Friday, May 26, 2000
Heather had just finished her first year of teaching, and she was exhausted. The everyday grind of a school year had taken its toll. As a student, she had never even come close to understanding just how much work was involved in teaching. Working through lunch, staying at school past six o’clock in the evening, taking assignments home to grade, staying up into the wee hours of the morning just so she’d have something prepared for the next day—she’d done it all.
On top of that, there were all the football games, basketball games, soccer games, drama performances, choir performances, and every other kind of extra-curricular activity that one could think of, that she was expected to attend. Why? Because the principals were always watching. Always expecting her to be involved. And the students were always asking “Did you come to the game, Friday night?”
Heather hadn’t had a moment to relax in nine months. But the school year had just ended the day before. Truthfully, it had ended two days before for the students. The teachers, of course, had to stay an extra day to clean their rooms and “check out” for the summer. However, that process was all over now, and the entire faculty was ready to kick back and relax.
It was time for the annual “end of the year” faculty party. A yearly get-together at which the teachers of this particular school would cut loose, enjoy a few adult beverages, and let off a little steam. The location for this year’s party was Tasha’s house. She had a nice-sized pool in a spacious backyard. It was perfect for such a get-together.
Heather wasn’t sure how she would have made it through the year without Tasha. She was just a few years older than Heather, and Tasha had been assigned as Heather’s “mentor teacher”. The two women taught the same subject and had similar interests otherwise. They became fast friends at the beginning of the school year, a bond which had only grown stronger as Tasha had nursed Heather through her first-year growing pains as a teacher.
Heather had just arrived at the party and had nervously camped out, perching on the edge of a reclining lawn chair. She ran her fingers through her short-cropped, spiky black hair and could feel the perspiration. It was hot. Late May was always hot in this part of the country, but this evening, it was really hot. She tried to ease back into the lawn chair, attempting to look and feel less out of place than she felt.
As she relaxed, she examined Tasha on the other side of the patio. Tasha always looked perfect. She was an impressive physical specimen with her athletic legs, physically toned body, and impeccable dressing style. Heather always felt disheveled when standing next to her. Not that Heather was ugly by any stretch of the imagination. She’d always known she was attractive—but—she wasn’t Tasha.
This evening, Tasha was wearing a simple, sheer cover-up, which just perfectly hinted to the bikini top she was hiding underneath. A tight fitting pair of shorts completed the outfit. On some women, the outfit might have looked slutty. Other women couldn’t have pulled it off at all. On Tasha, it was stunning. Everything was stunning on Tasha. Heather had already noticed more than a few guys glancing at Tasha’s legs. A few had been glancing at hers as well.
Tasha was talking to her husband, Ron, who was cooking up more hamburgers on their propane grill. A flame burst from underneath the meat as he turned one of the burgers over. The sound and smell of sizzling beef filled the air.
Heather had been to Tasha’s home a few times throughout the year and had met Ron on multiple occasions. He seemed like a nice guy, very friendly, very funny. He was fairly tall and had a muscular build. According to Tasha, he’d played football in college (small school, NAIA level, if you’re wondering) and, from what Heather could see, he had kept himself in pretty good shape since then. He and Tasha were a perfect match for each other, Heather thought.
Heather sat and observed, keeping mostly to herself, but trying to be sociable as well, when spoken to. She’d been at the school for nine months, but still felt like an outsider. She knew the names of the teachers in her department, but some of the others she was still unsure of.
She watched as kids ran around in the yard, their parents yelling at them to behave. One boy did a cannonball into the pool, splashing drops of water across Heather’s legs. On the other side of the pool, a male teacher whom Heather knew to be single was chatting it up with a female teacher who was also single. As Heather was contemplating a possible budding romance between the two of them, she hadn’t noticed Tasha approaching.
“Having fun?” Tasha asked.
Heather shrugged. “It’s certainly a lot different than the last party I went to,” she joked, thinking back to her wild and crazy college days.
“Here, maybe this will help,” Tasha said, handing Heather a beer. The other woman was holding two bottles. One was open, the other she had apparently brought just for Heather.
“How did you know I needed that?” Heather asked with a laugh, trying to hide her tension.
“It’s my party. It’s my job to spot someone who needs to loosen up a little,” Tasha replied with a giggle.
Heather opened the beer and drank half the bottle, very quickly.
“Whoa,” Tasha cautioned, “Slow down, it’s going to be a long party.”
“Sorry,” Heather laughed, “it’s just been a really long time.”
“So, what do you think of Chris and Anne over there?” Tasha said, lowering her voice and nodding to the couple in the pool (Chris now had his arm around her shoulder and seemed to be teasing her, while Anne was giggling like a schoolgirl). “Think there’s anything there?”
“Kind of looks like it,” Heather agreed. “I sure hope so,” she admitted. “I let him take me out on one date in October and he’s been bugging me ever since. He needs someone else to distract him.”
Tasha gave a big boisterous laugh and then her attention was called away by another guest who was searching for a bottle opener.
Tasha had been right about two things. The beer helped. By the time Heather had drunk three—or was it four—she was chatting up a storm with anyone and everyone. The hours passed by and the tone of the party began to change. The older crowd had gone home, and couples with children had disappeared as well, knowing that their little ones’ bedtimes were fast approaching. This left the younger set. Couples without children, the few teachers who were single, and one or two that Heather thought of as middle-aged, yet still knew how to have a good time.
A few of the other women slipped their tops and shorts off, displaying revealing bikinis. They crawled into the pool and relaxed around the edges, chatting, relaxing, playfully splashing each other with water. Heather followed suit, and before long she was unwinding on the steps of the pool, another drink resting on the pavement, just within reach.
Tasha waded up next to her, their bare arms brushing up against each other. “Now that the old fuddy-duddies are all gone, we can have a real party,” she quipped.
“No kidding,” Heather responded, “this is a lot more like it.” She took a sip from her bottle and giggled. “But my tolerance is way down, I used to be able to drink twice this much and it wouldn’t affect me at all.”
Tasha chuckled, playfully bumping her hip into Heather’s. “Well, the night is young. Hey, did you notice,” she said, abruptly changing the subject.
“Notice what?” Heather asked, looking around.
“Who’s not here?” Tasha said coyly.
Heather inspected the group in the pool and those still on the patio. “Chris and—”
“Anne!” Tasha whispered and snickered at the same time. “I think they slipped off to a quiet little spot somewhere, I bet they’ll show up before too long.”
Tasha’s prediction proved correct; the two returned less than a half-hour later. Heather and Tasha exchanged a meaningful look as they noticed Anne awkwardly attempting to readjust her swimsuit.
The rest of the night proved enjoyable. There was lots of good conversation, a liberal amount libations, and quite a bit of innuendo. The group seemed to really enjoy adult-oriented jokes, and Heather noticed that, as the alcohol began to have more and more of an effect, the girls were showing off their bodies a bit more, and the guys were unabashedly ogling. Even Tasha seemed to be flaunting her perfect legs and killer cleavage.
The lamps under the surface of the water lit up the pool, while the strings of party lights overhead gave a glistening sheen to the many, attractive wet bodies. The entire backyard seemed to glow with the energy of the evening. Fun music playing from nearby speakers capped off the perfect atmosphere for a relaxing night at the end of a long school year.
Eventually, the women started trying to outdo each other, almost daring one another to go a step further. Breasts were flashed, and Chris even convinced Anne and one of the other girls to kiss each other. At one point, the group began playing a sort of “truth or dare” style drinking game, involving risqué questions. As each question was asked, everyone had to admit whether they had or had not done—whatever it was. Through furious fits of laughter, Heather, and everyone else, found themselves admitting to things they would never have revealed in any other setting.
When was your first time? Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Ever gone further with the same sex? The questions escalated quickly, and Heather openly and unashamedly replied to each one.
It was Tasha’s turn to ask a question. She seemed to ponder for a moment, searching for the right question, and finally asked, “Have you ever participated in a threesome?”
Heather giggled at the question, but could have sworn that Tasha glanced in her direction as she asked. The others all answered instantly. Almost all of the guys claimed they had. “Yeah, right,” Heather mumbled to herself. A couple of the girls admitted to it as well.
“What about you, Tasha?” one of the guys asked.
“Well, of course,” she said devilishly, grinning at her husband, Ron.
“Heather?” Tasha interrogated. “How about you?”
Heather was momentarily dazed by Tasha’s admission. Her drunken mind had suddenly envisioned the gorgeous Tasha and her muscular husband, with a mysterious third woman. She almost hadn’t heard Tasha’s question. And then, when she did hear it, she momentarily misunderstood what Tasha had meant. Finally, she mumbled, “No, I never have.”
“Took her a while,” one of the guys needled, “I think she might be hiding something.”
“That’s too bad,” Tasha said simply, letting her gaze linger on Heather for just a moment.
The game continued and eventually, the party began to wind down. Chris and Anne made a comment about how late it was, and both left together, arms around each other. The others began to depart as well, sensing that it was a good time to leave.
Tasha slid over, closer to Heather, since they were amongst the few who were still in the pool. “I hate to ask but, do you think you could stick around and help me clean up a bit? I’m not sure I could do it by myself—I’m a little drunk.”
“Me too,” Heather admitted. “Sure, I can stay, no problem.” It was the least she could do for Tasha, who had helped her out so much through the school year.
After the other guests left, Heather and Tasha cleaned up the mess as fast as they could. To be honest, there wasn’t much mess. All of the guests had done a good job of getting empty bottles in the trash, and the food items had been cleared away long ago. Heather was certain Tasha could have handled it by herself, but she didn’t mind helping.
After the cleaning was finished, Tasha once again stripped down to her bikini. “Let’s get back in the pool, cool off for a bit. You’re not in a hurry to get home, are you?”
Heather shrugged. “What? And sit at home by myself, tipsy for the rest of the night?” She unfastened the button on her shorts and let them casually fall to the concrete. She then pulled off her tank top, revealing her own bikini body once more.
“Have another drink,” Tasha offered, as she reached into an ice chest and pulled out another ice-cold beverage. “Need to try and get rid of these tonight, because Lord knows I won’t want to see them tomorrow morning.”
“I’ve probably had enough to drink,” Heather started, but then immediately took the bottle from Tasha’s hand, “But one more--or two or three--won’t hurt at all.”
“Fun night, wasn’t it?” Tasha said as the two of them stepped down into the pool.
“It was glorious,” Heather responded enthusiastically as she settled in on the pool steps. “I haven’t had that much fun since spring break of last year.”
“Well, nothing can compete with college spring break,” Tasha said as they both slipped into the water up to their breasts. “But it’s almost as much fun as adults can have.”
The two young women sat and talked for quite a while as they worked their way through more drinks. Tasha spread out her arms across the edge of the pool, letting one come to rest behind Heather. Heather couldn’t help but glance down at Tasha’s body, her perfect tan, her round tits, that flat tummy. Those long legs. Tasha seemed to notice and Heather quickly averted her gaze.
“It’s okay,” Tasha said kindly, “nothing wrong with checking out another woman—especially a friend.” There was an awkward moment of silence, and then she added, “I’ve been checking out your tight little tummy all evening.”
Maybe it was the alcohol, or just the openness with which Tasha had just spoken, but Heather found her eyes returning to Tasha’s body. “You just have such an incredible body,” she blurted out. “You know that, don’t you?” she added.
Tasha tried to look embarrassed and attempted to divert the comment. The two continued chatting and Heather noticed that Tasha was gradually moving closer to her, to the point where their hips and thighs were now touching under the water, and their faces were less than a foot apart. Every once in a while, Tasha’s hand would come down playfully on Heather’s shoulder. Before long, Tasha’s fingers were tracing up and down the length of Heather’s arm, from her shoulder to her elbow.
Heather was no beginner in the “same-sex contact” department. Throughout her college experience, she had been with more than one girl and recognized the look in Tasha’s eyes. Recognized the gentle caress. Recognized everything about what she thought might happen next. What made this particular situation so incredibly different was that Tasha’s husband was just inside the house—somewhere.
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” Tasha whispered suddenly. “Is that okay?”
Heather raised her eyebrows, but Tasha didn’t hesitate, nor wait for a response. She leaned in and Heather felt Tasha’s lips on hers for the first time. They were so full, so luscious, just like everything else about Tasha. She felt the older woman’s tongue slip into her mouth, Tasha’s hand on her shoulder, pulling her in closer.
Heather instantly realized that there was an extreme amount of heat rising between her legs. She had the amusing notion that her bikini bottoms would be getting wet, even if she wasn’t in the pool. As she and Tasha continued to kiss, two thoughts passed through her mind. She was making out with Tasha, one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen in her life. On some level, she had fantasized about this since the moment they had met. Not only that, but she was making out with Tasha while her husband was—where was he? Was he asleep in bed? Was he watching them from the window? The two thoughts together were overwhelming. She gave in to Tasha’s advances completely.
Suddenly, both of their hands were everywhere. Nine months of veiled sexual tension between the two of them boiled to the surface in one passionate eruption. Heather’s bikini top fell away into the pool—she wasn’t even aware that Tasha had untied it. She did the same to Tasha’s top, laying eyes on her friend’s spectacular tits for the first time. They were perfectly shaped, with no tan lines in sight. Her first instinct was to bury her face in Tasha’s chest, sucking at each nipple until they were as hard as rocks. She brought herself back up, kissing Tasha once more. Just as soon as their lips parted, it was Tasha’s turn to lick at Heather’s nipples.
Heather suddenly felt self-conscious about the size of her breasts. She’d never thought of them as small, but compared to the body she was pressed against, they seemed inadequate. Tasha certainly didn’t seem to mind though.
Heather felt a hand between her legs. She spread her thighs apart. As the fingers slipped inside the bikini bottom, Heather’s mind whirled. The moment was so surreal. Her new best friend—and a married woman at that—in their backyard pool at two o’clock in the morning. And still, the question lingered, where was Ron? Which made the whole experience that much more intense. Were they going to get caught? Did he know what they were doing? Was he enjoying it?
A moment later, Heather felt her bottoms fall to her ankles. Tasha had tugged them off completely. In the passion of the moment, Heather kicked them away from her and reached for Tasha’s bottoms as well. As she pulled them off, she ran her hand all the way down Tasha’s long silky legs. Just the very action sent a new quiver through Heather’s body.
“Get up on the deck,” Tasha instructed. “Lay down on your back, with your ass right at the edge of the pool.”
Heather did as she was told. Just seconds later, Tasha, still in the pool, had her face between Heather’s legs. She dove her tongue into Heather’s waiting slit, and began working at her pussy as if she’d done this to a dozen different girls—and Heather suspected she had. Once again, Heather felt her body give in completely. Her legs spread wider; she began grinding her hips with the rhythm of Tasha’s tongue. She lay back completely on the pavement, and put her hands up over her head, stretching out completely.
Tasha’s nimble tongue began to massage her clit, dancing over it with a quickness that Heather didn’t believe was possible. She felt a finger being inserted inside her, but it was secondary to what the tongue was doing. Heather arched her back, scraping her shoulders slightly on the pavement underneath her. Her toes curled. She inhaled sharply. Her knees snapped reflexively towards her chest. Her foot cramped. She sighed deeply, simultaneously experiencing both pleasure of orgasm, and the pain in her foot.
Tasha burst out laughing, and Heather was caught somewhere between trying to catch her breath, moaning, laughing, and crying in pain. Somehow she was managing to experience all of these emotions at the same time. Her senses overwhelmed, Heather lay on the pool’s deck, exhausted, before slowly slithering her way back into the pool.
“So, did that take some of the school year’s stress away?” Tasha said seductively.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Heather agreed.
They kissed once more. “So, you really never have?” Tasha asked coyly.
“Never have what?” Heather asked, taken off guard.
“Had a threesome?” Tasha pressed.
Heather’s eyebrows went up again; she tried to concentrate on what Tasha was saying, but it was difficult because of the euphoria of what she had just experienced--and the alcohol. “No, I really never have.” Heather thought carefully about what she should say next. “Been close a couple times but it never worked out,” she finally added, weakly.
“Do you want to?” Tasha asked bluntly.
“Want to what?” Heather inquired cautiously.
“Have a threesome?” Tasha continued.
For a moment, Heather thought her mind really was muddled from the night of drinking. “You mean, like, do I have the hope of doing that someday?” she asked. Heather’s heart pounded and a surge of adrenaline rushed through her body. Surely Tasha was not asking what she seemed to be asking.
Tasha didn’t respond, but simply smiled in that devilish manner that she had used earlier. She turned to the steps of the pool and slowly slipped out. Each step she took accentuated that perfect crease where her thigh met her ass. Heather watched as beads of water shimmered off of Tasha’s exquisite body by the light of the party lights that illuminated the pool and patio. Her friend turned back towards her and beckoned her with a single finger—indicating she wanted Heather to follow.
Heather exited the pool with slight difficulty. As she climbed the stairs, she discovered how wobbly her knees were after what she had just experienced. She followed Tasha, almost as if in a trance, staring at that sculpted ass as it disappeared into the house. Both girls walked into the house completely nude. The living room was empty, and Heather quickly realized that their progress was taking them to the master bedroom. Tasha opened the door, and there was Ron, as if he had been waiting on them this whole time.
“After you,” Tasha said, speaking for the first time since they had been in the pool.
“Did you girls have fun?” Ron asked in a knowing tone.
Heather attempted to walk past Tasha and into the bedroom, but the older woman caught her at the waist as she passed by. Tasha pulled her in close, and once again, Heather felt Tasha’s full pouty lips against hers, her soft tongue inside her mouth. Heather understood this part was for Ron’s benefit—Tasha’s way of answering his question.
The two women made their way to the bed, and Heather got a good look at Ron’s body for the first time. Of course, she had checked him out in the pool, looking at his chest, his abs, his biceps, his shoulders—but seeing him here, close up, she truly realized he was as much of a physical specimen as his wife.
Heather crawled onto the bed and was immediately gripped by his chiseled arms. She’d never experienced anything quite like it. Sure, she’d had sex with plenty of guys, but she’d never been into football players—especially not in college. Now, as she felt the raw power of his hands and arms holding her in his grasp, she was starting to think that maybe she should have been.
Ron didn’t waste time. He turned Heather around, almost forcing her into a doggy position pose, and just seconds later, she could feel the head of his cock resting at the lips of her pussy. He pushed in slowly. Heather’s jaw dropped uncontrollably. She searched through the dim lamplight, gazing into Tasha’s eyes. There was a mutual look exchanged between the two of them. Neither one had to say it out loud, but Heather mouthed the words anyways. “Oh my fucking God, he’s huge!”
Tasha smiled that devilish grin once more and nodded knowingly.
Heather felt the walls of her pussy expand; she felt as if she was being stretched to the limits. She gripped the sheets below her, holding on for dear life, scrunching them up between her hands. Finally, she felt that he was all the way inside her. He started thrusting, in and out, in and out, slowly at first. He was so delicate with her. He almost certainly knew that he was straining the limits of what she could physically handle—probably something he was used to.
As Heather became more accustomed to his girth, his strokes quickened. In no time at all, he was pounding her from behind. She hadn’t fully adjusted to his size yet, but she didn’t care; it felt beyond incredible. She moaned. Her inner thighs ached. Her knees trembled.
Tasha watched on with satisfaction. Heather sensed that her friend was aroused by watching her husband take other women. Ron’s hands massaged her sides, back and forth along her rib cage, and then they found her breasts. He cupped her tits in his big hands, gently playing with the nipples as he continued his thrusting from behind.
After what seemed like an eternity to Heather, she heard Tasha say, “Turn her over. I want her on her back.”
Ron did as he was told, and Heather assumed a more standard position, with Ron getting up and standing next to the edge of the bed, his torso between Heather’s legs. He resumed his thrusting, slower and more deliberately now. Heather briefly wondered why Tasha preferred this position, but received her answer quickly.
Tasha positioned herself over Heather’s face, spreading her legs apart. Heather could see Tasha’s snatch just inches away from her and she reached her tongue out for it, craving it, desiring it in her mouth like she had never wanted a pussy in her face before.
As Tasha lowered herself down, Heather tasted the incredible slit for the first time. Even the woman’s pussy was perfect. It was an absolutely photogenic muff and tasted just as good. Heather busied herself eating out Tasha while Ron continued to fuck her. She raised her hands, gripping Tasha’s ass as she did so. It was so smooth and firm.
As the night progressed, it seemed that Ron could fuck for hours without cumming. Heather was starting to wonder if he ever would when Tasha smiled at her. “If we both suck his dick at the same time, he’ll cum instantly, and might even cry like a baby,” she whispered.
Ron laughed, “Oh, come on now, that only happened once,” he joked as he pulled his cock out of Heather’s body.
“We’ll see,” Tasha said, and then encouraged Heather to join her. Ron lay down between them, on his back, as both girls moved into his midsection. They met at his cock, as both their tongues and lips worked together on the long, thick shaft. Heather was mesmerized by the activity. She had sucked many dicks in her life, but the feeling of Tasha’s tongue, mixed in with Ron’s shaft, made the experience overwhelming. It was the most amazing combination of making out and sucking cock which created a mind-altering experience.
Tasha was not wrong either. They had only been performing this activity for a few minutes when Ron said, “I’m close.”
Tasha glanced at Heather, “Do you want it?” she asked.
It took Heather a second to realize what her friend meant. “He’s your husband,” she replied.
“Exactly, he’s my husband. I’ve swallowed more of his cum than you could imagine,” Tasha said honestly. She glanced at the head of Ron’s cock again, as if she was waiting for it to erupt any second. “It’s up to you, but you better decide quickly, because he’s cumming—now.”
Heather didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth wide, putting as much of his huge member in as she could. Just as she felt his head with her tongue, the hot thick liquid squirted all over the roof of her mouth. She swallowed several times before his entire load was gone.
The rest of the night was heaven. Ron and Tasha continued to fuck Heather into the early morning hours. Every position she could imagine three people to be in, they tried it. Fucking, sucking, licking, it was like no other night she had ever experienced.
At one point, Heather was on top of Ron. She liked this position because he was deep inside her, but she could still see his immaculate body, and rub her hands all over his chest and shoulders. “Do you want to switch?” she asked Tasha. Heather was actually starting to feel a little embarrassed. She had been fucking her friend’s husband all night long, yet Tasha had not yet gotten to.
Tasha just giggled in a friendly fashion. “Oh please,” she said. “This is our night to please you. You’re our guest. I can fuck him any old time.”
When Ron got tired, Tasha and Heather entertained him, pleasuring each other in front of him. He watched with interest. Heather was sure he’d watched his wife do this with other women many times, but he was still aroused by it. In no time at all, he was ready to go again.
Eventually, Heather collapsed on their bed in exhaustion, unable to stay awake any longer. When she woke up, Ron had already left for work. Tasha was still in bed, but already awake. Heather affectionately crawled into Tasha’s arms and the two held onto each other. It was the most comfortable Heather could remember being since she had moved to her new town.
“How do you feel?” Tasha asked with a smile, caressing Heather’s back gently.
Heather snickered. “Like I just got my brains fucked out all night long,” she responded.
Tasha giggled. “That’s a good girl.” The two shared a satisfying moment of silence, simply holding each other. “So, how was it?” Tasha finally asked.
“Tasha,” Heather started, “I can’t thank you enough. It was the most amazing night.”
Tasha shrugged off the compliment. “Don’t mention it. That’s what friends are for.” She thought for a moment and then added, “And besides, there’s nothing saying this has to be a one-time thing.” That devilish grin had returned to her face.
After they got up, the two girls had fun retrieving their swimsuits, which were still in the pool, and eventually gave each other a long kiss goodbye.
As Heather drove away, she said to herself, “Yes, I’ll definitely have to come to next year’s party.”
Author’s note: Ummm… so, yeah… just for the record, I highly recommend wrapping your thighs around a well-sculpted former football player… if you happen to find one lying around (even one who only played at a small school).
Sadly, later that summer, due to budget cuts, I was let go—first-year teachers are always the first to lose their jobs. I had to move on to another town, where I was able to find another teaching job… However, before I left, I did receive an incredible farewell from Tasha and Ron.
A couple of other notes… first, I will admit that typing the sentence “she had sucked many dicks in her life…” and knowing I was writing about myself, did make me feel a bit slutty-- but, oh well, I enjoy it, it’s pleasurable, and provides pleasure to others, so, who cares…
Also, for those of you who have read some of my other stories, I must say that NO, Ron’s cock was not as big as Jimar’s… not even close, to be honest. But at that stage in my life, I certainly thought it was huge.
