Paula had been due at three thirty and arrived dead on time. You could have set the talking clock to her apparently, she was that punctual as I had been warned. Jen had put on her make-up, heavy again along with the white dress. If she had gone this far for Paula I wondered, how deep did their relationship go? I had just showered and just changed into something casual. I wondered how many pairs of high heels she owned: yet another pair and they always matched her outfits, no matter what colour dress she wore. Everything she did was flawless.
"You look gorgeous, I could eat you up right now." I said.
"Later, I'll let you." She replied with a smile.
The doorbell went and we let Paula in through the security camera and intercom. A couple of minutes later we opened the door to let her in; it really was my old English teacher. However, she didn't look a lot different to when she had taught me at school. She looked me straight into my eyes.
"You," she said.
"Me," I replied
"With Jen? But you're Tom, she told me you were a Steve."
"Yeah, I was when I was at school. The 'now' half of me is Steve."
"Whatever, Tom's more butch, and you were, and are very butch," she murmured in a deep, husky voice that sounded very sexy.
"What do you mean, 'whatever'?"
We both looked each other up and down. I had to say that time had not damaged her, not from what I remembered. She was short, barely five feet tall, shortish red hair, but cut in a near the shoulder length bob and wearing massive, high white platform heels which made her look five feet five. The flame red hair and was set off by her wearing a pale green, silky halter neck dress which reached down to mid-thigh. She looked far better than I remembered, especially as she was wearing make-up, which I had never seen on her before because she never wore any at school as the teacher, and she had looked gorgeous then. She crossed over to Jen, wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her full on the lips. I could see her tongue push its way into Jen's mouth and Jen's into Paula's. Jen's arms wrapped around Paula's waist and pulled her into her. With her arms round Jen's neck her dress rode up, showing the tops of a pair of lacy hold up stockings covering a lovely pair of legs encased in white nylon. Jen pulled on the dress which made it ride up even further showing her butt cheeks separated by a very thin, white lace thong. She turned towards me and opened her eyes to look at me, and briefly raising an eyebrow as I looked at Paula's ass as Jen slowly pulled up the hem of the already short skirt. I couldn't help but think this was a little forward, but then they were friends, and for years. But in front of me? More than friends, surely? Paula kept the hug going with Jen but turned round to look at me, looking at her buttocks, "Like what you see Steve, Tom, whichever you prefer?" Paula asked me.
"Mmm, yes I do," I said as she crossed to me, "I wish I'd seen that at school." Am I going to get the same treatment I wondered? I felt my cock start to harden as her arms went around my neck and her lips immediately attacked mine. Her tongue pressed into my mouth and suddenly we were in a tongue wrestling match. My arms were wrapped around her waist, and I allowed them to drop down onto her buttocks and gave them both a gentle squeeze. They felt surprisingly cold. In response one hand came round and wrapped itself around my rapidly hardening penis. She broke off.
"You did enjoy seeing my butt didn't you," And then turned to Jen, "I think we're going to have some fun tonight, don't you Jen?" Paula asked. "And I hope you're better at sex than you were at English." She said, turning back to face me.
Jen just let go a very sexy "Hhmmmm! Come on let's have a drink and then eat. What would you like Pauli? I can assure you he's very good at sex, never checked the English though. I can understand him when he talks to me so it wasn't all lost on him."
"Pauli?" I asked.
Paula answered me, "It's what Jen's always called me. And I'll have some white wine please."
"Pino Grigio or Chardonnay?" I asked.
"Any, I don't mind either."
"Jen?"
"I'll have the same please. Whatever Pauli's having."
I left them in the hall with Jen guiding Paula into the lounge. It was very obvious that they were very comfortable with each other and I could hear them talking quietly together as they sat down on the sofa next to each other. Paula was holding Jen's hand when I came in with the drinks.
"I bet you think I'm very forward, don't you?" Paula asked.
I cleared my throat and made non-committal grunts and noises while putting the two glasses of white wine down on the coffee table. "I'll just go get myself a beer. Won't be a minute." I gasped. Both of them giggled at my discomfort.
All sorts of thoughts were turning over in my mind. I'd heard all sorts of stories about guys having two girls at once, and how they persuaded their partners, but was this going to happen to me, without warning or any persuading. God, what do I do? And with whom and or both together? Who first? I walked back into the lounge to see them kissing again, but this time Paula had her hand on the inside of Jen's thigh, slowly working its way upwards. She was wearing stockings I saw, as the hand went past the lacy top. Jen in turn was squeezing and caressing Paula's left breast, inside her dress. They released their embrace, almost reluctantly as I entered the room, and Jen slowly withdrew her hand from inside Paula's halter neck. Paula left her hand inside Jen's thigh though, just under the hem of her dress. Both were smiling at me. Was this a show for me, or were they serious? Did they have any idea what their performance was doing to my cock, it was hardening rapidly again and becoming very uncomfortable in my boxers.
I sat down on an armchair, my beer in my hand and Paula stood, leaving Jen on her own on the sofa as she walked over to stand right in front of me. "Mind if I join you on there?" She asked me, looking me straight in the eyes.
"There's not much room Paula," I replied and I wasn't lying.
"No matter," She said as she placed one knee one side of my lap and then the other, the other side and sat down on my knees, her legs spread showing a pretty pair of very small lace panties. "Is this making your cock hard Steve?"
"Uh huh," I grunted in reply as her hand started stroking my now very hard cock. Jen was just looking on, smiling and giggling.
"Want to touch my tits?" She asked me.
I grunted another reply, put my beer down and reached out and placed a hand on each breast and gently massaged them both, feeling her nipples harden underneath the silky material. She held her hands wide behind her back to allow me access to them, pushing them out at the same time, but she closed her eyes as I massaged them both, gently, running my thumbs over each of the nipples poking through the thin material as I caressed them.
"You know what to do don't you Steve, although that beer has made them very cold," She purred as I continued the massage. I lowered one hand and pushed it between her legs and pressed on her clitoris through her panties, already damp, making her groan with pleasure. Paula pressed against my fingers, obviously enjoying the feeling so I slipped them under the edge of her panties, right into her very, very wet vagina and onto her G spot making her lurch forwards as I pressed on. There was no pubic hair at all, she was shaved.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I asked as she groaned and nodded. Jen was still watching and seemed to be enjoying seeing her friend get off on my fingers.
"Get your cock out Steve, I need it in me and I need it now," She croaked lustfully.
