by Cyan
Copyright 1996 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
What was I doing here? Did I really want to do this?
I knew it wasn't all innocent. I guess part of me pretended it was, but part of me knew. I looked across the table at Judith. Thoughts of Marcia crossed my mind.
Marcia hadn't made the trip. In a way, I couldn't blame her: what could be more boring than your spouse's high-school reunion? And I'd run into Judith.
She'd been alone too. We'd ended up sitting at a "singles" table, and talked throughout the dinner.
The two of us never did date in high school. We hung out at lunch a lot and had quite a number of conversations. And there'd been times when groups of us were going out and the two of us often seemed to end up talking to each other. Well, I guess I do recall times that we ended up talking alone. But it had never been a real date.
I'd been dating other girls. I did think about Judith: she is and was absolutely beautiful. But I don't recall her ever dating, or at least not much. She did have a boyfriend for about a week once: I was relieved when it was over, by which time I had talked myself into asking her out. But somehow I never did: I could tell that's not what she was looking for from me. After that, I thought about her: I always had to hide my desire while we talked. Which I did all the way through school and graduation.
And now, here I was, at a bar, talking to Judith again. It made sense: we'd had so many conversations in high school, and hadn't been in touch for years. We had lots to catch up on. She was telling me about her career. But somehow, what we were doing wasn't right.
It was like this was my second chance. She'd dropped no hint of any guy and I was alone. Miles away from Marcia. Judith seemed so... trusting. I could tell she would go along. In college, I'd picked up a lot of confidence and judgement. Judith liked me. She was probably curious about what it would be like with me. She was probably lonely. She showed no signs of caution. She looked me in the eye. Such a trusting look.
It was so late: 3AM at least. My car was back at the hotel. We'd both drunk quite a bit. In this condition, she was very likely to simply go along with any inclinations that came over her.
"Where do you live?" I asked. An innocent question. I knew well where it would lead.
She told me. I asked her how it was, what sort of apartment she had.
"You want to come by and see it?"
She had said that. "We shouldn't: it's late," I said. I put disappointment in my voice.
"You too tired?" she asked.
"No."
She drove. Not back to the hotel. Toward the apartment complex she had mentioned. I felt a sense of satisfaction--and excitement. It was actually happening! Judith was driving me to her apartment.
We didn't talk. Somehow that seemed right: it was so late. I'd seen the apartment buildings years ago from the highway, but had never been there. She parked the car.
"Come on," she said, smiling. She led me: into the building, up the stairs. At the door, she stopped to get out her key.
I watched her fumbling. Was she a little nervous? She did have the same idea that I did. She must. Judith, the little career woman, leading me into her apartment. The thought of Marcia crossed my mind briefly again. I suppressed it.
She got the door open and turned on the light. I came in after her. I took a moment to look at her, putting her purse down, looking back at me. Another woman walked in the room.
She was in a short nightgown. "There you are," she said. "Who's this?"
"George," said Judith. I stared at the woman. She was Judith's height.
"Did you offer him a drink?" I stared at the woman. This was completely unexpected.
"We just got in," answered Judith. The woman walked across the room and got out a bottle. "This is my roommate, Mary," said Judith.
Mary looked up and smiled at me briefly. "I think Judith told me about you," she said.
"Hi," I said. It hadn't occurred to me that Judith might have a roommate. I thought about how that would affect things. Mary came over with two glasses, giving one to each of us. She was quite attractive, long legs, which her short nightgown showed, short dark hair, and eyes that seemed to display constant curiosity.
"Drink up," she said. She returned to pick up a third drink. It was whiskey and water, I thought. "He's cute," she said to Judith after taking a swallow. Judith just smiled.
And I seemed to notice a look between them. Just for a second. Then Judith grinned at me and left the room without saying a word.
She hadn't seemed to indicate she wanted me to follow and I found myself standing there with Mary. "You like her, don't you," she said.
"She's very attractive," I answered.
"Come," she said, suddenly taking my hand. She led me through the door Judith had taken.
We entered a bedroom. Judith was sitting on the bed, her back where the headboard would be, dressed in a nightgown like Mary's! The bed was huge: I'm sure it was a king. There were no covers: only a bottom sheet. Mary dropped my hand and walked over by Judith. "We'd like to see a striptease," she said.
Judith just sat there, looking at me. She smiled. Mary turned on a stereo and rock music filled the room.
I thought about it: I'd walked into two women who wanted to watch me strip! This was impossibly good! "Come on: let's see the show!" said Mary.
I can't say I'm a dancer, but I tried to move with the music. Mary did look good, and the idea of a scene with the two of them was beyond anything I'd imagined! Mary sat on the side of the bed and picked up the phone. Soon she was sitting at the head, next to Judith. They were next to each other, obviously touching.
I did the best I could, taking my shirt off to the music. They were in to each other! I pulled my tee-shirt off. Mary's arm was around Judith even while she used the phone: they cuddled. I was going to watch Mary and Judith get it on. I could feel my excitement growing. Mary hung up the phone.
I slipped my pants off. They were cuddling and giggling. I saw Mary's hand close to Judith's breast. I was down to my underpants. They still watched me.
I made them wait, dancing a while in my underpants. Judith's hands were on Mary's thigh. Mary was definitely feeling silly, giggling again and again. Judith looked more serious, but stared at me.
I slid them down very slowly, doing my best to tease them. Mary made a couple of lewd remarks. The music continued.
Mary clapped and cheered when I finally had my cock uncovered. It was a little hard. Judith smiled. I continued the dance, slipping the briefs all the way off. Mary was clapping to the music and yelling encouragement.
I danced. I bumped and ground and did my best. I actually somehow got into it for a moment, the motion: forgetting my objective for a little while. They loved it: at least Mary did. Judith watched, smiling, but wasn't nearly so enthusiastic. Mary still had her arm around Judith.
Then I noticed a man, standing in the doorway! I hadn't heard a thing, but with the music, that wasn't surprising. He was huge, obviously a body- builder. I stared at him for a second, trying to figure out what was going on. Mary's boyfriend?
I felt funny about it: it had been so unexpected. The man smiled at me.
Suddenly he grabbed me and I found myself face down on the bed. The next thing I knew, something was stuffed in my mouth. An article of clothing. Then he was on top of me and I couldn't move. I felt fingers at my rear, demanding entry. And gaining it.
He was still lying on top of me and I couldn't get my hands to where I could do anything about it, he was so big. I glanced at the girls: they were openly fingering each other, their nightgowns raised.
I felt it. His cock, pressing, pushing. Mary clapped to the music some more, Judith's fingers still on her sex. Judith stared at me, her eyes wide. He was in me. There was no helping it.
He fucked me. I gave up trying to do anything about it--I had no chance. I looked back at the girls. They'd turned so their bodies faced each other and had their legs wrapped around each other, sort of scissors-fashion. They both watched me briefly, Mary smiling, then they turned, looking into each other's eyes. And moving their bodies.
I awoke. I was lying across the foot of the bed, crosswise to the normal direction. The guy was lying next to me, his arm draped over me. Raising up, I saw Mary sleeping, cross wise, all the way up at the head of the bed. Judith was no where in sight. I heard noises from somewhere else in the apartment. The two of them woke up.
Judith showed up in the doorway, in a robe. "Breakfast is ready," she said, smiling. Mary was rubbing her eyes.
The guy grabbed my wrist. He was so strong, there was no escape. In seconds, I found myself kneeling in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed. His hands on my head guided it to his cock. Kneeling there, staring at his cock, I didn't have any choice. I recalled all the things the two of us had done the night before. The way those two had watched us. I opened my mouth, as he pulled me closer. I heard Mary giggle and stand up. I sucked.
I managed to see Mary reach Judith. Her arms went around Judith, and they kissed. Then two of them stood there, arms around each other, watching us.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.