Chapter 22 - The friendly couples
It was so funny. I hadn't known people did this - couples did this - I thought sex was really all private but these two young couples were fucking each other doggy fashion side by side on twin beds.
But I am getting ahead of myself. I had been in the pub, in my 'local,' had spent a pleasant hour with Carson before he had gone home to be with Cindy. It was whilst sitting there on my own nursing the remains of my pint and reading a newspaper that the two couples had come to my attention. Fairly young, pretty enough girls and nothing amiss about the lads either. Nice to see them chatting away. I was in the midst of an item on the economy and what the Chancellor should be doing when my attention was suddenly caught by the word 'sex.' You know how it is, the brain filters out sound when you are concentrating on something but nonetheless some part of the brain is sort of listening around you and attention will suddenly be focused if, for example, your own name is mentioned or something else that is a key interest. You have read far enough to have worked out that I am just a little interested in sex!
I did not actually look up or give any indication but I was listening intently. The gist of the remainder of the conversation, though I am not sure what lead up to it, was they were all staying at one of the four's flat; this, though, was a shared flat and the person's room, and that was an important feature, only had twin beds so not only was it going to be a squeeze for each couple but it was going to be a bit strange after lights out hearing what was going on in the other bed! That was where the word 'sex' came in, you see.
"Why do the lights need to be out?" It was one of the girls – which surprised me – but why indeed?
"I hardly want to see you fucking, Debbie!" The other girl.
"Or me Dave's dick." Her boyfriend speaking.
"Come on, Ben, you must have compared them."
"What, no!"
"Surely all boys compare the size of their dicks?"
"No way!"
"Be fun to see, wouldn't it Bev, whose is biggest!"
"Err yeah, if you say so."
"Right, that's settled. This is going to be just so funny!"
You can imagine I was interested. A couple of girls measuring dicks was going to be novel and the prospect of watching two couples having intercourse together with the light on attractive. I could see TSM getting into 'costume' fairly shortly! My glances started taking in the girl's attributes more closely.
"I don't think we want to..." It was Ben.
"No show: no fucking. That's right isn't it Bev?"
"Yeah, 'suppose so."
You can imagine that I just happened to finish my beer at the same time they got up to leave; that I followed and was in the flat before them ducking under the arm opening the door. A nice flat, seemingly three occupants in three bedrooms, all students by the look of the usual student stuff, no one else in and the site of the evening's adventures obvious from the twin beds, The other rooms had a single (unmade) and a double (made) bed, you see. I had explored.
It was easiest to sit in one of the other rooms and await developments.
"Right Ben and Dave, you can use the bathroom first. Oh and don't bother with any pyjamas or clothes or anything. Bev and I will be waiting in the lounge with coffees for you – and..." There was a giggle from both girls, clearly Bev had relaxed into the idea – perhaps the drink had helped - "and a ruler."
I had unexpectedly fallen into something just so amusing and interesting. This was going to be a hoot – and was.
Staying in another room may have been easiest but you can imagine I was hidden in the lounge by the time Ben and Dave joined the girls. Perhaps the idea had grown in interest or perhaps they were just keen to do the fucking later but there they came into the lounge completely naked just as if they were in the changing room at the sports club and just as instructed.
The girls just sat there giggling. Not at all conducive to a manly swelling. The boys were self conscious. On the table four mugs of coffee – clearly I had been forgotten – OK, just not known about! On the stereo the Beatles playing quietly.
"What do we do?" It was Bev.
"We measure them soft and then... we get them hard!"
"Oh... of course. Who is going to..."
"No cheating, we'll both measure."
It was perhaps that which brightened the prospect for the boys. There was a glance between them. They were going to be touched not just by their own girlfriend.
Debbie had the ruler. "Come here Dave."
An interesting sight. Two girls seated on a sofa, Debbie fair in a nice little red dress with her knees just showing and dark Bev in fashion jeans with a white sleeveless top; to their left side the table with the mugs of coffee and to their front, now standing close to Debbie a naked young man and the three of them watched by another young man equally naked.
Nice to see Debbie just lifting up Dave's limp item as casual as anything, push the ruler into his dark curly hair and look at the scale. "3.4 inches to the tip."
She handed the ruler to Bev. "Come here too Ben."
The other man being handled, the ruler pressed against the hair.
"3.6 inches. Just bigger!"
"Shouldn't you really pull the foreskin back and read from the tip of Ben's knob to be consistent?"
"Debbie, you are being a bit madly scientific."
Ben's foreskin though was long and as Bev pulled it back – right back – fully revealing his knob it was obvious Ben's apparent superiority was about to be lost.
"Only 3.3. Oh dear."
A big grin from Dave.
