My wife and I were going into town for a night out. Marge had arranged for Justine to come in and sit for us, with Justine agreeing to stay the night as we didn't know when we'd be home. Justine rolled up at the nominated time and I let her in.
A nice kid, Justine, affable and easy to get along with. I suppose I shouldn't really call her a kid as she was eighteen now, and quite the young lady. Marge came down and the two of them starting chatting away, talking a lot but not really saying anything. I went and finished getting ready.
I was the nominated driver for the night which meant an absolute minimum of alcohol for me. I wasn't sure how that came about as I was quite positive that it was Marge's turn to drive. Apparently I was mistaken.
Marge talked my head off all the way to town which is something I'm quite used to. I tend to let the verbal noise just wash over me, listening just enough to get the gist of what she was saying so I could coherently answer any questions.
"What would you advise her to do?" came one question and I hastily reviewed what Marge had been saying. Right. She'd been discussing Justine and the problems she was having with her boyfriend. He was trying to rush her into bed and she was a little reluctant to be rushed.
"I'd tell her that if it didn't feel right then it isn't right and that she should tell him to back off. I'd also add that if this meant she lost him then he wasn't worth keeping as he was only after one thing and would have dumped her after he got it."
"Uh-huh," said Marge with a giggle. "Speaking from experience are you?"
I nobly ignored the slur on my character and redirected the talk along other lines.
We had an enjoyable night. A good dinner followed by a good show and then we stopped by a night club for a while. Finally we headed homeward, arriving in the wee, small, hours.
The house was dark except for the dim night-light we had in the hallway in case one of the kids woke up. We didn't bother turning any on, the night-light enough for our purposes. Marge was a little tipsy and a little amorous and a little loud and hanging onto me. I figured the little amorous and the little loud would both fade away as soon as she reached our bed, the little tipsy taking over and putting her to sleep.
The little loud didn't wake the kids but it did disturb Justine who opened her bedroom door.
"Sorry," said Marge. "Did Alex wake you? He's so noisy at times. Don't worry. You just go back to bed and I'll take steps to quieten Alex down. I know just how to do that."
Justine was in flannel pyjamas. I figured that they must have been an old set or she'd put on a sudden growth spurt bust-wise, because her breasts were certainly stretching the material.
She just nodded and smiled, said goodnight, and closed her bedroom door again.
We retired to our bedroom and stripped for bed. Marge grabbed a nightie, thought again and didn't put it on, while I had pyjamas ready to put on but I also had a very nice boner and wondered what my chances were. Would Marge go for it or would she fall asleep?
"Hoping to get lucky are you," she said, giggling. "Well, leave your pyjamas off and hop in bed. You never know. May I say that you seem to be standing very tall tonight?"
She was talking rather loudly and I tried to hush her up a bit but she just laughed, making a couple more comments about my erection, offering to measure it to see if it had grown since last time. I told her it hadn't and she knew how big it was. I turned off the light and we both hopped into bed.
As soon as I was in bed it seemed to me that something was wrong. The light was wrong, I realised. I knew how much light seeped under the door from the night-light and it wasn't much. Tonight it was even less. Looking at the door, instead of a streak of light along the base of the door, there were two streaks. Something was blocking the light in the middle of the door.
I nudged Marge, indicating the door, murmuring softly for her to keep quiet. That done I slipped out of bed and crossed to the door. Reaching it I flicked on the lights and opened the door fast. Poor little Justine fell into the room, having been trying to listen to what was going on.
Justine now had multiple embarrassments. First, she'd been caught listening. Second, I was standing in front of her, naked and sporting an erection. Third, Marge was looking at her and laughing. Fourth, her pyjama top was undone for some reason, with her breasts swinging loose.
I caught her up, turned around, and tossed her onto the bed. Before he finished bouncing Marge pounced, grabbing hold of her wrists.
"What's up, Justine?" I asked affably, with Justine just blushing fiercely and saying nothing.
Marge was giggling.
"She was saying earlier that she wondered what it was like," she told me. "I guess she wanted to listen in and see what we did."
"I'm sorry," Justine finally managed to splutter. "I didn't mean to."
"Didn't you?" asked Marge. "Hey, Alex, why is Justine the odd one out in the room?"
Even while asking the question she was indicating her nightie, lying on the table next to the bed, making sure I knew the correct answer.
"That's easy. She's still dressed. Should we fix that?"
"I think we should," said Marge, and I took hold of Justine pyjama pants and pulled them down, tossing them to one side. Seeing she also had on some panties the promptly joined the pyjamas.
"Does her top count as being dressed?" I asked. The reason I asked was because it was unbuttoned and gaping wide, revealing a very nice pair of breasts.
"Oh, we can leave that," said Marge. "The question now is what do we do with her."
"Let me go back to bed? I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me. I was just terribly curious all of a sudden and then I found myself outside your door. I didn't mean to."
"I think we should help satisfy her curiosity," announced Marge and I raised my eyebrows. Was Marge now going to be an exhibitionist?
"No, no. There's no need. I don't need to see you and your husband together."
"That's good, because that's not what I meant. If you look at Alex you'll see he is slightly aroused. We need to do something about that."
Slightly aroused, she said. Marge was sitting there naked and there was a nubile eighteen year old lying naked next to her, so you could say that, yes, I was slightly aroused.
Justine flicked a quick look at my erection and then hastily looked away.
"I'm not touching that thing," she muttered.
"You misunderstand, dear. Alex will demonstrate what a man does with his cock when he's aroused, using you as his partner."
"Eh?" Not a very clear statement but all I was capable of at that moment.
"Well why not?" asked Marge. "I wasn't really in the mood and Justine is here and willing. She's already stripped off and is just waiting."
"No I'm not. I didn't strip off. He pulled my pants down. Not me."
"Details," said Marge, dismissing the objection. "He didn't undo your top did he?"
"But I didn't know he would find me," came the protest, only to have that one also dismissed.
"You wouldn't dare," Justine decided. "I'd tell and you'd get into trouble."
"Tell? You'd tell everyone that we found you half-naked at our bedroom door wanting to learn about sex? Like you said, we didn't expose these little beauties." With that comment Marge released one of Justine's wrists so that she could reach over and fondle one of her breasts. From the look on Justine's face I don't think she found that an improvement to her situation.
I captured Justine's free arm and passed it to Marge.
"Here. Hold this again. I'll see how she responds to a little bit of touching."
With that I dropped onto the bed next to Justine. I hooked one of my legs over one of hers, helping to keep her pinned down. It also left my erection pressed against her, something she was very conscious off from the scandalised look on her face.
I dropped a hand gently onto her breast with Justine promptly starting to wiggle around and throw it off. With Marge holding her wrists and my leg pinning her down it wasn't going to happen. Still, things would go smoother if she didn't panic.
"Relax, girl. I'm just going to let you find out what it's like to have a man touching you. That's all." I was quite happy to lie to achieve my ends. Why not, if it made her happier about what we were doing? "I suspect that you're still a little too juvenile for anything more than that."
At that last statement Janine managed to look both relieved and indignant. While happy that I didn't seem to be intending to force her into anything she probably resented me inferring that at eighteen she was still juvenile. Pride will lead you where common sense backs off.
I took my time playing with her breasts. I stroked them and lightly massaged them. Kissed them and suckled. Her nipples were proudly erect and from the way she reacted quite sensitive to my touch. She was breathing slightly harder when my hand moved down her body, seeking a more intimate encounter.
