I work part time at a local grocery store in our thriving little town, while attending my first year at a university in a larger city. My friendship with Mary-Louise, a divorced mother of one teenage daughter, blossomed over the past year. We were 17 years apart in age, yet we could share our most intimate, sensual desires with each other.
We flirted and often stole little kisses and, to my surprise; she enjoyed rubbing her lovely little ass against my crotch anytime the occasion presented itself. However, I never dreamed that our friendship would extend much beyond the shop floor. It heightened my astonishment when Mary-Louise asked me over for dinner to meet her older sister, Jessie, and her 18-year-old daughter, Ashley.
It was a warm fall evening. The stars were twinkling, and the moon was shining as I walked up the sidewalk to the front entrance of her apartment building. I hit the buzzer. Seconds later, she announced that she'd be right down. While I waited for her, I took a quick look around the area, noticing that her apartment building was in a nice, quiet neighbourhood.
"Hi Glen, please come on in."
My heart fluttered as Mary-Louise tossed her dark, wavy hair and smiled. She has a lip - smacking medium-sized body and stands about 5`6" tall and weighs 115 pounds. She wore a scarlet off-the-shoulder mini dress with a floral print. Her perfume was exquisite and delicately fresh.
She took my hand, leading me up the stairs to her apartment, then to the sofa. "Have a seat, Glen. Ashley and Jessie will be out in a minute."
Mary-Louise's nickel size areolas and her nipples caught my attention; thanks to a lamp next to the sofa, I could see the shape of her petite hips and her inner thighs through the sheer, silky fabric of her dress. I also saw that she wasn't wearing panties, and that she had a thick black bush. I developed a carnal, mind-blowing crush on her.
"Excuse me, I have to put something in the oven. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
While Mary-Louise went into the kitchen, I sat and looked around the living room. They cheerfully decorated it with some old Norman Rockwell style paintings on the wall. A small table with a white tablecloth stood next to the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony. On the table there were several photographs, perhaps of family and friends. A large television console stood along the wall opposite to me. A big plush, beige coloured chair sat next to the sofa off to the right, filled with soft, oversized pillows and stuffed animals. Cat toys littered the floor throughout the apartment, although I didn't see one that night.
After several minutes, Mary-Louise returned and sat herself down on the sofa next to me. We talked about her job, the store, and some of the upcoming sales. Soon, the conversation changed.
"How were classes today?"
"Okay, I guess, nothing too exciting."
"Is that sexy professor you like still around?"
"Yeah, she's still there. She's not teaching my course anymore. They moved her to another one."
"Aww, maybe someday, we could arrange something between us."
"Oh Mary, now you're getting me hard!"
"Good, a young man should always be hard. Especially around me." she snickered.
Mary-Louise stood up from the sofa to flaunt herself, turning around several times before facing me once again. "Do you like my new dress? It shows off my body really well, doesn't it!"
"It shows everything I want to see; I love it. You look so gorgeous in it."
"Aww... thanks! Do I look hot too?"
"Oh Shit, you're burning up in that dress!"
Mary-Louise grinned, then sort of flopped down on the sofa, putting her right arm underneath my left arm, then wrapping her hand inside mine and locking fingers. She gave me a long, fervent kiss on the lips. I was just about to push my luck and touch one of her medium-sized breasts when Ashley came out and gave her mother a hug and a long kiss. Her timing pissed me off a bit. But I did not know. However, that my luck would change for the better that evening.
"Glen, meet my daughter Ashley."
I responded with a big smile, "Hey Ashley, your mom talks about you all the time!"
"Uh-oh, Mom, you didn't tell him the cat story, did you?" Ashley looked at her mom, somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh Shit," Mary-Louise laughed and waved her hand in the air. "Glen, she's referring to the time about a year ago when she was taking a bath. Our cat was walking along the edge of the tub, slipped and fell into the soapy water. Fritz shot out, and Ashley tried to catch him to dry him off. But she left the apartment door open with just a crack, and the cat slipped through the opening. As I was walking up the stairs, the cat came running down, with Ashley hot on his tail, bare ass, tits swinging and everything. The cat raced down the stairs till it ran out of places to run. I spun around to follow them. The downstairs neighbours, an elderly couple, just stepped out of their apartment, saw her flying by in all her nudity, and followed them. Ashley caught the cat, stormed past the old couple, who looked at her, disgusted by her nakedness. To piss the old couple off, she told him he should come up for a quick fuck sometime, then she and the cat took off upstairs. I learned that day I had a slut for a daughter, a rude one, too."
"Mom..." Ashley whined. "Damn you Mom!"
Ashley loves it when her mother tells that story. She stood in front of me with an embarrassed smile, giggling.
Ashley is a year younger than me, and she looks like a younger version of her mother, except she has beautiful light blonde hair that curls inwards at the shoulders.
She's dressed in a flimsy white tube top that came to an abrupt halt, exposing the bottom of her tiny boobs. Her washed black denim shorts at the top were unbuttoned, and the bottom rode high up her ass cheeks. Ashley was four foot-eleven inches tall and weighed 95 to a 100 pounds. It was no surprise to see her in bare feet with bright red toenails.
Ashley gave me a brief smile before bending down and giving me a sizzling embrace and a kiss, the kiss that a good girlfriend would give. I wrapped my arms around her perfect little waist and slid my palms up and down her back, feeling her warm, soft, pale flesh. As Ashley drew back, her top slid up, revealing her long brownish nipples. She pulled her top back down as if nothing happened. The material of her top did nothing to hide anything. In short, she may as well have gone topless.
"Damn, she's my kind of girl," I thought to myself as she seemed unconcerned about anyone seeing her naughty bits.
Her mother didn't appear to be bothered by her dress, which in a way surprised me at first. But, then again, Mary-Louise's dress showed almost as much of her body as Ashley's. In the store, I've seen young girls chastised or scoffed at for wearing far more clothing than what either of them wore that evening. To say I was hot and bothered that night would be a vast understatement.
Mary-Louise moved over to allow Ashley to sit next to me. Ashley and I connected; within minutes, she cuddled up to me on the sofa.
Jessie appeared just as Mary-Louise was ready to say something. Her hair was black with greyish streaks, and parted in the middle, falling to her ribs. Jessie looked every bit as attractive as the other two females. She had on a brown mesh top with a wavy design that showed off her puffy nipples. Her white pants were thin and silky, highlighting a rather large camel toe. She looked to be the same height as Mary-Louise, but was a couple of pounds heavier. It took everything I had not to jump her.
"Glen, I want you to meet my sister, Jessie." Mary-Louise laughed. "She's the slut of the family."
"She's right about me being a slut. My mind is always on sex all day. How about you, Glen? Do you think about sex too?" Jessie smiled and gave me a hug and a quick kiss. "It's nice to meet you."
"Hi, I guess I do too." I replied with some shyness.
"You sure don't talk much, do you?" Ashley said, her voice breaking with laughter.
