It wasn’t my intention to hook up with a college-coed, but having to wait on my college-aged son at the student union was almost more than a grown fifty-something-old man should be asked, or allowed, to do.
Tanya and Angela were hot horny coeds who roomed together in an off-campus apartment. They were sexy as hell and they knew it. In the very short time that I had gotten to know each of them, I had developed a huge affection for each, in very different ways.
I dropped our son off at the student union and told him that I’d pick him up later in the afternoon.
I texted Tanya and asked if she wanted me to come by the apartment.
I am waiting on you, she replied after a few moments. She added three smiling emojis to her text message.
I tapped on the apartment door and Tanya greeted me wearing nothing but a wrap-around towel. She grabbed my arm and quickly pulled me into the small apartment. As soon as she closed the door, she dropped the towel and told me to get comfortable, while she grabbed a change of clothes.
“You look fine the way you are,” I quickly replied as I took up a seat on the couch.
“Where’s Angela?” I asked.
“I’m back here,” came the reply from one of the two small bedrooms. Then she stepped out of the bedroom, clad in a tiny black thong and nothing else. Holy smokes!
“So, are you here to have some fun?” Angela asked, brushing her long hair with a hairbrush.
“Yeah,” I replied sarcastically. “Are you game?”
She made her way around to where I was seated on the couch and stood in front of me, looking down at me.
“So, who gets lucky first, me or Tanya?” she asked, slipping between my parted legs and rubbing her legs against my thighs.
“Well,” I replied, “You’ve already got a pretty good start.”
Angela spun around and then proceeded to silently plop herself down on my lap. She leaned back and our lips met.
Damn!
I slipped my hands onto her luscious man-made boobs and began to massage them, which elicited a humming of approval from her.
Tanya slipped into the living room, without either of us noticing. Finally, after standing and watching the two of us making out on the couch, she cleared her throat to ensure we knew she was present.
I quickly apologized, while Angela turned about four shades of red.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” Tanya remarked. “Y’all seem to be doing very well. I think I’ll just sit over here and watch.”
I felt bad, because Tanya had invited me over and I was making out with her roommate, Angela. Tanya had slipped into a sexy teddy and was looking very sexy. I was surprised at how casually she seemed to accept my making out with Angela, right in front of her.
Angela quickly stripped out of her thong and then re-arranged herself in my lap so that she was facing me, her knees straddling my hips and her boobs pushed right into my face, her pussy planted right on top of my erection. She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to kiss me. Tanya became an afterthought at that point.
Angela helped me out of my shirt as I toe-to-heel kicked off my shoes. She slowly worked her way down my torso, planting kisses on my chest. She slipped off my lap and onto the floor between my parted legs. She fumbled with my belt for only a brief second or two, and then the next thing I knew, she was going down on me.
Damn.
As Angela’s head bobbed up and down on my tool, I looked over at Tanya, who was situated on a chair just across from us. Oh crap! She had her cell phone out and she was filming us.