It was 7:00 p.m., the evening after I first discovered cousin love in Marion's loft. I heard the sound of a souped-up sports car outside my condo. Looking out my window, I confirmed it was a pink Mustang convertible driven by Velvet, Marion's gal pal, my date for dinner. I had met Velvet several months before , when I was clubbing with Marion. Since then, she had become a semi-regular member of our gand of merry adventurers, except her participation was limited by the fact that she worked most nights. Velvet was an exotic dancer.
Tonight, her hair was dyed jet black, with a touch of pink at the tips, cut roughly, and spiked away from her head. A symphony of jangling earrings framed her oval face, a diamond in her nostril; her lashes were theatrically long and lush; she had rimmed her ruby red lips with black. Her sense of drama continued with her black leather bomber jacket, open at her wisplike waist, revealing an unbuttoned man's white shirt barely covering her ripe breasts. The bra beneath the shirt was black lace. Her long legs were poured into skin tight black jeans , tucked into tan cowboy boots. As she came to my door, I appreciated her beauty. Her elegant 6 feet of height was a good match for me. I was still puzzled though, as to how I fit into her plans. Marion had always said Velvet was Sapphic, turned off men by their animal lust. Marion was attracted to Velvet, but feared the flames that would be ignited by their passion. Was I along as chaperone, or boy toy? Time would tell.
Velvet bounced up the stairs to meet me at the door. She cupped my chin in her hands, drew my face forward, and kissed me. At first, it was gentle, chaste. Then her lips slowly parted, her tongue slipping into the opening. I reflexively reciprocated. Suddenly, her tongue intertwined with mine, the pressure pushing me back, stumbling and staggering, weak in the knees. She released me, giggling. "Mmm. I hope Marion tastes as good," she said. She took my hand.
Velvet released me, and skipped breezily down the stairs. I stood there for a moment, admiring the view of her taut young butt bouncing ahead . I breathed deeply. What was I doing? Sex with my cousin last night, and now, Velvet too? Was I crazy? Or was I dreaming that Velvet really intended to have sex with me, let alone include me in anything with Marion? I was sure Velvet was lesbian, not bi, like Marion. So where was this headed? I shook myself out of my reverie and started down the stairs to find out.
" Don't worry , baby, tonight will be fun," Velvet purred as she swung herself into the Mustang. My confusion must have been apparent. " Marion is trying so hard to be straight. I'm sure her fun with you last night will loosen her up. And then..." Velvet giggled, leaning back. She ran a hand over her chest, winked, then teasingly caressed her right nipple. " Lucky for you, we've each got two, so there's lots to go around."
Not taking my eyes off Velvet, I opened my door and swung into the seat. As i turned my head to find the seatbelt, any doubt about Velvet's willingness to at least tease ended. I felt fingers gently brush the denim covering my knee. As I buckled up, Velvet's other hand reached for my chin. She used her finger tips to guide me towards her. She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. As she pulled back, she giggled, " Good thing I'm the one who needs to keep my eyes on the road. You haven't taken yours off my chest since I got here." Grinning, she started the car and roared off down the street towards Marion's house.
It was an uncomfortable ride to Marion's house. Velvet continued to tease me by brushing her fingers along my thigh. Now, though , she pretended innocence, chattering away about girl stuff- a sure sign, in my experience , that you have been emasculated, labelled 'one of the girls'. After all, how can you expect to get laid by a woman after she asks you " Is my hair too pink?". My spirits improved a bit though, as I recalled that early in our friendship, Marion had done similar things. I guess that was what made last night in Marion's loft such a pleasant shock. Perhaps dinner with Marion and Velvet would prove just as gratifying.
When we pulled up at cousin Marion's house, Velvet surprised me by jumping out of the car and rushing around to open my door for me. "Tonight, Robbie, I'm the guy, since you're my date." Velvet giggled, standing on tiptoe to lean up and touch the tip of my nose with her pink painted lips. Over her shoulder, I saw Marion standing in the doorway. Marion looked smashing in a girlish tartan skirt and a baby blue crop top that matched her eyes. Her outfit was completed with tasseled ankle socks. With her curly blond hair , delicate features, and slight figure, Marion played the schoolgirl slut well.
"About time you guys got here," Marion called as we came up the walk. Velvet automatically curled her fingers through mine as we walked, just like a real date. "I thought maybe you got lost and were forced to spend the time making out, waiting for rescuing. I started dreaming of being your rescuer, " Marion giggled, "then, I got kinda damp, and lost track of time. I'm not sure if you got here too soon or too late. I know my business was unfinished. I guess now you guys will hafta help.". She stepped down off the porch, stood right in front of me, took my chin in between her hands, gently lifted my face, and softly kissed my lips , giving just a teasing stab of tongue. Her body pressed tightly against mine. My cock, stiff from Velvet's teasing, responded, throbbing against my petite cousin's tummy.
Marion did not move aside to let me go up into the house right away. Instead, she ground her belly against my cock. Behind me, velvet stepped close, her arms reaching around me to hug Marion, recklessly uncaring as to what any neighbours might think. Marion broke off kissing me to lean over my shoulder as Velvet leaned forward. Their lips entwined by my ear. We were the veritable Manwich, one girl rubbing each side of me. Although their hands spent much of the moment caressing each other, my body received plenty of attention. I thought I would burst.
In less than 24 hours, my incestuous cousin fantasy had progressed to almost engaging in public sex. Not that I minded. They were two beautiful women. One , my cousin, was blonde and pert, and dressed the part of the sweet young thing. The other, Velvet, every mother's worst nightmare of what her son might meet. I must have looked a bit like the guy with the angel on one shoulder, and a devil on the other. But appearances are deceiving. For cousin Marion was decidedly no angel.
The girls broke the hug apart, Velvet stepping back first, her fingers caressing Marion's, lingering as they drew away. Then Marion gave me one more teasing stab of tongue and stepped aside. With a broad , dramatic sweep of her arm, she gestured for us to enter. " My humble home..." she joked.
As a gentleman, I stepped aside also, allowing Velvet to go first up the stairs to the porch. Marion joined me in watching Velvet's gorgeous bottom jiggling as she climbed. Marion snuggled close to me, her arm around my back, right hand cupping my bottom. "God, Robbie, that girl is so hot. But I'm not sure... I know she wants me, but I'm trying to be straight. I want to get a good teaching job when I finish school."