she got into it as best she could. She raised her arms and shook her hips along with us; her large, bra-less tits bounced and swayed just as much as Dean's did. I was rock hard as I pressed my 9-inch bone against Sylvia's little ass. Dean pressed into her from the front, placing her hands on Sylvia's hips to help her with her missing rhythm.
After the third video, we were all sweaty and worked up. Sylvia and Dean's nipples were at full salute and my dick was about to bust through my shorts. Sylvia had taken off the coke-bottles and tossed them onto the coffe table; her eyes were closed and she was totally taken away by the music, the alcohol and the heat building up between the three of us. Dean was literally lickin her lips, thinking about what she wanted to do to this lady. I just knew that if somethin' didn't happen soon I was gonna bust a nut right then and there!
"Woo, lord chile," Dean panted. "Let's sit down for a quick minute y'all." She led Sylvia over to the couch and they both plopped down. Sylvia was in a daze; like she wasn't sure where she was. Dean pulled me over and whispered in my ear to grab a scarf from her room. She kissed me and gave me a quick slap on the ass before I went upstairs.
When I got back, Dean and Sylvia were going at it. They were locked in a hot, wet tongue battle; Sylvia's hands' were all over Dean's tits and Dean's right hand was buried inside Sylvia's boxers.
I was in heaven!
I was only 18 and there were two hot, loose and horny older sistas on the couch, gropin and kissin each other right there in front on me! And at some point that night I was gonna fuck the hell outta both of them.
Dean glanced up briefly and noticed me. She smiled and motioned me over to the couch to take her place. I gave her the scarf and sat down. Sylvia didn't mind or care at all. Her tounge felt like something alive had crawled into my mouth. With one hand she had my shorts around my ankles and my dick in her other hand. I thought she was gonna rip it off by the way she jerked it so hard! This lady hadn't been with another man (or woman) in a long time and she was ready to make up for lost time.
