Donna, Amanda and I have been good friends since we were kids in grade school. We grew next door to each other, Donna on one side and Amanda on the other, and played together after school through our whole grade school years. I caught a lot of flak from some of my other friends, teasing that I was going to get girl cooties if I hung around them, but that didn't stop me. We had fun together and the difference in gender at that age really didn't bother me that much, both of them were pretty tomboyish and we had plenty of fun climbing trees and building snow forts and the like.
As we grew up and moved from grade school to junior high and eventually high school, we stayed close friends. When one of the girls would go through a breakup I was there to assure them that the guy was just a jerk. And usually they were. Both of them were very good looking young women, a lot of guys would just plain call them hot. The problem was that both of them had one condition that they demanded being met before they would get undressed with a guy....they had to be sure that he really loved them for them, and not just pretending to so they could get into their pants. In general the guys that were trying to date them only made it about six months before things fell apart and Donna or Amanda realized that they were not in love but just another "trophy" for the guys.
I had trouble myself finding a nice girl to stay with. I had my shares of girl friends, and my share of sexual relationships, but in the end it seemed like my friendship with Amanda and Donna seemed to cause some friction that ended up in my girl friends call it quits after some months together. Not until late in my high school years did I finally understand that the girls were "protecting" me from the girls that they called "jock predators". Not only was I intelligent, but being a free safety on the foot ball team and also running track put me into the sights of a lot of girls they considered to be in that category. Don't get me wrong, they weren't trying to hurt me, just the opposite, they were trying to keep me from being hurt.
So we enjoyed a close friendship, often hanging out in the summer months at Donna's house, because she had a pool, and Mrs. T had given me an open invitation to come by and use it any time I wanted. That in itself turned out interesting on more than one occasion when I walked in on her tanning in the yard in some of the skimpiest bikini's I'd ever seen. On at least one occasion I was sure she was covering herself up when she heard me come in, which of course soon had me sprouting a huge boner.
In the winter months we would hanging out at Amanda's house because it had a huge finished basement that her parents let us pretty much have to ourselves. We watched TV and movies, worked on homework together, played games and just simply enjoyed each other's company.
Eventually I tried dating each of them, but that felt awkward because I felt like when I was out with one I was somehow cheating on the other. They seemed ok with it, but our friendship won out over romance and our dates generally ended up being a group date with the three of us.
Our freshman year in college turned out to be the toughest for the three of us, friendship wise. Even though we went to the same college, just a few hours away from home, the requirement that we stay in the dorm the first year turned out to be difficult. The three of us had never lived anywhere but next door to each other in our entire lives and I was frequently getting chased out of their dorm room late at night.
When our sophomore year came we decided to rent a small three bedroom house just off campus. It was a stretch budget wise, but for the three of us it made perfect sense. A lot of my buddies thought it was a great setup, having access to two incredible hotties anytime I wanted, but I had to dash their dreams and let them know that while we roomed together, we weren't sharing beds. I didn't tell them that over the years the three of us had played around and seen each other naked more than once. We had just never quite allowed it to get to full on sex, all of us afraid how it might affect our friendship.
We jokingly made a pact that if none of us found our true love by the time we got out of college that we would consummate our friendship with a gigantic three way and then live together until we got old and gray. I think all three of us knew that it was just that, a joke, and that life held partners for each of us if we were patient and found them. To that end we all dated other people and searched for that perfect loving mate.
At the moment the girls were doing better than I was in that respect. They both had regular boyfriends, which they had made sure I met and approved of. At the moment I was between girlfriends, the latest one having decided that if I wasn't interested in moving out from Donna and Amanda and into a place with her that I somehow wasn't serious about her. She had certainly enjoyed the sexual relationship we shared, but couldn't seem to get beyond the fact that I was rooming with my two best friends that were girls. In her words, I could choose her or my BFF's. It was an ultimatum that pushed all the wrong buttons for me. If my future wife couldn't accept Donna and Amanda being in my life then she didn't really understand me either. That left me alone, again, on Friday night.
Donna's mom, Mrs T, showed up late Friday for a surprise visit. We sat up and talked for quite a while before she retired to Donna's room, since it appeared that Donna was either going to be very late or not at all. After she went to bed I hit the shower and then retired to my own room for a quick jack off.
Even in her mid forties Mrs T is an incredibly good looking woman, and after two hours of her sitting across from me in a short skirt and a white blouse unbuttoned far enough to see the edges of her lacy pink bra I was horny as hell. She had dark green eyes that seemed to twinkle when she smiled, much like her daughters eyes and, like her daughter, a large pair of breasts. I had seen Donna's a few times, and even had a chance to play with them, but her mother's tits were even bigger. The gaping shirt brought back memories of all those tiny little bikini's she wore in the back yard, and the times that I swore she had to have the top pulled up or aside to tan all of her breast until I walked in.
The thought of her laying there half naked on the lawn chair was the last thing in my mind as I came all over the towel I had just used to dry myself off, barely missing the Playboy summer special pictorial magazine that I enjoyed so much. Feeling a bit sated I dropped the Playboy on the floor next to the bed, tossed the towel toward the hamper and then turned the light out. The house was nearly silent except for the sound of tiny gasps and moans coming from Donna's room, which shared a wall with mine.
"Damn." I mumbled to myself, my cock quickly growing again as I listened to her and my mind tried to paint a picture of Mrs T laying naked on Donna's bed, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, her big tits completely bare and her free hand squeezing and pulling at her nipples. I could hear her moans grow louder as she obviously worked herself toward climax, my hand working my own cock in time with the sounds I heard coming through the wall.
"Yes. That's it. Right there! Oh yes. Perfect!" I could hear her say into the dark, wondering what she was picturing, fantasizing that it was me driving between her legs as I stroked my hand up and down my engorged shaft. "Oh God yes. That's it...Fuck me! Fuck me hard!. Almost there! Oh....OH...OH! God yes Jack!" I heard her cry, muffled by the wall, but clear enough to register in my mind.
My eyes flew open and my cock spewed cum onto my sheets at the sound of my name coming from her lips during her climax. I lay there, my body jerking and twitching as my mind tried to grapple with the reality that it was my cock she was fantasizing of, something that was completely unexpected.
Her moans faded away as she apparently drifted off to sleep, leaving me awake wondering if she were completely naked like I was, my mind making up all kinds of fantasies of her completely naked by the pool, slipping into my room in the night and riding me until I came. It was hours before my exhausted mind finally let me fade off to sleep.
I heard the water in the shower start and rolled over, the sun already beaming in through the tiny slits in the blind on the window. Sleep was unwilling to be pushed aside, so I let it overtake me once again, and faded off to the dream that had been teasing my mind. The sound of the running water began to fade away as my dream took over....until everything became shocked awake from the blood curdling scream from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone were about to be killed.
I leapt out of bed, threw my door open and took the few short steps to the bathroom door, next to my bedroom. I pushed the door open and looked for the source of the next scream, Mrs T, standing in the shower, the curtain pulled back over her, covering her diagonally so one of her big tits was fully displayed, water cascading over it as she pushed herself into the corner.
She saw me and pointed to the other corner of the tub, her eyes clearly filled with fear. I looked to where she pointed and took a step back myself. Standing on the edge of the tub was the biggest hairiest spider I had ever seen alive. This thing was monster, easily three inches across its legs, perched on the edge of the tub with two of its legs held out menacingly toward Mrs T.
I ran back to the bedroom and grabbed the first magazine I saw, and dashed back. I smacked the spider as hard as I could. The spider bounced into the air and landed in the tub, its legs flailing in all directions as the cascade of hot water hit it.
Mrs T screamed again and literally jumped from the tub, ripping down the shower curtain and running into me, knocking us both to the ground. She quickly rolled off of me and ran out of the bathroom, her bare ass bounding down the short hall until I heard Donna's bedroom door slam shut. I cautiously stepped toward the tub and shut off the water, the spider no longer moving but still looking plenty nasty. I gently prodded it with the magazine and was pleased that there wasn't any response. I pulled the plastic bag out of the trash can and carefully scooped the huge spider into the bag with the magazine. I set the magazine on the edge of the tub and was irritated to see that it was my favorite Playboy photo edition. I really needed to be more careful.
I tied the bag shut and then took the bag downstairs, tossing it out the backdoor with a little shudder. By the time I got back upstairs Donna's door was open and the bathroom door was closed again. I headed to my room and sat down on the bed, resting my head in my hand and trying to let the adrenalin high fade away. The image of Mrs T's bare tit jumped into mind, bringing back all the sounds from the night before. Within moments my cock was getting hard as a rock and I was starting to think about relieving it.
"I think this is yours." I heard Mrs T say from the bedroom door, holding out the magazine. It only took a second to notice what she had in her hand before I focused on her towel wrapped body.
"Uh Yeah." I answered, reaching for the magazine. She stood several feet away so I had to get up to get it, my hard cock standing out obviously as I took the magazine and sat back down.
