I had tried to have a normal life in spite of what my stepfamily was doing to me. I tried dating but that was even short-circuited.
Bonnie, a pretty girl with a terrific body and nice personality and I had hit it off in school and I finally asked her for a date. She agreed and suggested dinner and a movie. I readily agreed, with fantasies of wild passion to follow dinner. At least that was the fantasy.
Faye had seen me talking to her and in her usual style, started asking questions. I told her we had a date. To my surprise, Faye thought that was an excellent idea and suggested that she cook dinner for the three of us, and then we could go to whatever movie we liked. I was suspicious but could not poke any holes in the idea. I knew Faye could cook. Friday would be perfect, she'd told me. The folks would be out again for the evening, it was the help's night off and it would just be the three of us. She said she had not met Bonnie but wanted to, and this would provide a perfect setting.
Friday arrived and I was looking forward to the evening. As I started out the door to go get Bonnie, Faye called to me.
"Here, why don't you use my Beamer" as she tossed me the keys.
That sure beat my old Chevy. I had no problem accepting the offer. As I got in the car and started it, I wondered why she was going out of her way on this. This was unlike her.
It was a short drive to Bonnie's house in an upper middle class neighborhood that was walking distance to the school. She answered the door as I knocked. I told her Faye was cooking for us and that she wanted to meet Bonnie. She told me her parents were out for the evening and would not be home till late and that she had no set curfew. I thought how perfect everything was coming together.
On the drive home, she sat close to me, at least as close as the floor shift in the Beamer would permit. She placed her hand on my thigh and as I looked to see if she was fastened in, she gave me a smile that said volumes. She even arched her back as if to stretch, but was really just to show off her 36C breasts beneath a silk blouse. I imagined what it would be like to unbutton that blouse. As we started to drive, once we were in fourth gear, Bonnie took my hand off the shift knob and placed in on her thigh. Her skirt had ridden up so my hand felt her nylon covered thigh and I almost jerked it back. She held it in place, and gave me a wink. Her slip had not ridden as high as her skirt and I could tell it was a very good one, white with about three inches of lace. I figured her for a full slip girl but wondered what I'd find later. The material above the lace shined in the soft light from the cars instruments. I ached to touch it but thought I better not push things too far for right now. Her perfume was filling the car and I was enjoying filling my lungs with it as we drove. She had me in the palm of her hand and we hadn't even gotten to the house yet.
I pulled up to the front of the house and got out to open the car door for her. When I opened the door, I was greeted with legs, long silky legs. Her skirt was hiked up to her crotch (tell me it wasn't on purpose) and she swung them out to the pavement. As I took her hand and helped her to her feet, she gave me that "Like what you see?" looks.
I opened the door to the house and was greeted by the heavenly smells of Faye's cooking. She liked to do Northern Italian and it made the house smell wonderful. I brought Bonnie back to the kitchen and introduced the two to each other. In a few minutes it seemed that they were hitting it off fairly well, so I got the wine ready for dinner. Bonnie jumped right in and found ways to make herself useful and in no time the three of us were all getting along famously. We decided to eat at one end of the dinning room table.
Since the veal had to simmer for about 30 minutes we adjourned to the living room for some small talk and a drink before dinner. Our folks didn't want us drinking hard liquor but had not problem with wine, so I served a nice white wine that would also go with the veal.
There were two sofas in the living room forming a conversation group. I sat on one and Faye across from me on the other. I was surprised when Bonnie sat down next to Faye but really didn't think a whole lot of it other than that. Their conversation became very animated and there was a lot of casual touching going on between them. I was still not alarmed. Had I known what was coming, I would have had cause to be.
Dinner was soon served and we found ourselves at the dinning room table. It was very intimate with all three of us at one end, complete with candles. I sat at the end with the two girls on either side of me. As I ate, I felt a nylon-clad foot rubbing my calf on both sides. I wondered if either girl knew what the other was doing.
The three of us killed two bottles of white wine by the time we finished dinner. It was just enough to loosen things up a bit.
Bonnie was complementing Faye on her cooking when Fay said "Ken knows how to make the best Parfait you have ever eaten. You will absolutely love it and it will finish this meal just perfectly."
Bonnie could scarcely contain herself. "Ken, you must make us Parfait's. PLEASE."
Faye joined her in her plea. "I got all the makings for it today. Be a dear and make us one." She had that evil smile. What was she up to?
I agreed, partly because of their request and partly because I wanted one too. Faye was right. It would round the meal out perfectly.
"And while you are at it, put on some coffee"
"Yes, coffee would be great."
Well, it did give me a chance to show off a bit. The passion would be sweeter once we finally got to it.
It took me about a half an hour to put together the parfaits and get the coffee going. I loaded everything on a tray and started back to the dinning room. When I got there I got quite a shock.
The girls were in an embrace and I could tell were eagerly exploring each others mouth's with their tongues. Both were purring and I could see that both blouses were unbuttoned. At first they were too lost in each other to notice me and I watched with envy as my stepsister's hand caressed the lace-covered breast of my date. Yes, she wore a full slip and a half-cup bra. The straps of the slip had slid off her shoulders, allowing the slip to slide down to reveal the creamy flesh filling those half cups.
It was clear to me that Faye did not seduce Bonnie. Bonnie was obviously leading the kiss.
"Faye, I have wanted to kiss you like that since I first saw you in school. You are so beautiful. Your breasts are full and firm, your legs, oh I want to make love with you." Bonnie was speaking softly but I heard every word.
"Wow" Faye replied, "You're not so bad yourself. And your kiss is to die for." With that she resumed the kiss. It was so hot I could feel myself beginning to stir.
I managed to get the tray with desert and coffee on the table without spilling it but it was touch and go for a minute. When I put it down there was a slight clink as the china hit.
They heard the clink and broke the kiss, immediately embarrassed. Then they did the oddest thing. Both acted like nothing had happened. They simply re-arranged their clothes and buttoned their blouses.
"I see desert is here" Faye said, very matter of fact. "He makes it with Crème de Menthe. You will love it." Said all as if nothing had happened and I had not witnessed anything.
As they sat back down at the table, facing each other, each ate the parfait in the most erotic fashion they could. Not for my benefit, for each other. It was as if I was not there. Their eyes never left each other until they were finished.
After we finished desert, The girls thanked me and said, almost in unison "If you will clean up the dishes, we'll go pick a movie for tonight." With that they left the room for the entertainment room.
It didn't take me long to clean up and load and start the dishwasher. I was done in about ten minutes. I was wondering what was going to happen next as I walked into the entertainment room.
Both girls had taken off their skirts and blouses. Both were in beautiful full slips. Faye was wearing the ivory slip with the antique lace. I remembered the first time I saw that slip and the pleasure she gave me with it. They were talking softly and petting each other as I walked in. They turned to face me with smiles.
