Rachael and I sat and talked, waiting for Lynette to arrive. It was 3:30 pm, and there was no sign of her. I asked Rachael about her clothing choices and if she was not interested in fashion.
Rachael’s answer astounded me. She explained that her mother had drummed it into her and her sister that men only wanted one thing, which wasn’t very nice. Her mother further stressed that dressing up with suggestive clothes and makeup would encourage men, and she would regret the attention this brought her.
Her mother had also been very much against her leaving home, and there had been some significant arguments about her going flatting. Her mother wanted her to stay in the hostel for two or three years of her radiography internship.
As I say, I was astounded; here was a woman that had lived through the Sixties and Seventies and seemed to have missed the whole flower-power and free-sex revolution.
“What do you think of her views after this morning?” I asked.
“I’ve not really believed her for quite a while now, but changing how I was brought up is hard.”
“What about your younger sister? Is she the same?”
Rachael chewed on her lips and thought for a minute. “No. She has always been a rebel; she drives Mum and Dad mad with the clothes she wears and does not come home when she should. She goes out with lots of boys and, I guess, has had sex with several of them. I have argued with her several times about how she behaves. I must talk with her now and apologise, as I did not understand.”
My dirty mind was thinking, ‘Shit, I would like to meet the sister if she has half the libido of Rachael.’
At about 3:50 pm, Lynette pulled up outside. Rachael took off into her bedroom and closed the door. We had discussed that she was to put on her blue nightdress, as this was about the only sexy thing she owned, and wait until I came and got her.
Lynette bowled in, dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “I showered and got changed at work. Have you been waiting long?” she blurted out.
I replied that I had just walked into the lounge about five minutes before, which wasn’t a lie. Then I took Lynette in my arms, kissed her, and led her into her bedroom.
“You’re keen; I usually have to drag you in here; have you missed me?” she asked.
“Well, that’s an interesting story. You will not believe what I have been up to today, and I have a big surprise for you.”
“Oh, goody! I might have a surprise for you later on as well.”
I had a good idea what her surprise might be. She had mentioned Shane going somewhere today, and as she wasn’t with her (thank god), I guessed she would call her later. I had no idea how Rachael was going to handle that. I hadn’t worked up the courage to broach that with her.
Lynette came close and embraced me, then stepped back and started pulling my shirt over my head, so I had a go at getting her jeans off. She pushed me away and unzipped them herself.
Have I already said Lynette had a figure you would crawl over broken glass for? Of course, I have.
I watched as she slipped those jeans over her beautiful hips, wriggled them down her legs, then sat back on the bed, kicked her shoes off and then kicked her feet out of the jeans. She wore black lacy panties, which she had obviously picked to turn me on.
I pulled my shorts off, leaving just my boxers, and tumbled her into bed.
“Would you like your surprise now?”
“Where is it? Have you hidden it in the lounge?”
“Maybe!” I thought, ‘She thinks I have bought her a vibrator or something.’
“Close your eyes, or even better, pull the covers over your head.” I rolled off the bed and left the room.
Rachael was sitting on the bed in her room, wearing her blue nighty and white knickers, looking nervous.
I approached her, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to her feet. Kissing her, I said to relax, that there was nothing to be worried about. “This will be the best present Lynette has ever had.”
I turned her towards the door but stooped and removed her knickers. “These don’t go with the nighty.” I admonished her.
When we entered the room, we couldn’t see Lynette, as she had taken me literally and pulled the covers right over her. I walked Rachael up to the side of the bed and then pulled the covers back.
Lynette bounced up in the bed. “Rachael, what the fuck?!”
I sat down beside Lynette and put my arm around her shoulders.
“I told you this had been an interesting day. I caught this little minx playing with herself this morning after watching you and me in action.”
“No! I don’t believe it,” cried Lynette.
“I know, I can hardly believe it myself. We have been fooling around all day, so we have agreed to make it up to you by having a threesome.”
Rachael was standing by the bed, not knowing what to do. She looked like she would run, so I grabbed her hand. Lynette rolled over to her side of the bed, dragging me beside her. I held Rachael’s hand and pulled her down with us, placing me on my back in the middle of the two girls.
Lynette sat up and leaned over me to look at Rachael. She was lying on her back, trying to cover her breasts with one arm and was trying to get her hand out of mine to cover her mound. The nighty had slipped up, presenting a view of her brown bushy mound, but not much more as she had her legs tightly gripped together. Lynette leaned further, pulled Rachael’s arm away from her breasts, and wrapped her hand around one of Rachael’s beautiful globes.
“So you two have fucked each other today?”
I had to answer, as I could see Rachael was tongue-tied. “Only twice; we saved ourselves for you after that.”
“You bastards and I have been working all day, missing all the fun.”
As I spoke, Lynette played with Rachael’s nipples through her near-transparent nighty, kneading them between her fingers. She lay across me, used a free hand to pull Rachael’s nighty up past her waist, and ran her hand over Rachael’s mound.
Embarrassed, Rachael rolled into me and tried to hide her face in my neck. I lifted her chin, kissed her, and caressed her behind her ear and neck. She responded to my kiss, still hesitant, but I guess relieved that I had taken away the need for her to give any response to having a female touching her body.
Rachael tried to roll further onto me and wrapped her arm behind my head. I was aware in my peripheral vision that Lynette had sat up and moved down the bed; she was holding Rachael’s legs, pulling them apart.
There was a gasp from Rachael. I lifted onto an elbow to see what had startled her and saw that Lynette was kneeling between Rachael’s knees. She was stroking along Rachael’s slit and spreading the lips apart to expose Rachael’s clit. I bent down and pulled Rachael’s lips to mine, again trying to distract her.
With my free hand, I caressed Rachael’s breasts. The upper half of Rachael’s body would have to be my zone for a while, while Lynette got to work below Rachael’s waist. I wanted to watch, but I was worried that Rachael would panic and make a run for it if I didn’t keep Rachael occupied.
I leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking and pulling on the little nub and feeling it harden between my lips as I caressed the perfect swell of her breast. I moved to the other breast, but her nighty got in the way, so I eased her up from the bed, pulled her nighty over her head and then continued to caress and nibble on each of her nipples.
Racheal suddenly let out a stifled groan and glancing down, I saw Lynette’s hand busily working between Racheal’s legs which were now wide apart. I realised that she was now past the point of panic and flight, and I could sit up and watch some of the action.
I hitched myself up in the bed, back against the headboard, hips right next to Rachael’s head. Realising that I still had my boxers on, I slipped them down and kicked them over the side of the bed.
As I sat next to her, Rachael lifted her head and cuddled into my lap, bumping against my rock-hard prick. She was seeking assurance in being close to me to cover her embarrassment of what Lynette was doing to her. But it was too good an opportunity to let go. I grabbed hold of my cock and pushed my knob up against her lips. She didn’t open her mouth immediately, so I pushed it against her lips again and felt her lips part; then her mouth eased open, and she took me into her mouth, and I felt her tongue tentatively feeling its way around it. I knew she had never taken a cock in her mouth before, so she was very unsure about what she was to do. But I didn’t interfere; I just let her find her way and moved my attention back to what was happening between Rachael’s legs.