Michael's death took me completely by surprise. He kept putting off his doctor's exam, which might have discovered his heart problem. I mourned his loss by keeping to myself and being around a few close friends. That lasted close to six months. During that time, Jillian helped me get through all the legal paperwork. When the dust settled, I had sold the house and most of Michael's possessions.
I donated his clothes to a homeless shelter. The suits were greatly appreciated by the men going on job interviews. The house was too big for me, along with the memories of our time together. I missed him more than I thought I would with my recent changes.
I bought a Townhouse not too far from Jillian and Cassidy. Michael had made sure through his various investments that I would want for nothing. I already had enough of my own money, so I increased my charity work, volunteer time, and sponsoring various causes.
I continued working out, maybe a bit more intensely, trying to get my mind in a better place. It must have worked because I seemed to get more admiring looks from both men and women than I had before. Cynthia and I became closer, not sexually but as friends.
Janice was understanding about my reluctance to become intimate until my head cleared. She'd graduated high school and was attending community college to get her general education credits before choosing a four-year university for her degree. I sent her five hundred dollars as a graduation gift to an online account so her parents wouldn't know.
While at school, Janice met someone closer to her age. They weren't quite intimate yet, but Janice could feel the same connection with her new friend that she shared with me. Marina was the most adorable little redhead I think I'd ever seen. Janice sent me a selfie of the two smiling into Janice's cell phone. Marina had a nose ring which made her look a bit exotic, with long curly red hair, pale skin, and some adorable freckles. I assumed she had a delicious little body covered with more freckles. I couldn't tell from the selfie, and I didn't want to ask Janice to send me pictures of her. The two girls contrasted nicely, and my dirty mind couldn't help but picture them naked in all sorts of lovely positions.
Seeing that selfie is what rekindled my sexual urges once more. I'd been celibate for six months, not even masturbating. It didn't feel right, and I wasn't in the mood. I waited a couple of days before sending Janice a text inviting her and Marina over for dinner. That led to a few texts discussing what we'd have and a convenient date for the three of us. I loved texting back and forth with Janice. She always included cute little emojis to go along with her words.
After several dinner suggestions, she invited Marina into our conversation. It felt awkward initially, but after a few texts, we conversed smoothly, joking and having a good time thinking of dinner and maybe a dessert. I learned a bit more about Marina and saw why Janice liked her.
We finally settled on Thai-style peanut chicken wraps. It was easy to make and sounded delicious. Janice loved that idea as long as they could bring dessert. I smiled when she suggested that, recalling my dinner date with Jillian and Cassidy earlier in the year.
I have to admit every time my phone would chime telling me I had a text; a delicious tingle would course through me.
We settled on a Saturday night for dinner. It was pretty warm for Seattle, so I dressed in black culottes and a beige short sleeve criss-cross halter neck boho blouse. My nails were all nicely done in pearl gloss. It was simple, cool, and a little sexy. I wanted to impress but not go overboard for the girls.
At about six-thirty, the doorbell rang. I checked myself in the mirror and then went to open the door. Much to my delight, the girls dressed casually and a tad sexy. Marina was in a dark green halter top in khaki shorts and sandals, exposing the piercing in her navel. Her freckles were randomly scattered across her porcelain skin, and her curly red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. No make-up, because she didn't need any, and her silver nose ring. When she looked at me, her smile made my heart race.
Janice was in a more hot pink halter with black shorts. Her hair was up in two little buns. I'd have sworn she was sixteen if I hadn't known she was nineteen. They grinned as I greeted them. Janice held out the mango sticky rice they brought for dessert.
My inside voice hoped they were dessert.
We hugged after I closed the door behind them, welcoming each to my home. I don't wear shoes in the house, so I asked them to please go barefoot or wear the little slippers I'd placed at the front entry for guests. They giggled, taking off their shoes and joining me with bare feet.
I thought I felt hardened nipples pressed against my breasts as I gave each of them a hug. Janice and I lingered, embracing each other until Marina cleared her throat, bringing us back to reality. She felt so good in my arms, and it was hard to let go.
We all blushed and then made our way to the kitchen, the girls complimenting my taste in interior decorators. After I put the sticky rice in the fridge, I asked if they'd like anything to drink.
They looked at each other, giggling, then sheepishly asked for white wine. I giggled, reminding them they weren't of age yet and got the cutest pouts. My heart melted as I opened the fridge once more and pulled out an opened Chardonnay and a Riesling. They grinned as I sat the two bottles on the counter so I could get the glasses.
I poured half-glasses for the three of us. The thought of two slightly inebriated cuties crossed my mind, but I'd rather have them completely sober and wanting the same thing I wanted.
We stood in the kitchen talking until our glasses were empty, about half an hour. During that time, Janice and Marina hugged me again, telling me how sorry they were when they found out about Michael. I think the three of us were close to tears when I changed the subject to dinner, asking if they were hungry or wanted to sit in the living room to talk more. I mentioned the wraps would take about an hour to throw together.
They weren't that hungry, so we adjourned to the living room with the Riesling bottle to chat. Marina and I didn't know each other, so we took turns filling in the blanks that Janice had left unmentioned about our lives. I found Marina to be a very smart and funny girl. She and Janice had a lot in common, taking four classes together.
Time slipped by quickly, and the bottle was empty, so we returned to the kitchen to make dinner. The girls were great sous chefs helping me prepare our dinner. We abstained from drinking more wine while cooking and sipped sparkling water.
My kitchen isn't huge, so bumping into each other frequently happened. I think sometimes they did it on purpose to feel each other up and me. I didn't mind one bit. The giggling and apologies were fun to listen to.
When dinner was ready, Marina set the table on the balcony. It's not a great view, but the sun setting over the Olympic Peninsula across Puget Sound can sometimes be amazing. That night was one of them. There were just enough clouds to break up the skyline as the sun dipped below the mountains and cast myriad colors across the sky.
We ate, sipped the Chardonnay, laughed, and had a wonderful time. When dinner was over, the girls insisted on cleaning up. I didn't object as I watched them scurry about clearing the table, giggling and whispering together as they made trips to the kitchen and back.
When they finished, we sat to bask in the glow of the city lights. The Chardonnay was gone, and I felt sad that they would soon leave me. I enjoyed their visit, and I told them so.
That was when Janice looked over at Marina, asking her if she thought it was okay. I had no idea what they were talking about as Marina nodded her head, replying that it was most definitely okay.
They both looked at me, smiling. Janice took her time, looking for the right words.
Janice collected her thoughts, then looked over at me, "Kath, Marina, and I have been talking about this night since you first invited us over. She knows you and I have been somewhat intimate and understand how we feel about each other."
Marina interrupted, "Yes, I do, Kath, and I can see what Janise loves about you. I can feel it too."
Janice continued, "So, Marina and I have been a little more intimate than you and I, Kath. We've masturbated together but haven't gone any further."
I wondered what she was going to say, my heart racing and my pussy tingling in anticipation.
They looked at each other, then back at me.
In unison, they asked, "Can we stay the night with you? We mean in the same bed."
I almost dropped my glass. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time.
I smiled, “I would love that, but don't you two have to be home tonight at some point?”
They laughed as Janice replied, "Marina's parents think she's staying at my house."
Marina added, “And Janice's parents think she is staying at my house. It's an old high school thing.”
I laughed, “You two are so bad.”
Marina grinned, “We're good girls, but we could be bad if you wanted us to.”
We all laughed at that.
I cleared my throat, stood, and suggested we move to my bedroom. They both smiled as we went to the kitchen to put our wine glassed in the dishwasher. We were all bubbling with anticipation as I showed them my bedroom, next to the bathroom, where I got a pair of new toothbrushes. We brushed our teeth and then took turns getting ready for bed. I had no idea how we'd start this, but I knew it would be a fantastic finish to a great evening.
Marina asked if we could leave a light on so we wouldn't be fumbling around in the dark. I thought it was a great idea, wanting to watch my darlings together.
We sat on the edge of my king-sized bed with me between the girls. I confessed to them I wasn't sure how to begin. I then turned to Janice to softly kiss her lips. It wasn't a real passionate kiss, just one to start us off. I then turned to Marina and brushed her lips with mine. We continued going back and forth as our passions began to build.
Each kiss got long and wetter until I switched places with Marina so she could be the center of attention. Soon, Janice took her place; our kissing became hotter as hands began to roam.
I awkwardly removed Marina's top as she and Janice embraced for one long french kiss. During my turn to kiss Marina, Janice helped me remove my top, kissing each of my breasts before returning to my lips.
Next, instead of my lips, Marina focused on my breasts while Janice removed her top.
I closed my eyes, whispering, “Oh yes, sweet Marina. Tug them, bite them, sweetie.”
Marina did as I asked and more. She cupped one while nursing on the other then switched. The girl loved breasts. Janice soon joined her nursing away on me. Gawd, they felt amazing, and I told them so. I would have loved for them to play with them longer, but we'd reached a point where laying down would be more fun. I suggested we move to the pillows and continue.