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.
