We rumbled along the night time streets. The humidity was so thick that each street lamp had a halo around it. My mind was busy doing damage control. I didn't want to be thinking like that, after such a wonderful evening. My heart was singing. I'm overly romantic anyway. I knew even then, I'd just had the night of my life. Everyone has one. I believe God inserts these moments into our life just so that we do look forward to the next day, instead of greeting it with despair. Such a cruel trick it is to attach morals and complications to something so pure, so spontaneous and so loving.
Cheryl and I never professed our love to each other. But our time at the pond was indeed a moment of love. I wished I knew what my comely passenger was thinking. The way she hugged me as we rode along was making me smile. But then I had to start thinking of an explanation for our tardy return. I'd called the apartment from a pay phone at the Tenneco, but no one answered. Running out of gas is an old joke. About a block from the apartment, I reached down and unplugged one of the sparkplug caps, letting it stay on the plug loosely.
That worked out. Everyone was sitting out on the stoop, along with some of the neighbors. We came stuttering up on the bike, with it obviously not running right. Didn't need to do much explaining. Roo gave Cheryl some long looks from time to time, but soon conversations resumed, and so passed just another evening. Cheryl flashed me a big smile when no one was looking. I'm sure she was as relieved as I was.
TV for Three
The next two days were sultry and very hot. The rains finally came during the late afternoon of the second day, it seems. I got home late and thoroughly soaked. I noticed Roo's car was gone.
I came in the door to find the girls making a chef salad and pouring tea. Roo and her mom had gone to Uncle Scotts to give them a new stroller for the baby. Lisa told me they hadn't been gone long. I thought about it, wondering what urgency there was in delivering a stroller in this weather. Were they going to go out promenading in this soup?
I went into the bedroom and stripped down and towelled off. In the mirror, I looked like a large rat. My reverie was interrupted as Cheryl came in and taking up the towel, and started drying my hair.
"What were you looking in the mirror for, didja lose something?" she teased.
I grinned and said, "No, I just think I look like a drowned rat right now."
Cheryl kept up the head buffing, but she giggled and said," I don't know about any rat, but I do see a worm!"
I laughed and told her I needed to explain the differences beween snakes and worms. We both were laughing when Lisa came in.
She walked over to where we were by the dresser. "Is this the snake you're referring to, Sir?" she inquired while reaching down and giving my member a tug. Her eyes gleamed mischeviously as she let her hand linger an extra beat.
Cheryl stared in amazement at our Miss Hussy. " Lisa!" she exclaimed, "You're not being forward or anything, are you?" We all cracked up and trouped into the kitchen after I found my shorts.
It was great, sitting there with a girl on each side of me on the couch. Dinner was finished. Roo had called to tell us they were staying until the rain let up. It was really coming down. I could hear the traffic shussing wetly down the street through the open window.
As I said, the girls had me bookended on the couch. Each of them had swung their legs over the arms at each end and my feet were on a pillow on the coffee table. We were watching the weather reports interspersed with a sitcom. Cheryl had on a light silk robe of Roo's. Lise had on her usual large T-shirt, covering most of her down to the knees.
It was already dark outside. Normally, that wouldn't be the case, but the rain and clouds made it a good night to be indoors. I had an arm casually around each of the sisters shoulders as we watched the shenanigans on the tube. Bored, I looked down at Cheryl's pointed nipples poking through the thin fabric. Lazily, I slid my hand down to her breast and with just my fingertips began caressing her. Ever so lightly, I trailed my fingers up her tip and squeezed. Then back down her orb, gently scratching.
Cheryl looked around and up at me, flicking her eyes toward Lisa, clearly a question. I just grinned and shook my head, as if to say, "Just goofing around".
She caught on, and resumed watching the set.
What she didn't know was that my other hand was doing the same thing to her sister! Lisa never let on, she betrayed nothing. I cupped her small firm tits, tweaking her nubbins until they stood proud. For ten minutes perhaps, this continued. Cheryl squirmed a little bit, then took my hand to her mouth and gave me a little bite. I could feel her shoulders shake as she giggled silently.
It was then that my other hand got moved as well. Lise placed her small hand over mine and began moving south with it. Together, we glided over her belly, smooth and flat. We paused, then the travels began anew.!!! No panty indention. The pressure on my hand eased when we reached her pubis. The top of my hand felt cool after the heat of her palm and I could feel her fur under the T-shirt.
Glancing over her way, I could see her foot swinging in little circles off the arm of the couch, outwardly as unconcerned as could be. I could feel my pulse rise in time with my tumescence. On TV, the sitcom continued, although I'd totally lost the plot. Lisa had widened the gap in her legs and her long shirt was pooled near her hips.
It was a simple thing to pull that shirt just a bit further, loose as it was. Then just a brush against soft blonde pubes curling so sweetly in towards her cleft. In my growing excitement I pinched Cheryl's nipple and heard her sudden intake of breath. Lisa's nipples were at rigid attention as well, never mind the casually swinging foot. My shorts needed adjustment badly.
Lisa parted her thighs just a little more and I got my first whiff of her sex. I wondered immediately if Cheryl noticed. I had Lisa's shirt front above her pubes now and I was lightly tracing her outer lips. I moved my other hand down to Cheryl's mons to do the same act there. I could feel her wetness through the satin gown. Bunching it in my hand, I wadded it together until her sex was revealed. Than both sisters began recieving the same gentle caresses without the other's knowlege.
Lisa impatiently pushed my hand against her pussy. Unfurling my fingers, I trolled them up her small slit, gently opening her and moistening my fingertips. By the second stroke, I was lubricated enough to cover her clit. The foot finally quit swinging. Her excitement was clear now. Her pussy had swollen into a perfect little circle with her clit standing upright and slick. I softly stroked her clit with my thumb and just entered her with my ring finger. Her thigh muscles tightened and so did her grasp on my finger. I heard her gasp softly and felt her tense.
My other hand was busy as well. Being left handed as I am, Cheryl had the clear benefit of sitting to that side of me. I had two fingers inside of her, teasing her G and rubbing her whole mound with my palm. I could feel her lips squishing wetly, her clit engorged and ready. Cheryl was nowhere as good at keeping her composure. Her hips were undulating and she was beginning to raise her pelvis against my hand as I stroked and rubbed.
I was in heaven but at the least, very uncomfotable. My shorts were tight around my balls, (now very full) and my cock was wedged against my leg and I'd oozed a spot the size of a quarter that plainly showed. Both my hands were occupied. There were three sets of eyes blindly watching the TV. They could have shown incessant commercials and we wouldn't have noticed. The smell of arousal hung thick in the damp air. Obviously, neither girl could return favor to me, as they each thought they alone were the object of my attentions.
One can be literally saved by the bell. Cheryl was plainly writhing from my ministrations. Lisa kept pushing my other hand hard against her clit and her thighs were trembling. That's when the phone rang.
Lisa jumped up and went to the kitchen to answer. Cheryl turned around to face me. " Dammit," she muttered softly, " So close, I hate that phone!"
The call was for me. I went in the kitchen and Lise handed me the phone. Turns out Roo and her mom hadn't left yet. A tree had fallen on a car at the entrance to Scott's subdivision. So they were blocked in and were probably going to stay overnight. I understood that and said I was going on to bed, that I'd see her in the morning. It was hard to stay focused during the exchange. Lisa had unzipped me, finally letting my poor cock straighten out. She bent over from the waist and softly pulled me into her mouth while Roo was describing the scene at the subdivision. It was very strange listening to Roo while this tousled blond head bobbed up and down my length. I could feel my scrotum tightening with need. I pulled away from her to concentrate on the phone. I could see a ribbon of saliva reaching from my cock to her grinning mouth. Luckily Lisa straightened and zipped me back up.
After I hung up, I told the girls what Roo had said. Lisa promptly sat down at the dining table and began to roll one up. I went over to the window, noting that the rain had finally stopped. I could feel a cool breeze stirring and the curtains billowed slightly. I just needed a moment to regain my composure. The living room reeked of sex, although none had actually occured. Now it was obvious that Lisa had joined the fray. I didn't know what Cheryl had revealed, but Lise was truly acting the wanton woman part. It made me wonder what the reaction of each would be were I to continue down the path before us.
Cheryl came up behind me and gave me a hug. "Ted, do you think it's dry enough to go up on the roof? It would be nice to lay out up there where it's cool, don't you think?"
I lit a smoke, breathing it in deep before replying. I knew what I really wanted to do right then and there, to hell with the consequences. My cock was still throbbing, all I wanted to do is bury it deep in either one, I didn't care. When I finally could trust myself to speak, I turned, facing the auburn haired beauty. I said, "That sounds good to me. I really need to cool down, it might be just the ticket, whew!"
