This is a continuation of my first posting, "Practice Date."
While it is not necessary to read "Practice Date" first, I recommend you do. It will help with the character development.
Additionally, to those of you who left feedback, thank you very much, I was flattered.
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While Saturday morning is the time I do yard work for Mrs. Webster, Friday afternoon is the time I try to do likewise around home. I attend a local college and don't have the money for my own place, so I volunteer to do most of the dirty work around the house. I want my parents to think they should keep feeding me.
I had just put the last of the lawn tools away and was heading inside for a cool drink and a warm shower when the phone started to ring.
"Hello."
"Oh, good, it's you. I was hoping you would answer." It was Mrs. Webster.
"Hi. How are you?"
"Hot for you, but that's not my immediate reason for calling. Do you have a minute, I want to ask a favor of you?"
"Sure, whatever you want." I was pretty sure she knew I would do anything she asked.
"If you have nothing planed for tonight, would you be so kind as to join me for what may turn out to be some new territory?"
I immediately remembered her comment of last Saturday when she alluded to "new territory" as maybe being her shapely ass. My cock twitched.
"I'm all yours. Tell me what you want me to do."
"I want you to be at my place at 9:00, tonight. Something like what you wore last week will be fine, and be sure to bring a pair of swimming trunks, baggies like last week, too. There is someone I want you to meet. See you tonight." The line went dead and I returned the earpiece to its cradle. Almost immediately the phone rang again.
"Hello."
"I forgot to tell you, no jacking off before you arrive. Bye." Click.
I looked at my watch, 6:30. Only two and one half-hours of not jacking off, I wondered if I could make it.
I did make it, and I knocked on Mrs. Webster's door ant exactly 9:00 PM.
She opened the door within moments, reached out with her hand and pulled me inside and embraced me, pushing her great tits into my chest and kissing me full on the mouth.
"I've missed you, Bobby. My pussy's missed you, too."
"I am truly thankful for that," I responded, my lips barely touching hers.
"Now, what are you here for? I know you want to know. All I can tell you is that a teacher friend of mine is here, and I thought she might like to meet you. I've told her we have a more than casual friendship, but no other details. If the two of you get along, well, we'll see. Now let me introduce you to her. She's, out by the pool."
When we got to the pool, Paula made the introductions, "Helen, this is my very good friend, Bob. Bob, this is my very good friend Helen, we teach at the same school."
"Helen, I am very happy to meet you. Paula has told me absolutely nothing about you."
"Wise ass," muttered Paula, and Helen smiled.
Now, let me tell you, Paula was a babe, I knew that both from close observation during the years I had been doing yard work for her, and from some very close personal contact last Saturday evening. At first glance, Helen was just as attractive. She had light brown hair, a beautiful face and even sitting in the patio chair it was easy to tell she had a real nice figure. She was obviously older than Paula, but how much I really couldn't say.
"There are chips and dip on the table, sodas too, if you want anything. We were waiting for you and then we thought we would have a little swim. What do you say?"
"Great. I'll change into my suit and be right out."
When I returned to the pool, both Paula and Helen were in the water, their shorts and blouses folded over the backs of their chairs. They were sitting on the middle step and the water came to their waists. Two beautiful women, four large boobs, and the promise of two fine asses awaited me. I took three quick steps and dove into the deep end. It was the only way I could conceal my rapidly growing cock.
We talked, laughed, told jokes and generally kidded around for about 15 minutes during which time the women only got wet to their shoulders, being careful to keep their hair dry.
I was wondering about that, when Paula said to Helen, "So, what do you think, do you want to move on to phase two?"
"I'm really nervous, but Bob does seem like a nice young man, just as you said. And, I am determined to move on to sometime, so it might as well be phase two."
Paula said to Helen, "Great, I am delighted for you. I'm sure you won't regret your decision."
Then to both of us, "Let's dry off a little, and I'll give Bob the background and then tell you both what I have in mind for the rest of the evening."
With large beach towels wrapped around us, and seated at the backyard picnic table, Paula presented her plans for the evening.
"Bob, I told Helen about last Saturday evening. Not in any great detail, but enough."
My eyes went straight to Helen's and I am sure she was blushing as much as I was.
Paula continued, "Helen was divorced five years ago, and has not had so much as a date since then. If that were not bad enough, she was raised in a very religious family and married a very religious, unimaginative man. For them, sex was only for babies, not for fun or pleasure. She and I have talked about this in great detail over the past few months and she wants to, how should I say this, expand her horizons. After our relationship changed last week, I presented her with the idea of the three of us getting together and she agreed to meet you. Now that she has meet you, she has agreed to move forward with her, let's call it, education. Helen, do you have anything you want to add?"