The older boy, the long, dark haired twenty five year old was on the sofa with the younger, eighteen year old blonde girl. The younger boy, the short haired twenty two year old was lying on the thick pile carpet with the dark haired, nineteen year old girl. Both girls were only wearing their panties. They were about to have sex.
They had come close to this a few evenings ago. The four of them had been to a country pub and on the way home Bill, the older boy, had driven his dad's Ford Mondeo into a field beside the road. Running alongside the field there was grass track that led to a big barn over half a mile from the road. He had used the spot before, several times. It was deserted and safe for any car approaching would be seen for enough time to get dressed.
The blonde girl, Sammi, was in the front with him. Her friend, Sara was in the back with Jon. They had been kissing and caressing each other since they had left the pub. As Bill drove, he had put his hand on Sammi's jeans covered leg. Sammi had held his hand and had reached over and placed her other hand on his thigh.
Neither couple had yet had sex, but the inevitably of their three week relationships leading to that was becoming more and more apparent.
With the car parked behind the barn, but with a good view of the lane, Bill climbed over the central console and squeezed beside Sammi on the front seat. They kissed. It was a long, open-mouthed, tongue-probing kiss. At the same time Jon was sliding his hand inside Sara's thin sweater and cupping her small B cup breast. Bill was not far behind his friend and squeezed Sammi's boobs outside her blue and white hooped long sleeved tee shirt.
The two couples became more adventurous. Jon pulled Sara's tits out from her bra and Bill fiddled Sammi's bra clasp undone. Neither girl objected for it felt very grown up being with these older boys and doing such things. It took only about another twenty minutes for the boys to have gone further, much, much further. Sara's was topless and Jon had his hand up her skirt. Sammi's bra was off and her tee shirt was pushed up round her neck. Sammi's jeans were pushed down near to her knees and Jon's hand was in her panties that also had been pushed down a little. Both girls were holding the boy's cocks that had been pulled out from their opened trousers.
The girls started to climax at roughly the same time, but Jon came into Sara's hand before Bill shot his load onto Sammi's stomach.
Nothing was said, but they all knew that Sunday, when they were having a barbecue at Sara's dad's house, they would fuck. Sara's dad would be out all afternoon and evening for he had gone to Manchester to see a football match that didn't finish until six.
Sara's parents were divorced. Although she lived with her mum, she spent a lot of time at her dad's house for her mum had a power job and travelled a great deal. Sammi lived with her mum and step dad as her parents were also divorced. She and Sara were best friends and spent a lot of time together both at Sara's mum's and her dad's houses.
They had a lazy barbecue with beer and wine. Sitting in the garden as the sun set they paired off. Sara and Jon were sitting on a hammock, Bill and Sammi were lying on a sun bed. They started kissing and touching each other.
"Let's clear this up first can we?" Sara asked.
They cleared up, put all the stuff in the dishwasher and tidied up the barbecue and patio before going into the large, square shaped lounge. Sara switched her iPod on, but not the lights. Although the lamps from the patio cast some light into the lounge it was quite dim, but they could see and, of course they could hear each other.
So Sara and Jon heard the rustle of Sammi's short, sundress being removed and the squelching of her and Bill's kissing. Just as the other couple heard the sound of the zip on Sara's shorts being pulled down. Both couples heard the others' low moans and sighs and whispered phrases as inexorably they moved towards having full sex.
From her position on her back on the sofa Sammi saw that Sara on the floor was down to her panties and Sara saw that Bill was lying between her friend's opened legs.
This wasn't the first time the girls had sex in the same room. Earlier in the year they had been on holiday in Sharm el Sheikh, Egypt and had met two Dutch boys, who had fucked them firstly in the girls' room then in theirs.
So it wasn't a surprise to either girl when they saw the boys removing their friend's panties, saw the boys undressing, saw them putting condoms on and heard them fucking their friend.
*
The boys had left at around nine. The girls showered and got dressed and were watching TV when Sara's dad came home. They chatted for a while and Sara asked.
"Dad is it ok if Sammi stays the night?"
"Yes of course" her forty five year old father, Mark replied turning the TV on to watch the news. "Would you like something to drink or eat, I'm starving."
"We had a barbecue earlier, there's some salad and French bread left if you would like some Mister Reynolds?" Sara asked.
"Mark please Sara, mister makes me feel even older than I am."
They all laughed. "Look I need a shower, it's a long warm drive down from Manchester."
"You have your shower dad, we'll put our jarmies on and get the supper."
"He's pretty cool your dad, isn't he Sara?" Sammi said as they undressed and put long tee shirts on.
"Dunno, he's just my dad isn't he? We get on great though."
"Well I wish I had one like him" Sammi said tying her blonde, shoulder-length hair into a pony tail.
Sammi couldn't believe what was happening to her when they got downstairs and started fixing the salad with the bread and a bottle of cold white wine. As she was laying the table in the kitchen, Mark came in. He was wearing a dark blue towelling dressing gown that ended just above his knees. His legs beneath the hem were bare and that made Sammi suddenly think that he might be naked under it. Where the lapels of the gown were parted slightly she could see the covering of dark with a tinge of grey hair on his chest; she could imagine those hairs rubbing across her nipples. That made her shudder and feel relieved that she had borrowed a shorty dressing robe from Sara as her nipples had hardened like two acorns.
Mark and Sara's mum had been divorced for just over a year and parted for two. It had been pretty amicable and there was no acrimony over money for both had their independent wealth and had good jobs; she was Human Resource Director for a motor retail group with over a hundred dealers round the country and Mark was a director of an advertising agency. Whilst, Eleanor his ex-wife, had several partners since they parted, a couple of who, Mark guessed, may well have been 'partners' before the marriage break up, Mark had only had one fling and that lasted just a month or so.
He attended to his sexual needs in a number of ways. Obviously masturbation, generally brought on by looking at porn videos, mainly lesbian on the net. A hooker that he used to 'entertain' clients returned the business he put her way by giving him the occasional blow job and a high class massage parlour where a variety of girls sometimes two at once massaged him and provided the extras that were necessary to make him cum. Despite these, he was continually frustrated. Although Eleanor and he had rowed a lot, they had also fucked a lot and had they have got on as well out of bed as they did in it they would never have parted.
Sammi seemed to be coming to his house with Sara more and more frequently recently. He didn't mind at all. After all Eleanor had to travel round the UK and was away a lot and it wasn't really fair for a nineteen year old to be left alone in a flat in Docklands. In any case he enjoyed the company of his daughter and naturally her friends were welcome; he was flattered that both she and Sammi wanted to come to his house in Islington.
He had known Sammi for several years and had watched her grow up into the beautiful, sexy young woman she now was. 'Fuck' he had thought when he realised that he was thinking of her as being sexy. He looked across the table at her feeling guilty that he was looking for a hint of her nipples through the thin robe and tee shirt. Amazingly, he thought, or maybe imagined that there were two small indentations. He caught her gaze. She was staring at him and smiled. Not a big grin, but more what in films they would call a slight enigmatic smile. At the same time she raised her eyebrows as if asking a question. But what the fuck was the question and, as importantly what was her answer? He smiled back and picked up his wine glass and drank from that to hide his confusion.
The late supper finished they went into the lounge and watched a documentary on Fleetwood Mac, a sixties and seventies pop group.
"Weren't these the group who swapped partners?" Sammi asked as she and Sara were sitting on the big sofa their feet tucked under their bottoms.
"Yes and some of their songs were about that" Mark said getting up, picking up the wine bottle.
He walked over to the sofa noting that Sammi's dressing gown was gaping and the swell of her small boobs were clearly outlined.
"More wine ladies?" He smiled taking in the sight of both girls legs where their dressing gowns had ridden up.
"Please dad" Sara said holding her glass out.
"Yes please Mister, er sorry Mark," Sammi said that little smile forming again on her nice lips as their eyes met.
God I am beginning to fancy my best friend's dad she thought to herself. As Mark leaned forward to pour her wine the lapels on his gown parted a little and she saw his broad, hairy chest almost down to his waist. Dragging her eyes away from it she looked into his eyes and whispered. "Thanks Mark."
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