Two Blondes

She relented, letting him explore her mouth, being passive, not wanting to start all over again just then. They needed to talk. She was pleasantly surprised that he quickly got the message, and slid back from her to lie smiling broadly at her.

"Do you always take women home, to seduce them on a first date?" she asked, trying to sound innocent.

"No." he said. Looking serious, he seemed to be questioning himself. "This is quite unusual. I can see it is for you too. What does it mean?" he asked, trying to get her to admit to something.

"Let's just see shall we? Have some fun, then see where it goes," she said, while fending him off. "Enough fun for the moment," she warned him. She was both relieved and disappointed he didn't push his intent. They were lying on top of the bed, uncovered, naked. She could see his interest stirring, but there were other things to do first.

She jumped up from the bed before he began another attack, for she was very near a full capitulation. "Make the coffee and bring them in to Louise and me. Black, no sugar," she added. She looked around the room, until remembering her clothes were in the kitchen. She looked at him with a wry grin on her face and skipped out of the bedroom.

Louise wasn't exactly gifted with the ability of thinking deeply, but she was another woman to be consulted. She needed an objective opinion. Sandra then remembered her friend bursting in on them last night and how she had just stood there mesmerized. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to give an objective opinion after all.

***

"So what are you two plotting?" he asked. He watched them giggling, obviously discussing him. "Here, two coffees. Don't call me the maid, either," he warned them.

"I was thinking you had taken too long and I might have to spank you," Sandra teased.

"If you want to play that sort of game then you'll be the one spanked, young lady," he retorted.

"What about me?" Louise asked. "I meant, my coffee," she blushed, when they both looked at her. "Stop it you two!" she added.

Jeff stood looking around an untidy room, for somewhere to sit.

"What do you think of him?" Sandra asked.

"Nice," Louise said, looking up at him.

"What do you want me to do? Strip off for you?" he said. It was a reaction to their obvious appraisal. He flexed his arms knowing he was no muscle man.

"Good idea! Show my friend what I've brought home," she teased.

Jeff began to strip off his shirt while they hummed a tune. With two beautiful young women watching him intently, obviously amused, but also interested, he couldn't help playing up to them. His natural reserve was thrown aside with his shirt.

He undid his trousers expecting it to be brought to a halt by Sandra, only to discover they were both encouraging him. If he had been thinking clearly he would have realized this could only end in embarrassment.

In his underpants he turned around to wiggle his bottom at them. He was beginning to regret this for he wasn't exactly a young man any more and they were sure to compare him unfavorably.

"Very nice indeed! I'd say, built for endurance," Louise commented.

"Look at those calf muscles, a lot of thrusting strength there," Sandra laughed.

"You should know, after last night, you hussy!" Louise teased in a put-on shocked tone.

"You enjoyed it too, sweet," she countered.

"What do you mean?" Louise asked, attempting innocence.

"You watched us in the kitchen then ran off fingering yourself. This bed's still wet, so you must have enjoyed it too!" Sandra told her friend.

Jeff was amazed. Listening to the two of them was a revelation. He became carried away with the excitement of the moment. He went to the foot of the bed and lifted the quilt to attack their feet. Both girls squirmed helplessly, laughing loudly, from his tickling. They quickly set their coffee cups aside so they wouldn't scald themselves.

"Help! Stop! I give in," Sandra yelped, while laughing uncontrollably.

"Not me! Get her, she's the naughty one," Louise squeaked, through a fit of laughter.

He held onto an ankle stroking and scratching the sole of one foot then quickly grabbed another. As they drew their feet up the bed he followed until he was under the quilt between them. They were wearing just bras and panties, so he was surrounded by bare legs.

They didn't seem to be fighting him off very effectively, and it wasn't just because they were helpless in their laughter. The smooth young skin of their legs was so tempting. His hands ran up two set of thighs. They were pressed tight together as his hand skimmed over soft yielding flesh, over their panties, up to their flat bellies.

He blew a raspberry on one tummy then the other.

"Stop it, you're being naughty. I'll spank you," Sandra panted, between giggles.

He might have seen this as encouragement, but he was too far into the game to realize. They were enjoying it too, too excited to think about where it might end.

Jeff put his arms around their legs, lifting them up to make a tent under the quilt. He slapped one bottom then the other.

"Hey! No! Stop it!" they squealed. Even feeling weak from laughter they could have fought him off. They instead squirmed, making weak snatches at his hands, feeling helpless from their hysterics.

He spanked them again. Gentle slaps, more like a feel of their deliciously soft bottoms, rather than meaning to hurt. Their legs separated and his arms wound between the legs to grip them tight. All three were under the quilt now, which formed a little secret den, away from the real world.

Here they could play like naughty children. Both girls knew he had them in the same lock. They knew what it was doing to each of them and they liked it. The naughty game pushed each one a little further, exciting them both to a high pitch of delight.

Sandra could feel his arm between her legs and couldn't help gripping it tight. She refrained from rubbing her lips on his arm, but only just. She realized Louise was trying to hide her discreet movements, so she gave in, clenching his arm. She began to push her hips, humping his arm.

Feeling Sandra's hip rubbing back and forth it became obvious to Louise what her friend was doing. The need for gratification overwhelmed her better judgment, overwhelmed everything, as Louise, too, gripped his arm tight between her legs and rode it.

Jeff felt the movements and heard them breathing heavily. He looked up into their faces to see how sexed up they were. He leaned forward and bit upon Sandra's nipple through the bra. Instead of scolding him she groaned. He tried Louise and she groaned even louder. They both continued moaning and whimpering, rubbing the crotch of their panties against his arms.

If anything Louise was shoving the hardest, almost franticly needing to orgasm. They wore their own sex faces, a mixture of a grimace with a look of determination. He smiled to himself. Although he had calmed down, these two very hot women were desperate for an orgasm. With each of their synchronized thrusts he pulled his arm down a little further, until his hand was right between their legs.

He turned his hand palm down, at the same time rubbing the sodden crotch of their panties to one side. He tickled their lips, but it was obviously a waste of time, for they were open and very ready. He pushed two fingers into them until his thumb contacted their clits.

He rubbed with his thumb causing them to whimper in unison. He waggled his fingers bringing forth a yell, no longer of frustration but of an announcement. They were close, very close. They lay back next to each other, each one's excitement bringing the other closer and closer to completion.

Like glove puppets, he worked them, eliciting little yells and squirms of their hips, finding out which movements made them the most excited. Working hard upon their clits they suddenly became silent and still. As one, both young women arched their backs, trying to suck in his fingers, gripping them hard.

Sandra became coherent enough to shout out loud. "Stop, now, stop, hold it in," she told him.

"Yes, yes, yes, Oh! Yes!" Louise whimpered.

Sandra gripped his hand hard, almost breaking his wrist. Louise slumped down in exhaustion with her arms flopping at her sides, her legs slackly open. She fell onto his thumb which poked into her asshole. He gently extracted it but she didn't seem to care or notice.

He pushed his way up the bed between them, and pulled an arm from each of them around him. He had a big smile on his face from having two beautiful young women cuddling him. They didn't need encouragement to wrap their arms around him to hold on tight, snuggling up to him.

There was no way he was going to sleep now, for he was in heaven. A large pair of breasts was pressed against his chest, with another in his back. Both women were pressed tight against him sandwiching him between them.

Sandra began kissing his lips, forcing her way into his mouth. Louise kissed his back, moving up to his neck, licking and nuzzling along the way. He felt their hands over his body. Louise moved her legs away to reach his bottom. She was searching between his legs for his cock but Sandra had a firm grip of it.

Louise found his asshole and began circling it with a wet finger, made so from her own juices. Sandra was tugging on his cock, ever so slowly, then every so often gripped its base tightly. Louise pushed a finger into his asshole, almost causing him to cum, but a tight grip on his cock held him back.

Another hand began to cup his balls. With tremendous willpower, he brought his thoughts away from them, to concentrate on an analysis he was working on in the office. Again and again he lost the battle but returned to the office in his thoughts.

Sandra dragged him onto her body and maneuvered his cock while thrusting up at him. She took him all in with one great shove from her hips. A great yell announced her orgasm. "Fuck! Oh Shit! You fucking bastard!" she yelled.

The sound of her friend's orgasm rocked Louise, bringing her so close, but she could not climax again without being filled. "Please fuck me, please fuck me!" she yelped.

Louise was frantic, plucking at him without much strength. He knew what she wanted and rolled onto her, falling right between her legs. His cock was trapped between them pressing into her belly. She frantically maneuvered herself while he lifted up his body. He plunged in the wet open hole that was so desperately waiting for him.

It seemed to grasp him tight, closing hard around his aching cock. He had been waiting too long; his climax would not be imminent. He knew he was going to have to work hard to get his release, and he thrust into her, again and again, fucking her with a passion.

Louise whimpered from a deep orgasm. "Thank you, oh, thank you," she whispered. He carried on pounding at her pussy, thrusting in with a cock that demanded satisfaction. Eventually he spurted into her inert body. A long satisfying pumping of jet after jet of sperm spurted into her.

Louise's whole body shuddered from another orgasm. He collapsed between them, sated. He vaguely felt hands exploring his body, not knowing whose they were, and not caring, for he was in heaven again.

He fell asleep looking resplendent, with a smile on his face.

Sandra put her head on his chest listening to his heart still beating heavily. She looked at her friend trying to recover from a deep climax.

Louise looked away from her friend, not knowing what to say.

"What do you think of our stud, then? Good or magnificent, don't you think?" Sandra whispered.

Did she say, 'our stud', Louise wondered. Did she really mean that or was she ready for a fight? "He's wonderful. You're lucky," she said, still not daring to look at her friend.

"If you're good, I might share him with you," she smiled.

Louise looked at her, trying to fathom whether she meant it. Would she mean it once they returned to reality from this dream world of bliss?

"We haven't had boyfriends for a long time. You remember all those evenings alone sharing a bottle of wine? We talked about where we were going wrong. This one is pretty good, don't you think?"

Louise nodded her head. She wasn't sure about sharing him, could that work? They whispered together, although it didn't look as though he would wake for a week, or even for an earthquake.

"Give him a nice kiss," Sandra said.

Feeling unsure, even guilty, she tenderly kissed his lips. Sandra watched closely with a big warm smile lighting her face. Louise was surprised to see Sandra looked contented, even though she was kissing her man.

They slipped out of the bed to shower and pull on dressing gowns.

***

"Hey sleepyhead, coffee," Sandra said. Sitting on the edge of Louise's bed she prodded Jeff, unable to wait any longer. He made the usual grunting sounds that might mean something in a prehistoric language, sat up and began sipping the hot coffee.

Sandra didn't want to torture him with silence, though it was difficult to know where to begin. He was studying the coffee, avoiding looking at her, trying to think of what to say, how to apologize. He looked guilty, which was a good sign. Although she was always a sensible person, this time she started in the middle and worked her way outwards.

"It's difficult to meet a nice guy. We go to a club, and it's the bold immature guy who gets sent over by his friends. Nice guys seem afraid to approach us, or they dismiss us, thinking we're just dumb blondes," Sandra quietly spoke, treading carefully.

"We haven't brought anyone home in a long time. We don't do this sort of thing. You're special, Jeff," she took a deep breath. "I want to get to know you," she said.

He took her hand and squeezed it. "How's Louise, she alright?" Sandra smiled, nodding her head. "I want to get to know you, too. We'll take it slow as you said." He hesitated, not wanting to mention what happened.

"Do we forget what happened here?" he asked. He really meant to say that they must, but it came out wrong. He needed her guidance on how to approach Louise.

"No. We're both OK. It's up to you."

"I don't understand," he said. He could at least look at her now. "I want to get to know you, to get over this awkward start," he said, treading carefully.

"OK. We were thinking maybe you might want to get to know both of us," she said, lightly blushing. Looking away, she wondered what the hell he was thinking of her. "Do you think you could? I mean, it's difficult. I'm usually clear what I mean. This is unusual but could you handle getting to know both of us?" Sandra said.

She felt embarrassed. The two friends had talked it through and it seemed a reasonable arrangement, until now confronting him with it. She looked away again, unsure of herself.

"I'm not sure it would work. You've talked it through? You're way ahead of me. I need time to think about it," he muttered.

Sandra laughed. "You look shocked," she said. "Any guy would jump at the chance. I knew you would be cautious. I told Louise you were a perfect man, a one in a million. We don't want to let you go, Jeff," she said, with a determined voice, showing she meant it.

The silence was too much for her. "We would never contemplate such an arrangement with anyone else," she added.

"I know," he sighed. He was trying to be reassuring but he hardly knew her. "What did you discuss? What do I do?" he said, sounding bewildered.

"We go out separately, on dates. At home we kind of share things," she said. Sandra was feeling more confident now. She was afraid he might think they were a couple of sluts but he looked concerned and was handling it well.

"At least we got over the first kiss," he smiled at her. "I need a hug," he said.

She wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly.

"This is a bit of a shock. I need a shower. I'll go talk to Louise," he mumbled.

Sandra nodded and reluctantly let go of him.

***

"Louise, you alright?" Jeff asked.

"Sure! You OK?" she asked. She smiled at him nervously.

"We don't do that sort of thing, you know," she said, trying to sound sensible and mature about it. "Well. It was nice," she blushed.

"OK. Where do we go from here?" he asked.

"Sandra thinks you can ... look after us both?" she blushed even more.

"I'm willing to give it a try, if you are," he said. She nodded and smiled at him. "It's funny. I should feel on top of the world, but I'm nervous," he sighed. He sat next to her and put an arm around her. She wrapped both arms around him and they hugged, not speaking.

In the shower he had worked out that Sandra was the bold one, a 'take life in both hands' kind of person, whereas Louise was the opposite. She needed caring for, looking after. But, didn't everyone when it came down to it?

"We all need someone to care for us and I have plenty of love to share. I want to share some time with you, Louise," he held her face in his hands, looking directly into her eyes.

"That would be nice," she cooed.

She was nineteen but looked much younger right then. He felt his years melting away, as though he were a vigorous youth again. "So! Where do we begin?" he asked.

"You hungry?" she asked. "I can make something to eat. What do you like?" she asked with eagerness.

He was over the shock, coming to terms with it all, but he didn't think it the right time to say he wanted to eat her pussy. "Let's get together in the kitchen and see what there is," he told her.

The awkwardness evaporated as the two friends orchestrated a late breakfast. They had settled things between them and were pleased he had agreed to their idea. He sat there watching them.

Two beautiful young blondes were cooking breakfast for him. He didn't usually have a dessert after breakfast, but their giggles and the looks they gave him warned him to eat a hearty meal. He reckoned he would need all the strength he could muster today.