Noon on Wednesdays in Mike's Deli is usually packed with office workers ramming their food down in a half hour so that they can get back to work on time. Not much talking. A lot of fast eating. On this day, however, there were just four people in the place and they weren't as interested in eating as talking.
At one table by the window sat two fiftyish year old guys, dressed in suits, huddled over their coffee cups chatting away about putting the make on the two young ladies at another table in the far corner. The men, who were real estate salesmen with nothing to sell, were deciding who would take which girl. Salesman Number One picked the tall blonde and Salesman Number Two chose the short brunette. Their plan was to take the girls back to Number Two's apartment where they would all have a drink, enjoy a strip tease dance by the girls and after watching the two young ladies perform a girl on girl scene, they would fuck them. They had it all figured out.
Across the room the brunette saw it coming. She told her companion she would handle it.
"Of course you will," the blonde said with a laugh, "You're the ballsy one."
"Hi girls," sang Salesman Number One as they approached, "How we doing today."
"Okee dokee, sweetie," cooed the brunette. She turned to the blonde and mouthed, "I love his comb over." The blonde giggled into her soda.
"Listen ladies, we were wondering." Number One started to say but was cut off in mid sentence by the brunette standing up next to him and placing her body against his.
"You're going to ask us up to your place for a drink and then were hoping to get a blow job after me and my friend eat each other out. Right?"
Both men stood speechless.
"Listen boys," the brunette continued, "your line is so weak and pitiful. Now why don't you get home to your wives so they don't get bored and look for some young stud to take your place!"
Both men stood red faced for a moment then turned and walked away.
"But thanks for the compliment, assholes," called out Bette.
She giggled into her soda again.
The brunette sat down, waving her hand as though she were erasing the incident so she could move on to something important.
"Fuck them, Bette," she said to the blonde, "Listen, I have something real serious to talk to you about. I did something that may piss you off."
"Debbi, Tell me you didn't ruin that new skirt I lent you for last Saturday's date. If you let some guy get his gooie stuff on my new skirt you will buy me a new one," said Bette in a mock angry tone of voice.
"Shut up, Bette. It's not about your stupid skirt."
Both girls sat looking at each other for a moment.
"I. Shit. I. Oh, shit. I fucked Davie yesterday," Debbie blurted out.
Bette looked at her frind like she didn't hear her.
"Davie?" she asked. "My brother David?"
"Bette, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did it!"
"You screwed my brother? Where?," Bette asked.
"In your TV room, Bette. I'm so sorry."
"Wow. I can't believe you and my brother, fucking in my house. That is too much."
Debbi reached for Bette's hand and squeezed it.
"Bette, tell me your not mad at me."
"Mad? Wow. Both of you naked . Doing it. Holy cow,"
"Yea, Bette. What about me and you. Aren't you pissed at me?" asked Debbi.
"Whew! Pissed? Deb, now that the shock is over I want to hear all about it,"
"Your kidding me. I thought you'd never forgive me."
"Listen, Deb. I have to tell you a secret now. A week ago I was walking past the bathroom and Davie was in the shower. The door was open and the shower door wasn't slid closed and I saw him standing there. In the shower. Naked."
"So, what's so secret about that," Deb said with a nervous laugh.
"Deb, he was jerking off. I saw his cock and it was huge."
"I know, Bette. I felt it."
Bette took a deep breath. "I stood there and watched him jack off and shoot cum all over the tile wall. I never believed a guy could shoot cum like that. It was like a thick stream of water. I heard it smack on the wall. I couldn't move it was so hot looking. When he finished I ran away from the door so he wouldn't catch me but I can't get that scene out of my mind."
"Bette, your brother is so hot. I want to fuck him again."
"I don't blame you, Deb"
"Well then. Um. It's okay if I do? Alright? Please tell me it's okay. Cause my folks are out tonight until tomorrow afternoon and I asked him over."
"Sure it's okay, Deb. I just hope I get to see him do it again sometime."
Both girls sat there sipping their sodas quietly. Thoughts were rolling around in both their heads. Slowly their eyes met and Debbi was the first to speak.
"Wanna watch us, Bette? Me and Davie?"
"Your kidding Deb, how could I do that? Damn, could I? When?"
"Why not, Bette. Look. Davie's coming over my house tonight at eight. You get there at seven and we'll put a chair in my walk-in closet and you'll see everything. I'll leave the door open wide enough. It will be great. You'll have a ring side seat."
What Debbi didn't share with Bette was that since seeing Traci Lords in Davie's porn movie she has had a fantasy of being watched as she had sex with someone. She knew she could be comfortable in front of her best friend. Especially with a stud like Davie.
The girls giggled and Bette assured Debbi that she would show up. They finished their sodas, paid the check and said fair well to each other with a hug.
Bette arrived at Debbi's house promptly at seven that night. Treated like one of the family, she had her own key and let herself in. She walked into Debbi's bedroom to find her girlfriend standing naked in front of a mirror, dusting powder on her body. Soft jazz music was playing. Very sensuous music.
"Hi," said Bette, a little nervous as she looked Debbi over.
"Hi, Girlfriend," she responded as she poured Bette a glass of wine. Debbi already had two under her belt to loosen up.
"So what are you wearing for this event?" asked Bette.
"This. Look, I even trimmed my bush real close and in the shape of a heart," Debbi replied as she slipped on a red silk Kimono and put her feet into matching red mules. Her hair lay luxuriously on her shoulders with a sheen from the hour of brushing she gave it.
"I wish I had boobs like yours," Bette said as she stared at her friends breast being covered in the sensuous robe. They pushed out like two soft mounds under the fabric.
"What do you mean, Girl," replied Debbi. "You have a really nice body. Look, take your clothes off and put this on."
"Slip those heels on too," she said as she handed Bette a blue silk robe."
"Why? I'm only going to watch."
"I know but it will put you in the mood. Maybe you'll want to play with yourself."
Debbi sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Bette put her wine down and begin taking her clothes off. Kicking her sneaks into the closet, she pulled her jeans and blouse off and stood shyly in front of Debbi. She was a good four inches taller than her friend and had a slim muscular frame. Her legs were long and strong and her ass was firm from daily workouts. Slipping the robe around her shoulders she maneuvered her bra and panties off. Gathering all her clothes up she tossed them in the closet with her sneaks and stepped into the black heels.
"Okay, Miss Up Tight, here's your wine. Now let's set up your lookout post."
Debbi placed her vanity chair in the spacious closet.
"Okay," she said, "give it a try."
Bette sat down and Debbi closed the bi-fold door leaving it open a good two inches. Debbi hopped onto the bed and and made a few modeling gestures.
"I can see you perfectly, Deb. I just hope I don't get caught. David will be pissed."
"Don't worry, Bette, I have it all planned."
Just then the door bell rang and Debbi scurried off the bed. She winked at Bette and they high fived each other then Debbi headed for the door.
"Boy your right on time, Davie," said Debbi as she opened the door and ushered him in.