*Knock knock*
I took a deep breath. My knocks on Megan and Joyce's front door were loud thuds. In the beams of the afternoon sun, my purpose for being there made me feel like I was trying to rob a bank. A thousand phantom eyes watched me.
Megan answered the door with a hearty welcome, "Hey, how's it going, Tiffany? Come on in!"
I bashfully entered the home and micromanaged my outfit. Megan wore a bright blue and white dress, with matching thigh high socks and shoes, and a sky blue ribbon holding her up in a wavy ponytail. She was all dolled up in a K-Pop way. I, on the other hand, wore simple black booty shorts and a lime green hoodie. My sneakers weren't anything special.
"You look great," I complimented. Might as well be courteous.
"Thanks, Joyce likes it when I'm cutesy," Megan put her fingertips under her chin and fluttered her lavish eyelashes.
Megan's cleavage was framed perfectly by frills and bust. My eyes lingered, and that bank robbery feeling returned, "I would have to agree."
"I bet Derrick wanted to be here. I'm surprised you didn't invite him," Megan closed the door.
"About that...he doesn't know..."
"He doesn't?!"
I knew Derrick; he'd just get jealous...or greedy, "He knows I'm spending the day with you. He doesn't know about Joyce. Or our plans."
"Wow, Tiffany, you know this makes you a cheater."
"It's not cheating if he never finds out..." I smiled nervously. It was a threesome with two other girls! It was fine!
Megan laughed at my retort, and she nodded, "You'll have to seal my lips, then."
Megan and I walked into the kitchen. She twirled against the counter. I noticed a severe lack in another beautiful woman, "Where's Joyce?"
"Shopping. I sent her out because we needed some things..." Megan ran a finger along the counter edge. Her tone was suspiciously playful.
"Megan..." I bit the lure.
The blonde vixen strutted over to me. Her heels stomped the floor, and sent vibrations up to jiggle her breasts. A masterful display of teasing. She got right in my face, "I wanted some alone time with you."
Megan leaned into me. Her pressure and sweetness flooded my senses. I melted and my mind switched to one thing. My hands grasped her hips and we made out in the middle of the kitchen. Our make out included pecks, licks, bites, and suckling. Megan labored against my mouth like a 9-to-5 job, and she wanted overtime!
I was far more interested in enjoying her curves. I focused on her ass and thighs. My fingers wrote my excitement across her lower half. The hotter it grew between us, and the wetter our kisses became, the more daring I reached. I slipped under the skirt of her dress and squeezed her cheeks.
Her tongue swirled in my mouth, and she drowned me in passion. The squeezes I pressed on her faltered as she started squeezing me. Her hands entered under my hoodie and found my bare breasts. A sexual warmth spread across my torso, and soon that warmth gathered between my legs. I could only hope I did the same to her. A slow increase of heavy breathing indicated as much.
We sidestepped and met the dining table. My submissive side clicked on as I faced the table, and pressed my butt against Megan. We continued kissing, now over my shoulder, and she tickled my boobs from behind. At this point my hoodie was raised enough to expose them. I rubbed my ass against her stomach and groin. Old habits die hard...Derrick liked it when I moved my booty.
Megan took it as a different queue. She moved a hand onto my ass and glanced down at it. She wiggled it, spanked it, and groped it. Saliva painted her lips, "Mmm, I'm kinda an ass girl..."
"Oh yeah?"
"Every guy and girl I get with has to have one," Megan opted to use both hands to massage my rear. I pictured Joyce's ass, and though I never saw it naked, I knew hers was more wide than plump. Megan lowered my pants to expose my bare bottom, "Do you not wear underwear for a reason?"
"Um...easy access?" my reason didn't seem sufficient, but it was true.
"Girl, you are nasty," Megan cackled, while her fingers traced my valley. Chills trembled me when her hand explored more. She petted my bottom and made me yearn. I tilted my hips to push it out. I spread my legs to invite her. Megan took her time to reach my wet mound, and when she paid it attention, I moaned. She kept the teasing up by never staying in one place too long. When my shorts hit the floor, her range of motion extended to my thighs. When I fully bent over, her range extended to the nape of my back. Megan marinated my body with sensual touch.
The blip sound of a car being locked sounded outside the front door. Megan and I froze and shot our attention to the door. Its lock started to jostle. My heart hammered my chest and throat.
"She's home! Hide!" Megan mini-panicked and ran towards a closet. I yanked up my pants and dashed after her. Megan waved my half naked ass into the closet. We were both able to cram inside, even with a broom and mopping equipment in the way. I closed the door just as we heard the front door open.
"I'm home!" I heard Joyce call. Good gravy, that was close. I mean, it wasn't really a big deal, right? I was there for a threesome...so why did Megan...
Hands reached up and around my breasts. Megan locked in again as she squeezed my fun bags. I was taken aback, and didn't dare make a noise.
"So, Joyce hates it when I'm alone with another woman. She gets super jealous...but her frustration turns me on," Megan pecked my neck with kisses.
Jealous? Would Joyce body drop me if she found us? My nerves went on the fritz as Megan's hands and lips played my perversion.
I heard Joyce walk into the kitchen and drop her keys on the counter. After a moment, she called again, "Hey, babe? Is Tiffany here?"
