Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 03

Matt started to laugh softly. "That's all, sweetie?" Lisa nodded. "Then there should be nothing to worry about...really. Ask Dad about it sometime – his stories are pretty funny – they're all based on the fact that Asian people thought that black people smelled bad."

"What?" Lisa rolled her eyes at Matt's suggestion. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope." Matt was laughing now at Lisa's expression. "That's probably what's bothering her the most." He took the towel out of Lisa's hands to finish drying his hair. "Okay, time for you to get dressed." His voice dropped the humorous tone. "I want you both in those dresses...sheer black thigh-high hose and dressy shoes and lots of make-up" He paused a second, then, "And I want you two in matching thongs – the sheerest, smallest ones you have that match." Matt dropped the towel and kissed his sister, his hands pulling her perfect little figure against him. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "You're gonna have an excellent time tonight, Lis'...go make sure our little China Doll is okay."

Lisa walked into her room, gathered what she would need and went upstairs to Margie's room. She found her on her bed, one hand rubbing her breast – teasing her thick, dark nipple; the other was lightly massaging her shaved mound. Margie was moaning softly, almost whimpering as she played with herself. She looked around and saw Lisa standing next to her bed. Lisa smiled at the trembling girl and bent down to kiss her softly on the lips. When she pulled back, Margie looked up and whispered, "We're really gonna do this, aren't we, Lisa?" Her almond-shaped eyes were as wide as they could be. "I mean," she continued her hoarse whispering, "it's one thing with Matt's friends, but...Lisa, this could be four or five really big black guys."

Lisa thought Margie was going to start hyperventilating; her breathing was so shallow and rapid. She wanted to calm her girlfriend down – it wouldn't do for Margie to be afraid of what lay ahead. She kissed her again, very tenderly. "There's no reason to be afraid, my love. You know Matt would never put us in any danger, right?"

Margie gasped as she heard Lisa trying to ease her fears. "Oh, no, baby...that's not it." She was following the feeling of her fingers in her cunt and on her tits. "You don't know how many times I've gotten myself off thinking about this exact thing!" Margie was bringing herself closer and closer to the crest. "I used to think about getting gang-banged by the basketball team..." Lisa started to laugh, both at Mai Ling's confession and at her own misunderstanding of her girlfriend's true feelings. Margie punched Lisa lightly on the shoulder. "Don't laugh at me...I'm trying to cum, damn it!"

Lisa kissed her again and apologized for her mistake. "So tell me...what happens, baby?"

Margie, resuming her finger play, brings herself close again. She says, "It's like a dream ...suddenly, we're all in my bedroom at home...they're so big, they take up my whole room." Lisa could see Margie's beautiful, golden skin begin to flush and then glow with her excitement. "They're so dark...big black hands on my pale tits...long black fingers playing with my pussy. My clothes are gone – so are theirs. Fuck, Lisa, their cocks are huge...and so dark...I want them in me so bad."

Lisa had just put a finger into Margie's wet pussy when they both heard Matt calling from the living room. "We got places to go, people to see...let's go, ladies."

Lisa gave her China Doll a final kiss. "You'll have your chance later, I think, to finally fulfill your fantasy, lover. But right now, we better hurry." She told Margie about Matt's instructions. Lisa held up a tiny, almost transparent white lace thong. "I know you have one of these...is it clean?" Margie found it in her drawer along with the black hose she would wear. They applied their make-up just slightly too heavy...they might be hookers, but then again, maybe not...slipped into their new dresses with all the appropriate jewelry, and finally got Lisa's wig adjusted just right. They put on the high heels that Matt wanted and walked down to the living room.

Matt was sitting down on the couch, smoking a joint as they came down the stairs. It was all he could do not to choke on the smoke he'd just inhaled. "Fuck," he thought, "they are So Fucking Hot!" He never could understand it when a gorgeous girl couldn't see her own beauty. Not these two – no way. His princess-sluts knew exactly how good they looked...and they loved it every bit as much as he did.

Margie's dress, an electric blue, skin-tight sheath, was tied halter-style around the back of her neck. The front had a generous scoop neckline, displaying her cleavage and the curved inner sides of her naturally perky breasts. Her excited nipples pressed against the thin material, inviting the stares of those around her. The tight bottom just barely covered the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings.

Lisa's was of the same type of material, only hers was shiny red. And her dress wasn't a halter. It was sleeveless and strapless, fitting snugly across her breasts, barely an inch above her elongated nipples. The bottom fit snugly around her beautiful little butt just the same way Margie's fit her. With the wig and make-up, it was hard to tell it was Lisa at first glance. The two of them had never looked better – Fuck, they were sooo hottt!!!

Keeping his voice as normal as he could, Matt asked them about their underwear. They lifted the bottom hems up, revealing the matching transparent white lace thongs. Matt grinned in approval, clapped his hands together and announced it was time to go.

Twenty minutes later, Matt and the girls piled out of their taxi in front of the billiard parlor. Lisa and Margie smoothed and straightened Matt's jacket over his lean, muscular six-foot form. He had on a new charcoal-gray Italian suit that fit him perfectly – the jacket unbuttoned over a black, silky t-shirt. He thought he could do a walk-on on The Sopranos they way he looked. With an arm around each girl, they walked up to the club. Before they could reached the top step, the black and red lacquer double doors were opened from the inside and they were greeted by the wide-eyed stares of two very tall, very bald, and very dark thirty-something African-American men in perfectly tailored tuxedos.

Lisa started to cream as the man on her side raised his eyes slowly from her beautifully displayed tits until he locked them firmly on hers. She smiled warmly at him as she decided he was the most perfect looking man she'd seen (other than her brother, of course) in a long time. On Matt's other side, Margie was experiencing much of the same feelings as her sister-slut. The man smiling down on her was every bit as awesome as the man who was captivating Lisa. Matt was smiling as he watched his sister and Mai Ling work their magic on the two bouncers.

A moment later, a third, almost identical man greeted Matt with an outstretched hand. In a mellow, deep bass voice he asked how he might be of service. Matt shook his hand and said they thought it might be fun to shoot a little pool...did they have an open table? Maybe one in a back room?

The man spoke again. "My name is Maurice, and this" he pointed to the man next to Lisa, "is Henry." Turning towards Margie, he continued, "And this is William. Please let them take you to the bar and buy you a drink, uhm..."

Matt smiled pleasantly and spoke in a low, firm voice. "Glad to meet you gentlemen. My name is Matt. This," he drew Lisa closer and kissed her bare shoulder, "is Lisa." As he turned towards Margie, she met him with open lips. When Matt pulled back from her wicked kiss he said, "And this is Mai Ling."

Maurice smiled and continued. "As I was saying, Matt, please let Henry and William escort you and these two beautiful ladies to the bar and have a drink on me. I'm going to find the manager and we will fix you right up...I believe you would like a private room, correct?"

Matt smiled again at Maurice. "That would be perfect," he said and with his arms around his women, they followed the tall, tuxedo-clad men to the main bar.

Standing with the bouncers next to the shining, ebony bar, they waited for Maurice to return. Matt sipped an ice-cold draft while Lisa and Margie drank champagne cocktails. They were looking the place over, listening to the music coming from an excellent sound system (loud enough to feel the music, but not too loud to speak in normal voices) when Henry leaned towards Matt and asked, "Both these women...they be with you?"

Matt nodded his answer back with a small grin as he drank more beer.

William took his shot and asked, "Both? At the same time?"

Again Matt nodded and grinned. He was really enjoying the moment, and anticipating even more fun in just a few minutes. Both girls had finished their drinks and put their glasses on the bar. As the bartender poured them each another, Lisa put her hand on Henry's arm. "Can you help me up on the stool, please?" She hit him with a devastating combination of innocent school-girl voice and $1000 hooker expression on her face. "It's just so high, you know."

Henry looked at Matt, as if for permission, and Matt nodded to him. He moved very close to Lisa, much closer than he needed to be, and circled her waist with his long fingers. Effortlessly, he lifted her straight up, brushing her protruding nipples against him until they were face-to-face. Lisa kissed him quickly on the corner of his wide mouth and said 'Thank you" as he put her down on the stool.

William was staring. It was rude, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. The club hadn't had that many hot women stop by since it opened – certainly none as hot as these two! When he saw Lisa kiss his friend, he started thinking about all kinds of possibilities. He turned quickly to Margie and gestured towards the barstool next to her. She smiled up at the tall, dark man. While she may have looked in control on the outside, she was coming apart on the inside. All three of the men were simply gorgeous...and God, they smelled so good! Whatever were her parents thinking? But before William could lift her sexy little body onto the stool, Maurice returned with a fourth, identically dressed, tall and athletic man.

"Matt, ladies...this is Jamal Compton. He is the manager of our little establishment." Jamal moved forward to take Matt's hand, impressed with the dry, firm grip he felt. The young, well-dressed white boy didn't seem nervous or intimidated at all...not the usual reaction he'd seen when he and his staff surrounded anyone. This might be fun, he thought to himself.

"Nice to meet you, Matt...ladies. Welcome to our humble club." His wide smile revealed perfect teeth and warm, dark eyes. Matt could sense Lisa's and Margie's interest shift from the bouncers to the manager. "Maurice tells me you are interested in a private room. I think I have what you're looking for." He put his large hand down on the bar. "Please leave your drinks – someone will bring fresh one's to the room. And now if you'll come with me..."

Jamal and Maurice walked along side Matt as they guided him through the club's main room and down a hallway with several open doors. Inside a few of them, Matt saw several people shooting pool, drinking and dancing to the pervasive beat of the music. Some of the rooms were vacant, and some had the doors closed. It was in front of one of the closed doors where Jamal stopped and turned. He smiled as he noticed that both of those oh-so-fuckable little cuties each had an arm around their escorts' waists. "I think you will like this room," Jamal said as he opened the door and turned on the lights.

The room was divided into two areas. Eyes were drawn first to the classic pool table on the left side of the room. Clean, smooth green felt covered the thick slate bed and the pockets had woven leather baskets to catch the balls. A beautiful Tiffany lamp seemed to illuminate only the table, leaving the high stools and cue racks and the rest of the area to be lit by the reflection off of the dark paneled walls. The right side of the room looked quite comfortable as well. Well-placed indirect lighting highlighted a small bar in front of one wall, and two chairs and a love seat that were grouped around a small cocktail table. Just beyond the small couch, some lights in the ceiling shined down on a small dance floor.

A waitress followed the group into the room, carrying a bottle of champagne and an ice bucket. She left them on the bar and then shut the door behind her as she left the room. "Please," Maurice said as he reached for the bottle, "allow me." He opened a small knife and expertly slit the foil around the top of the bottle, popped the cork and poured two fresh glasses for Lisa and Margie. This time, Henry and William lifted the shimmering beauties onto the barstools without being asked.

At the same time, Jamal found a frosted mug in a small freezer behind the bar and poured a cold draft for Matt. "Let me show you a few things," he said as he handed Matt the beer. He moved towards the wall behind the bar. "This switch calls for a waitress...she won't come back again until you want her." His had traveled a few feet further across the wall. "And this rotary switch controls the volume of the music coming in." He turned it up slightly and the girls started to sway on their stools to the dance music that filled the room..

Matt glanced at his watch – it was already past eight-thirty and he knew his friends would more likely be early than late. He needed to take care of business quickly.

Glancing around the room, noticing all four men watching Lisa and Margie move back and forth, Matt offered to buy them all a drink. Jamal thanked him and took a bottle of scotch from the bar. He topped off four shot glasses and handed three of them out to his posse. When everyone had a glass in hand, Matt said, "I think we should drink to your most excellent club, Jamal. I hope we have a chance to come back again sometime." Ignoring the slightly confused looks from the four tuxedo-clad studs, Matt turned to his sluts. "Nice dance music, huh?"

Lisa and Margie put their glasses down on the bar and started to get off of the stools. Large warm hands helped them down and the girls moved under the thin beams of light shining down from above the dance floor. Aside from the music, there was dead silence in the dark private room as Lisa moved into Margie's arms and they started to rock together to the driving beat. Matt touched Jamal lightly on the arm to get his attention. "So, if the door is closed...no one comes in?" he asked.

The tall good-looking manager couldn't take his eyes from the scene in front of him. Margie turned Lisa around so they were front-to-back as they danced, facing the men at the bar. As Lisa ground her fine little ass against her girlfriend's front, Margie moved her hands across the front of Lisa's dress until they rested on her curvy hips. Margie was licking Lisa's neck as they moved together. "Uhm...Jamal..." Matt tried again to get the club manager's attention, "you said no one comes in, right?"

With his eyes still locked on the dancing girls, Jamal answered softly. "That's right, Matt...actually, the door is always locked from the outside. Only staff has keycards...the waitresses won't come back unless you flip the switch...if you need me or Maurice, we're on the speed-dial on the phone under the bar."

Matt took a joint out of his pocket and held it out to Jamal. "This won't be a problem then, right?"

Margie had her fingers on the hem of Lisa's dress and slowly slid it up her shapely thighs, exposing the lace tops of Lisa's stockings to the posse as they continued their hot little dance exhibition. And when she saw all eyes on Lisa's dress, she wiggled it up just a little more until the four black men were all captured by the sheerest little triangle of white lace pressed against her bare mound. Amid various comments, grunts and groans from their audience, Margie dropped Lisa's dress. Maurice and Jamal looked at Matt with wide grins.

Maurice held out his hand for the joint. Matt gave it to him and Maurice lit it and took a hit. Making a face, he ground the joint out in an ashtray and then reached into his own pocket. He took out a gold cigarette case, flipped it open and removed a perfectly rolled joint. "Try this...I think you'll enjoy it." Matt took it and lit it, taking a lungful of sweet smoke into his lungs. The taste was incredible and the effect was almost immediate. He was getting very high – it was great dope.

He handed the joint to Jamal and they looked back at the little dance floor. Margie's hands were covering and caressing Lisa's tits over the sparkling red material, forcing her breasts up and out of the top of the dress. Then she bent around Lisa and took her swollen nipple between her lips and sucked loudly to the delight of their observers. Henry was the first to move towards the dancing pair. He looked back at Matt and asked, "These girls just dance with each other?"

Matt shook his head as he took another hit. "All you got to do is ask, my man," he grinned as he answered the big, black bouncer.

With that, Henry took Lisa away from Margie, replacing the hot little Asian girl's hands and lips with his own. Lisa made little whimpering sounds of pure pleasure as the tall, powerful man flicked her nipples with his broad flat tongue and moved his hands over her ass and stroked her hot, inner thighs with his long, black fingers. Henry turned Lisa around until her back was facing Jamal and Maurice and the strange white dude. He lifted the shiny red material over her perfect bubble-butt, exposing her to the rest of the room as he slid his finger between her cheeks.

William moved as well, gliding across the floor until he had Margie in his long arms. They started to kiss as well, with William's hands searching for and finding the halter tie behind her neck. Margie's breath caught in her throat as she felt him pull the bow apart. Untied, her dress fell away from her pounding chest; her nipples had never felt longer or harder as the tall, dark stranger licked and sucked the fat dark tips and then squeezed them between his long, dark fingers until she thought they would burst.

He peeled the electric blue sheath down over Margie's chest, then lower, revealing her flat stomach and the curve of her hips. The good-looking man dropped to his knees by her side as his fingers stroked her golden flesh and his full, dark lips kissed the swell of her breasts down to her cute little bellybutton. Then with a flourish, he peeled the dress all the way down her stockinged legs. Balancing herself with her hand on his shoulder, Margie stepped out of the dress, leaving herself covered only by the tiny, white lace panties and her black thigh-high hose. She knew, without looking, that her panties were made totally transparent by the wetness leaking from her cunt.

Matt looked at Jamal and Maurice taking in the action. Their tongues were almost hitting the floor as they watched Margie and Lisa, identical in matching lingerie, touching and kissing each other. Building the heat in the room, they teased Henry and William with their hard nipples and their tiny fingers. Taking the joint from Matt's hand, Jamal took a long hit and then turned to the young man. "Say, Matt, what did you mean before about

'You hope you have a chance to come back'? You local folks, right?" Matt nodded at the manager. "Looks like your ladies are comfortable here...you seem to be pretty relaxed yourself."

"That is certainly true, Jamal," Matt said as he took the joint out of Jamal's hand and took a hit. Lisa was kneeling in front of Henry, stroking his long, hard cock with her little manicured fingers. Margie was sitting back on the couch, relishing the feeling of William's tongue wiping across her shaved mound. "It's just that...well...some friends of mine were here yesterday..." Matt took another hit, "and they weren't made to feel this comfortable. In fact, they weren't even allowed to stay inside." He blew a long, thin stream of smoke between Jamal and Maurice.