I was putting a lot of my time and thought into how best to reawaken the side of Georgia she had shown when she let me lick Lydia. It had been amazingly hot, and somewhere in the back of my mind I had a lurking feeling that somehow it held the solution to being able to tell her about Mum. But that was a pipe dream, and until I had seen that side of her more often, I couldn't be sure. Either way, I was always on the lookout for an opportunity.
We inched closer to the holidays and everyone seemed to be more and more absorbed in their exam preparation. Even football was starting to tail off, with the end of the season approaching and players losing enthusiasm. In the end, our final fixture of the season was cancelled when the other team couldn't get eleven players together, so we suddenly weren't needed for training. I thought it was an anticlimax, but Tommy took it as a chance to celebrate.
"Listen, we've got the whole of tomorrow off," he told me when we were hanging out in the bar the night before. "Let's do something with it."
"I've actually got a lecture in the morning," I told him, but he wasn't listening.
"What's Georgia doing?" he asked, struck with an idea.
"Just revising, I can probably persuade her to spare the evening, or something," I told him.
"Why don't you and Georgia and me and Laura do something? She's always nagging me about meeting some of my other friends," Tommy said, rooting around in his pocket for change for another drink.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, open to the idea.
"Nothing elaborate, just a takeaway and some drinks round mine," Tommy shrugged. "My dad sent me a big case of wine that we could get rid of."
Free booze was always good with me. "Okay, I'll ask Georgia," I said, pulling out my phone and texting her while Tommy ordered the next round. Georgia got back to me straight away, saying she had to work until six but was free after that. I won't lie, I wondered whether getting Georgia drunk was a good recipe for seeing her wild side, and plenty of nice wine from Tommy's rich parents might do it.
"Laura says she's down for it too," Tommy said, squinting at his phone through its bulletproof case.
"I've been meaning to ask," I said to Tommy as he handed me a pint of beer and slopped half of the head over my hand, "What's the whole deal with you and Laura? I never expected you to settle for just one girl." I wiped my hand on the bar towel.
Tommy grinned and beckoned me over to an empty table in the corner of the bar. "Simple, Dave, mate. Laura's a massive slut," he said once we weren't going to be overheard.
I cringed. "Thanks for sharing," I replied, shaking my head.
He tapped his finger on the tabletop. "I'm serious," he said. "She practically does whatever I say, loves it, no matter how dirty. She went to an all girls school, you know, and they always come out of those places sexually repressed."
I couldn't help but laugh. "So you're taking advantage?"
"What guy wouldn't?" he said simply. "I'm just giving her what she wants, at the end of the day."
I knew I shouldn't ask, but I couldn't help it. "What's the best thing you've done with her?" I asked, keeping my voice down.
Tommy thought for a moment, then clicked his fingers. "So, get this," he said, leaning close. "We're in her room and she's riding my dick when her phone rings. She'd left it by the bed so I grabbed it, and it's her dad, so I told her to answer it."
My mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?" I asked, incredulous.
Tommy smirked and nodded. "Daddy's little girl is bouncing up and down on top of me while she tells him all about her last netball game."
"Fucking hell," I said, amazed.
"She was into it, though, mate," Tommy went on. "Every time she said the word 'Daddy' she was looking me right in the eye."
"Sounds like a keeper, then," I told him, and he shrugged.
"I'm having fun, what's not to like?" he said. "Anyway, I'm sure Georgia has her moments too, and you can't tell me you're still living with those lesbians without getting some eye candy."
It turned out that Tommy's flat was too filthy to have guests, so he texted me the next day to switch the location to Laura's house. Her parents were paying for her to rent some upmarket place with its own parking and a garden, which also happened to be a pain in the arse to get to on the bus. When Georgia and I arrived, fifteen minutes late thanks to public transport, Tommy just shrugged it off.
"Next time just give me a bell, I'll sort you out a taxi," he said, smiling at Georgia. "The ladies should always be chauffeured in style."
Tommy was wearing burgundy chinos and a button up shirt, which made him look like a rugby pro on a night out. I felt slightly underdressed, but was pleased I'd put on a clean pair of black jeans with a t-shirt, while Georgia looked cute and sexy in a black pleated cocktail dress, her hair in an updo.
"Come through, Laura's just pouring drinks," Tommy said, leading us into the well-furnished living room. Laura's student house was literally nicer than my Mum's house, with two new-looking sofas covering two sides of the room, and I could hear the dishwasher running in the kitchen. Tommy took it in his stride and sat down on one of the sofas, leaving me and Georgia to sit on the other.
"Red or white, Georgia?" Laura asked, coming through from the kitchen. She was also wearing a dress, but hers was much tighter fitting with tiny straps. I immediately guessed she wasn't wearing a bra, but her boobs weren't huge and I couldn't be sure. Anyway, I kept that observation to myself as Georgia and I both asked for red wine.
Tommy flicked on the TV, turning the volume right down, and as well as the wine, Laura brought through some fancy biscuits I'd never seen before and two packets of expensive crisps, which she bothered to tip into bowls.
"You didn't need to do all this, me and Dave are usually happy with half a tube of Pringles," Georgia joked to Laura.
Once everyone had drinks, Laura settled herself on the sofa next to Tommy and he put his arm around her. You could tell immediately from the way that she draped herself over him that they were very much a couple. Tommy's hand rested on her hip and as Georgia and Laura got the conversation going, I could see him moving it discreetly lower. Not that I stared, but when he reached her arse, she got up abruptly to grab the bottle and give everyone a top up, and Tommy gave me a knowing look.
Laura had got some proper food for dinner, but everyone decided it was too much bother to cook and we just picked at snack food. When everyone was finished eating, we were on at least our fourth glasses and when Tommy went to the loo and Laura went to the kitchen, I gave Georgia a kiss and she kissed me back, a little more than was appropriate for a dinner party.
"Don't let me interrupt," Laura said when she came back through and we broke apart. She switched on some lamps and turned off the overhead light, which made the lighting a lot softer, and Georgia shuffled closer to me on the sofa.
When Tommy got back, he asked Laura if she needed a hand.
"You can supervise these two, I caught them snogging," she giggled, going round with the bottle and filling the glasses again.
Tommy caught my eye again, and when Laura sat down next to him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"We'd better not miss out on the fun," he said, kissing her. Georgia and I just watched, drinking our wine, as Tommy slid his hand up the side of her dress and around to the front, tugging it down and exposing her tits (I was right, no bra). I felt Georgia tense up slightly next to me as Tommy cupped one of Laura's boobs, but Laura knocked his hand away and pulled her dress back up.