John Brown had become a regular at Tio Pepe's Cantina. His introduction by Marisol and the endorsement from Pepe got it started, but he became popular with the staff in his own right due to his natural charm and geniality. He was a good student and had done well in the Survival Spanish class, and then there was the extra credit for his "homework" with
Profesora
Perez. He had emerged with a good grip on street lingo and the borderland "Spanglish" slang spoken by the majority of Pepe's crew, but beyond that he had found someone that made him want to get up in the morning and provided the inspiration to get it up at night. John Brown had found the one. He decided to postpone his extended vacation in Mexico and refine his abilities in the Spanish language. OK, improving his Spanish was more of an excuse. His primary motivation was Marisol. The Survival course only lasted 6 weeks and they had been avidly banging bodies for a good six months since that first date. (See the original Teacher's Pet). Besides being the best sex he had had in.., well, ever, he had fallen hard for her - the personality, the independence, the brutal honesty, the intelligence, the sharp-edged wit. She was a total package, and he was hooked.
And she showed all the signs of being happy with him, too. His soft machismo, his hard body, his kindness and thoughtfulness, his effortless class; she seemed content with the relationship. So it came as a bit of a surprise when she announced that she was expecting the visit of an old friend and former lover. This was clearly part of that past they never spoke about, and he had figured it was bound to happen sometime, so now here it was.
"Should I be jealous?" he asked.
"No reason to be," she replied, "but I'd be flattered if you were. I'd like you to meet and I think you will enjoy each other. And we'll soon find out because the flight arrives tomorrow, and I already arranged to meet for dinner at Pepe's."
"Well, OK," he said. "OK..." (But not really)
He had mixed feelings and tried not to show it. He admired her openness and honesty, but really didn't want to meet any ex-lovers. Not threatened, just not interested. But no way around it. He'd just have to man up and make the best of it. He made a point of not asking for any more details and as usual, she didn't offer any. It wasn't like he was worried that she would drop him for an old flame or anything. But still, he couldn't help but be nervous.
He picked her up early the next evening and they headed down the familiar route to the Cantina. He was trying to relax and act natural without much success. His efforts at conversation fell flat. She seemed a bit anxious but made no effort to conceal her eagerness to see her friend. Or 'dear friend' as she put it.
When they arrived, he was surprised to find someone sitting at their regular table - an attractive forty-something with a trim figure and a stylish haircut. He was even more surprised when Marisol walked straight up to her, kissed her on the lips and wrapped her in an embrace. She turned to face him, flashing that naughty smile he loved so well.
"This is my dear friend Carmen," she said. "Carmen, this is my lover, Juan Pardo. The Gringos call him John Brown."
"Well, you finally won the prize, eh?" said Carmen. "
Te felicito
." (Congratulations)
Marisol feigned taking a punch. "Hey, what's with the 'finally' thing? You make me out to be a spinster."
"Well, you never were much good at the dating game, but you must've hit a lucky streak, because this one looks like a decent catch."
John spoke up: "Oh no, I'm the lucky one." (delivered with the charming, self-deprecating style that usually put people at ease).
"No shit," said Carmen.
There was a prolonged pause while that soaked in, then Marisol snorted and cracked up.
"Come on Carmen, give him a break. He's more than a catch or some handy eye candy; he's my man, and he's not used to you or your feminist schtick, so be nice."
Carmen visibly relaxed and gave John a genuine smile. "Nice to meet you Juan Pardo," she said. Please don't hold my lack of social grace against me. I congratulate you on your union with my
compañera
and I warn you to treat her right. Or else..."
John smiled back and said, "Everyone says that. Even her. OK, especially her."
Both women laughed at that, and he was relieved that he'd landed one. Carmen reached out and hugged him. "If you hadn't you wouldn't be here," she said. "If you passed her test, you pass mine." She gave him a squeeze and kissed him on the cheek. She was very pretty, with big brown eyes, and delicate features perched on an elegant neck. A sensible business suit accented her thin but shapely body. He couldn't help but speculate about what was under it. They ordered pozole and stuffed poblano peppers. And a pitcher or two of Margaritas of course. The conversation was mainly between the ladies.
"How's David?"
"Busy as usual. Always running another project. But in good health so there is that."
"And the twins?"
"They start college next year. I have done my best with them but apparently, I don't know anything, and they can't be bothered to straighten me out."
"They'll outgrow that. Eventually..."
John was not interested in the family gossip and went to the kitchen to pay homage to Pepe and bullshit with the crew. When he returned to the table it was as if some fresh new wind had blown through the room. Suddenly it was time to leave. Carmen grabbed her carry-on roller bag, Marisol drained the last of the Margaritas, and John signed the tab.
He pulled up at Marisol's building, and they filed into her apartment like bees returning to the hive. He excused himself and went to the toilet. When he returned, they were locked in a full body embrace with their faces fused together by interlocking tongues and hands griping each other's ass. John was momentarily stunned and stopped in his tracks.
"Um, I can give you some privacy and come back later..." he said, feeling a little lame.
Marisol broke away and turned her lovely (flushed) face to him.
"Don't be ridiculous, Juan Pardo. I have the two people that I maybe care most about in all the world here with me, and I'm not going to let one of them get away. Now come over here and give Carmen a proper greeting."
He approached somewhat tentatively, and she reached out and pulled him into a group hug. He kissed Marisol and then, at her urging, Carmen. It was awkward at first, but then nice. Someone was rubbing his cock. Or maybe both of them. Carmen pulled away.
"I'm just off a 10-hour flight," she said. "I really need to freshen up a bit."
Marisol didn't miss a beat. "Let's hit the shower," she said.
They filed into the bathroom, shedding clothes as they went. The oversized shower stall easily accommodated the three of them. There were luffas and sponges and a variety of soaps. They eagerly engaged in lathering each other's bodies, lingering on breasts and genitals. Marisol was the most sought after, as she had the most tantalizing body, and she split her attention between John and Carmen. He got a good look at Carmen, and a good feel of her athletic body. Smallish breasts, high tight ass. They all got very clean. They rinsed and stepped out into wraps of big spa towels and headed damply for the bed. Marisol was the first to get there, reclining like a big cuddly cat, flaunting her nakedness.
Carmen said, "Me first," and lay down on top of her, kissing and fondling and pressing herself onto the luscious cushion of an eagerly receptive body. Marisol's nipples stood up proudly like big chocolate gumdrops and Carmen suckled them hungrily while massaging both breasts at once. John stood transfixed, his blood pressure rising as he watched a live lesbian act. Marisol reached for his cock and squeezed it as Carmen slid down her body and planted her face in the valley between her widespread legs.
"Christ Mari," she said, "you ought to prune the foliage down here."
"I didn't use it for a long time, and then it turns out that Juan Pardo likes a nice hairy bush."
"Oh yeah," he affirmed. "It brings out the beast in me."
Carmen looked up and said, "Maybe before this is over, I will get some of that beast in me."
Then she sorted through the thatch and found what she was looking for. She ran her tongue up and down Marisol's juicy slit and moved up to take the swollen clit between her lips, flicking it, sucking it, her tongue dancing on the bud while Marisol squirmed and mewed and rocked her hips into Carmen's mouth. John was enjoying being a spectator while Marisol tightened her grip on his cock. He watched her squirm as the orgasm gathered in her loins and grew and swelled within her and suddenly burst. She clutched Carmen's head with her thighs and cried out as her body convulsed with an eruption of fluids. She dropped John's cock and thrashed back and forth as Carmen renewed the assault on her crotch.
"Oh God! Here we go. I'm gonna cum again...". She was panting and shaking her head from side to side, eyes closed tight, her legs quivering uncontrollably. She groaned and clenched her jaw as another climax hit her like a tidal wave and Carmen came up for air.
"Jesus Mari," she gasped, "I forgot you were such a gusher. It's like being waterboarded down here. And now it's my turn."
Carmen rotated around, placing her legs on either side of Marisol's head, then gripped her torso and rolled over pulling Marisol on top of her, opening her thighs and lifting her wet snatch to meet Marisol's tongue. They clutched each other in the classic 69 position, both humping at the other's face, drawing themselves to another crest. Carmen continued slurping the wet bush above her but focused on her own need. urging "Eat me, Mari,
tomelo,
lick me, own me!"
