My wife and I had met an attractive couple bi couple on Yahoo Messenger. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, together for five years, and we all had mutually shared interests. The four of us agreed on a no-pressure date to introduce ourselves better in person.
When Friday came to meet, we didn't hear from them all day. We thought they had ghosted us, so the wife and I got dressed and ready for our own date night. Never skip out on a perfect evening. As we were ready to walk out the door, we got a phone call. They had arrived in town and needed our address. We sent them our address in a text while adding a cute, flirty kiss to them.
Pandora perched up on the couch to roll a joint. I myself opted for a glass of absinthe and my guitar. Waiting can be torture on the nerves.
A knock at the door and Pandora looked at me with a devilish grin as she answered the door. She was dressed in her thin pencil skirt that went to her knees. Her stockings covered the rest of her legs. I chose her top, which was olive green. It always impressed me how well it fit her small frame.
Trent gave her a hug, and we all introduced ourselves. We chatted while checking each other out. His girlfriend, D, was tall and hippie-like. She wore bell-bottom jeans and a low cut shirt that complimented her breast quite well. Trent was quite cute in a button-up and jeans. I could tell Pandora thought so too. She blushed a bit from their hug. Rightfully so, he was quite the charmer.
Time lapsed as we had a couple of drinks and shared some really kind herbs. I sat with D, and we chatted about art and the occasional topic of sex. She was not shy in the least. Often, I caught myself blushing a bit. Trent and Pandora seemed to have a good time with their conversations. Laughing and joking over light conversations. From time to time, we all tried to share in a group conversation.
The hours passed by like nothing. It was 3 a.m., and we offered a bed to them. It would have been a drive home, and they were both buzzed as we all were.
D was simply fast asleep before we could offer the spare bedroom. The poor thing never made it off the couch in our bedroom. I tucked her in a down blanket and Trent gave her a kiss.
Pandora and I stretched out on our bed. She was rolling another, and I was putting a cork in what remained of the bottle of absinthe. Trent went digging into his backpack and pulled out some sweatpants and a t-shirt. He was not shy about changing in front of us. Pandora watched while licking the rolling paper. Eyes never fell from watching him change clothes. She looked at me with fuck me eyes.
My head laid at Pandora's feet, on our sides 69 like. Trent came and sat behind her. We passed a joint to each other, taking turns asking and answering trivial questions to one another. Pandora and I wanted to fuck, but it didn't seem that Trent was ready for bed.
I couldn't stop taking my hand and gently rubbing Pandora's legs. The feel of her stockings and then her upper thigh. I let Trent notice and watch. We just kept passing a joint, and the conversation became more intimate.
Pandora was swooning with the rubbing of her legs, ass and inner thighs. I moved my hand to his leg, and he did not flinch, nor did he break conversation with Pandora. He lay out behind her on his side. With my hand between her legs, I moved my hand slowly to his cock and was impressed by his hardness already. His sweats were bulging. I gave him a feel for his size and thickness. Again, nice.