Those Who Wait

It was my turn to enjoy life. I had spent my adult years playing by the rules, working long hours, and paying the bills. I had done it all with no help from an entitled wife who made no effort to meet my needs, sexually or emotionally. Finally, after 25 years of enduring a lifeless relationship, I had been liberated. I was poised for adventure, and I was determined to begin living my life to its fullest potential. I had not, however, counted on the court awarding the ex-wife nearly everything that I had built.

I naively expected that I would have no problem finding female companionship. Physically, I was in reasonably good shape, 6'5" and 235 with a touch of gray mixed into my light brown hair. But more importantly, I had a proven track record in the local business world. I was a good dad and a respected professional, and l expected those qualities to benefit my search. But I soon learned that a man over fifty is in low demand if he has no money to spend. And online dating seemed, for me, a practice in shallow, split-second decision-making for which I was poorly suited.

My few dating opportunities had been less than productive. They could better be described as interrogations. "Why did you get divorced?" "What are you looking for?" All sparks fizzled quickly. My last date had ended abruptly when an overly-suspicious forty-something divorcée asked me if I was "just looking for a good time."

I shrugged and said, "Well, I certainly wasn't looking for a bad time."

She walked out.

I told myself that I was finished with women. After only a week, though, my high sex drive and empty social calendar convinced me to keep trying. So I spent an evening swiping faces on my phone screen and connected with Jenna, a 35-year-old nurse. She appeared to be reasonably attractive. With low expectations, I asked Jenna to meet. She accepted, and we scheduled a low-key weeknight date for pizza and beer. Anything, I reasoned, is better than spending another summer evening alone at home.

Jenna greeted me in the restaurant parking lot -- all five feet three inches of her, well below my shoulder level. Her skin glowed with a brown tone from her Caribbean ancestry, contrasting with my white complexion.

Jenna reminded me of the reasons that I am often drawn toward younger women. She didn't make the evening uncomfortable with hard questions, and I detected no hint of cynicism. Instead, she simply enjoyed the moment. As the evening wore on, I began to detect a twinkle in her dark brown eyes. Maybe, I thought, there was a mutual attraction. After dinner, I walked Jenna to her car and ended the evening with a long kiss.

I returned home to find a text message from Jenna. I unlocked my phone expecting the usual message: "You seem like a nice guy, but ..."

But her message brought a pleasant surprise:

Jenna: I was hoping for more kisses.

***

That evening, we agreed to another casual dinner, this time at a Mexican restaurant.

Five days later, I picked up Jenna at her home. She was dressed casually in jeans and a pull-over shirt, but the gleam in her eyes had brightened. We shared casual conversation during the ten-minute drive. I selected a space in the restaurant parking lot and reached for the door latch. But before my left hand reached the door, Jenna grabbed my right wrist.

"Wait!" She said. "I want those kisses first." She leaned in for a long kiss, her tongue moist and hot in my mouth. We made out for a good ten minutes as she slid her hands over my hair and neck. I kept my hands to her waist and throat, kissing passionately while cautiously trying to not go too far. Before pulling away, she placed her lips against my ear and whispered: "I'll save more for later."

After a spicy dinner, a bit of spicy conversation, and a couple of margaritas, we returned to the car.

"Where would you like to go next?" I asked.

"I have a suggestion,"Jenna replied. "I have a six-pack of beer in my fridge. Let's go hang out at my place."

With a full belly and a growing sense of anticipation, off we went.

Twenty minutes later, I lounged on Jenna's sectional sofa and watched Jenna walk toward me, clutching a beer in each hand. But she walked past me, set both bottles on the coffee table, leaned over for another kiss, and straddled me. I responded by pushing my hand into her back and pulling her tightly against my chest. This time, as her tongue entered my mouth, my hand instinctively slid beneath her shirt.

"I think we are wearing too many clothes," she said. Jenna pulled her shirt over her head. She was wearing no bra, nor did she need to. Her small breasts were capped by erect brown nipples. She reached for my belt buckle and stared into my eyes as she peeled away my jeans and boxer briefs. She took my hardened cock into her fist and ran her warm tongue from bottom to top.

Jenna took the head into her mouth and slowly lowered her head until my shaft was down her throat. She slowly bobbed up and down, watching me savor the warmth of her mouth and tongue. She kissed the tip with her thick lips. "I want you to fuck me," she said.

Jenna slid out of her pants and laid in front of me. She spread her legs, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy. She slid her finger over her clit and pulled me on top of her. The head of my dick, now engorged and fully ready for action, sank deeply inside her. "Oh fuck yes," she said. "I have been wanting this all week. Give it to me." I obligingly picked up the rhythm, now rising above her and pushing inside to full depth.

As the pace quickened, Jenna raised to her knees and turned around. "I want it from behind," she said, as she offered her ass. I positioned my cock beneath her and pushed up into her pussy. I felt her pussy walls tighten as I pushed deeper for maximum effect. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against me, thrusting hard and fast inside her.

Jenna grasped the back of the sofa. "Oh yeah," she screamed. "Just like that. Give me that fucking cock! Give me all of it!"

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head into the back of the sofa.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed. "I'm coming!" I felt a flood of her hot fluids against my pulsing cock. Though she was outwardly quiet and reserved, she was now screaming loudly enough to be heard outdoors. I pushed harder and faster until I felt myself release a massive load of cum deep inside her.

Jenna turned and laughed. "I didn't know if a man your age could keep up. I'm impressed!"

"I'm equally impressed," I replied. "I didn't know if a little girl like you would know how to handle it."

***

As summer gave way to autumn and then winter, the weather cooled but the sex became hotter. We spent more time indoors, sharing our fantasies and dreaming up new ones. I found that Jenna launched into sexual hyper-drive every time I mentioned the thought of her having sex with another woman. I could see a weakening in her eyes when I spoke of another woman's tongue on her body. I soon began describing girl-girl fantasies while we fucked passionately. And the more vividly I described the scene, the more intense were Jenna's orgasms.

The holiday season inspired further exploration of our playful urges. While attending a Christmas party at a friend's home, we slipped to the corner, where we spoke in hushed tones about wild sex under the Christmas tree, and which of the female guests we would choose to join us. Jenna decided that she would most want to be joined by the hostess' sister Christine, a voluptuous red-head in a tight Christmas sweater. Afterward, we returned to Jenna's home, where we had some of our best sex while we spoke of Jenna's mouth exploring Christine's tits. Jenna reached her powerful climax while describing cumming inside Christine's mouth. I hoped to one day make our threesome fantasy a reality, and Jenna's growing enthusiasm gave me reason for optimism.

As the year drew to a close, I could sense a growing sexual desire within Jenna. We celebrated New Year's Eve with dinner at a trendy sushi restaurant. Jenna fumbled her chopsticks and seemed nervous -- almost jittery. Something was obviously on her mind. After her third drink, Jenna showed me her nervous smile. "So" she said. "I have something that I really want to do next year."

I placed my right elbow on the dinner table and rested my chin on my palm, inviting her to continue. "Tell me all about it."

"Well," she hesitated. "I really want -- " She laughed nervously. "It's embarrassing." She hesitated again, and then stared directly into my eyes. "Okay, I'll just say it. I want to have sex with a woman."

"Are you asking for my permission?" I asked.

"I guess I am," she answered.

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"No, that's the problem. I don't think I could approach another woman."

"Let's explore this a bit further!" I teased.

Jenna responded with an exaggerated eye roll."What have I gotten started? I know how you are!"

"Look around the room," I said. "Who is the hottest woman here?" Catching my gaffe, I added " ... other than you, of course."

"Nice save," Jenna replied. "Since you said the magic words, I'll play along."

She scanned the room with her eyes.

"Okay," she said. "Behind you, to your left, back of the room. In the black dress."

I casually turned and spotted a shapely, dark-haired beauty wearing a low-cut dress. She appeared to be in her mid 20s, probably a graduate student. She was sharing dinner with two of her friends.

I grinned playfully across the table. "Do you want to run your tongue over her nipples?"

She smiled. "Yes. I do."

"Do you want to lick her pussy?"

"I don't know!" She said shyly.

"Do you want her to finger fuck her while she licks your clit?"

"Mmm-hmmm. Now THAT I would do." Jenna's eyes turned steamy. I knew that look.

"Imagine how wet you will make her when you slide your fingers inside her pussy," I said. "Are you turned on?"

"Oh fuck yes."

It was time to take the next step. "Next," I dared, "I want you to make eye contact."

"Okay," she agreed. Her eyes glanced nervously across the room, then to me, and then behind me. She held her gaze.

After a few more sips of her drink, Jenna laughed. "Oh my gosh," she said with a grin. "She caught me looking at her."

Jenna crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. She held her wine glass to her lips, casually looking above my shoulder. Then, much to my surprise, she did it. Jenna flashed her sexiest smile while staring straight at the beautiful co-ed.

"I must say that I am impressed!" I said.

"And I," Jenna replied, "cannot believe that I just did that."

"So what was going on behind my back, you Jezebel?" I teased.

"She was standing to leave and she saw me looking. She smiled back. Then she walked out."

"That is nothing less than tragic," I said.

"I didn't tell you everything," Jenna said. "As she was walking out the door, she turned and smiled again."

Jenna reached for her coat and stood beside the table. She leaned to my ear and whispered: "I think I'm becoming a naughty girl!"

"In response to your question," I answered, "I want you to fully explore anything that makes you happy. Do you want to include me in the fun?"

"Thank you for understanding," she said. "I think this next year will be interesting! And I'm not sure yet about whether you get to help. We shall see!"

She smiled boldly through the window at the college beauty, who was now passing on the sidewalk."I might just replace you," she teased. "Out with the old and in with the new!"

*****

The excitement of the holiday season soon receded, leaving only short days and cold weather. To help liven the winter doldrums, Jenna and I made plans to visit her favorite night club, Glitter. It was the kind of place I would never have chosen. Glitter played loud dance music for throngs of beautiful people. The club was known for its late-night crowd, so we stopped in just before 8:00 in the evening to share cocktails before the DJ turned up the music volume.

We entered through the front door and, finding the bar to be mostly empty, pulled up two seats. A young blonde bartender stood on a small stool behind the bar, stocking tequila bottles on the top shelf. Her arms stretched far above her head, providing a view of her shapely ass inside her tight blue jeans. She wore Ugg boots and a fuzzy white sweater that hugged her trim body.

"I'll be right with you," she said, glancing over her shoulder.

The bartender stepped down from her stool. She appeared to be around 5 feet 8 inches with stunning blue eyes. She stepped from the stool, deposited two napkins on the bar top, and asked, while looking at Jenna, "What can I get you?"

Jenna and I decided on martinis. I ordered a dry gin, and Jenna opted for a limoncello. The lovely bartender retrieved two martini glasses and expertly crafted our cocktails. But before I could reach for my wallet, Jenna intervened.

"I'm buying the drinks tonight,"Jenna announced, handing her debit card to the bartender. When she took Jenna's debit card, the bartender's eyes widened. "Oh my God! You have the same last name as my friend Robert! You are the only other person I have ever had that last name! Are you related to Robert?"

Jenna leaned in. "I don't think so. Who is he?"

The bartender reached for her cell phone. "My name's Annette," she said. "Let me show you Robert's Facebook profile."

Jenna and Annette huddled over the bar and, within two minutes, had become Facebook friends and exchanged phone numbers. And they determine that Jenna and Robert were, indeed, distant cousins.

"That's such a coincidence!" Annette beamed. "I'm really glad that you came in tonight!"

Annette waved to me. "Hi, Jenna's friend. I'm Annette. And what is your name?"

I waved back. "Hello Annette. I'm Dan."

"Why are all the tall men taken?" Annette asked, and glided to the other end of the bar to tend to another customer.

Jenna returned to her seat and sipped her drink. "This drink is amazing!" she said. "But I'm tired. I have to work early tomorrow, so let's finish these drinks and head home."

*****

During the return drive, Jenna seemed relaxed and happy. The limoncello martini was working its magic. I welcomed this opportunity to gently tease her about the evening's events.

"Annette seemed to like you, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"She read your name on your debit card and had your contact information within five minutes of meeting you."

"She was just being nice," Jenna rationalized.

"Do you think she's pretty?" I asked.

"She's fucking gorgeous!" Jenna squealed.

"If you're so certain that she's just being friendly, you should send her a friendly message to see if she sends a friendly response."

"Oh, you're funny," Jenna sarcastically replied. "That's very true, I could. But she's working. She probably won't see it until late tonight." She put her phone into her purse, hesitated, and then removed her phone.

"Okay. Here goes." She held up her phone screen to show me her message.

Jenna: Thank you for adding me! The drink was amazing!

Jenna tapped "Send" as I pulled into her

driveway. We walked to her front door and I hugged her from behind. "I can't believe I messaged her!" she said.

As she unlocked the door, her phone buzzed.

Jenna held up her phone:

Annette: I'm just awesome like that!

So happy you enjoyed it!

You should have stayed for more.

We entered the living room and Jenna cuddled into my lap. "Well", she said, "You got me into this conversation. So let's keep it going!"

She typed a reply.

Jenna: You really ARE awesome!

I work early tomorrow.

Next time I'll be ready to hit the dance floor!

I slid my hands over Jenna's body and felt her nipples jutting through the fabric of her shirt. I knew that look. She was aroused.

The phone buzzed.

Annette: I'll join you if you'll let me!

I felt Jenna's heart rate accelerate. I could see the pulsing vein under the olive skin of her throat. "See, she's so nice!" Jemma beamed as she typed her reply.

Jenna: I would love that! I'll need one of those strong drinks to loosen up before I show my best moves.

I continued caressing Jenna's body as she lay against me. I felt her hardened nipple and explored her body with both hands. After what seemed like only a few moments, her phone again buzzed.

Annette: Then I'll fix two. :)

"Oh my God!," Jenna said shyly. "She just sent me a wink. Is she flirting with me?" I felt Jenna's heartbeat quicken as I caressed her chest.

Jenna paused for a full minute and began typing:

Jenna: That sounds tasty!

We watched and waited, but no reply came. After five or more minutes, Jenna asked "Do you think I scared her?" Then the phone buzzed.

Anette: Sorry, the drunk guy at the bar wanted beer. I know how to make your taste buds tingle! I've got skills.

Jenna bit her lip. She laughed and shook her head in disbelief. I pinched her right nipple, which was now jutting through the space between my fore and middle fingers. "Go on," I said."I can tell you want to."

Jenna quickly began typing.

Jenna: And on the dance floor?

The response came quickly:

Annette: Considerable skills with the right dance partner! What's your skill?

Jenna laughed, showed me the message and typed:

Jenna: Shaking my ass!

Jenna closed her eyes as if imagining herself dancing to the beat. She laid still with her eyes closed until her phone buzzed.

Annette: I can't wait to see!

Jenna, no longer hesitant, quickly replied:

Jenna: We'll put on a show! ;)

Jenna looked at me proudly. "See? I returned her wink!" She stuck her tongue out at me playfully and tapped "Send".

After five minutes with no reply, Jenna said "I think I may have scared her!" On cue, her phone buzzed:

Annette: Prove it! I work Friday. Come see me. Sorry getting busy here. See ya then!"

Jenna pressed the button on the side of her phone. As the screen darkened, she turned to face me and slid her tongue inside my mouth.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "I don't want gentle love-making. I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard!" Jenna gasped as I slid a finger deep inside her. "Hard and deep! Oh yes!"

I bent Jenna over the sofa and entered her from behind, feeling all of my eight-inch cock inside her. She grabbed the sofa and pushed back into me. I had never felt her more wet.

"Tell me what you are thinking about," I said.

I am thinking -- ahhhh -- that feels good -- about your fucking cock buried inside me while I suck Annette's tits."

"Stick your finger inside her tight pussy." I said as she bucked against my throbbing cock. "Do you want to finger her pussy?"

"Yes. I want to feel how fucking wet she is for me."

"Lick her pussy while I fuck you." I said.

"Oh God yes. I want to run my tongue all over her pussy. Fuck me! FUCK ME!" She screamed, as her body convulsed in an explosive orgasm.

My cock jerked and thrust deep inside Jenna. I felt my hot, wet load empty deep within her as she leaned forward, arms now extended over the back of the couch. As the last bit of my cum dripped inside Jenna, she turned toward me. Her eyes were smoky with passion, her hair now tasseled and her clothing askew. "I don't know what has gotten into me," she said, "but I like being a naughty little slut."

That night, I stayed over with Jenna. The next morning, over coffee, we made plans for a Friday night out. This would be our evening to stay out late and blow off some steam. And, I hoped, we might return to visit Annette.

*****

When Friday evening arrived, Jenna answered her front door wearing a low-cut dress that flowed to mid-thigh. It. She was braless, and her glowing skin and wide smile told me that she was feeling free. "You look amazing!" I told her. "Are you ready to have some fun?"

"You know me", she said. "I am always ready for fun!"

For dinner, we agreed on Italian food. After emptying two plates of pasta and a bottle of Chianti, we were feeling the wine and were re-energized.

"What would you like to do next?" she asked.

"I believe you deserve the city's finest limoncello martini."

Jenna snapped forward and her eyes lit up. "That sounds fucking amazing!" Alcohol always made her less inhibited, and the falling f- bombs were usually the first warning signal.

"Then let me lead you to your just reward!" I said, taking her arm as we strolled down the dark, cold sidewalk toward Glitter.

When we neared the club, the reverberations from the bass rattled storefront windows. The club was already rocking! The bouncer took one look and motioned us inside before turning to check the ID of the college students behind us. I shrugged at Jenna, laughed, and passed.

The dance floor was writhing, and all tables were full. I looked toward the bar and noticed two empty seats at the end. And there behind the bar, carrying two beers, was Annette.

She wore tight black leggings with a glittery black and silver top that hugged her tight body. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. As we approached, her eyes widened. "Hello, you two!" I saw her mouth over the music. She delivered the beers to the other end of the bar and ran to Jenna for a hug. I saw her speak something into Jenna's ear before retreating behind the bar.

I took the end seat, and Jenna pulled up her seat. "She just told me I look gorgeous." Jenna was beaming.

Moments later, Annette appeared with a dry gin martini and a limoncello martini. "You are the best!" I yelled over the beat of the music.

"I try!" she said, and disappeared with a wink.

Jenna's hand rested on my lap, rubbing my upper thigh through my jeans as she sipped her drink. She was definitely feeling the alcohol. And maybe something else. I covered her smaller hand with mine, enabling her fingers to inch forward. Her fingertip lightly brushed against the tip of my cock, allowing her to feel my arousal through my jeans.

"I want some of that later," Jenna said, staring suggestively into my eyes while giving my lap a quick rub.

We laughed and people-watched until our drinks were gone, and Annette once more appeared. Leaning forward to yell above the music, she said "You'll like these!" She produced two limoncello shots, which we downed quickly. Two songs later, Jenna was dancing in her seat, bouncing to the music.

Jenna and I took a turn on the dance floor, bumping and laughing and enjoying the noise and the people and the energy. At one point, I pinched Jenna's nipple through her dress and rolled it between my fingers, earning her "I can't believe you did that" look. Mission accomplished.

We left the dance floor and were walking toward our seats when I felt Jenna's right arm pull away. Annette had her left arm and was pulling Jenna back to the dance floor. "I keep my promises!" she yelled.

I took my seat at the bar, watching Jenna and Annette glide together with the beat. Annette turned around and pressed her ass against Jenna's crotch, playfully wiggling as she arched her back. After Annette teased Jenna for a minute or so, Jenna's arm wrapped around Annette's waist, pulling her closer. Jenna's lips were against the nape of Annette's neck, and Jenna was talking. Annette nodded and both looked at me, making exaggeratedly seductive expressions while gyrating their bodies. They obviously were teasing me. Both laughed, waved to me playfully, and turned their attention to the music.

By the second song, Jenna and Annette seemed more comfortable. Their bodies moved together, the laughter now replaced by something else. Annette thrust her leg between Jenna's legs and pulled her closer. Jenna bounced with the beat, staring into Annette's eyes while her crotch pressed against Annette's thigh. Jenna looked toward me, as if making sure I was comfortable with what was happening. I smiled and raised my glass to signify my approval.

Jenna allowed Annette's leg to ride against her crotch, and began rhythmically thrusting forward against Annette's leg. Annette grabbed Jenna's ass with both hands, dragging her up Annette's leg with each thrust for added effect. Jenna and Annette both looked toward me, but there was no smirk. Jenna was rubbing her body against Anna, while Annette squeezed Jenna's ass. Jenna's crotch sensually slid up and down Annette's leg. Jenna was getting off on the dance floor, and by this point, she didn't care who was watching.

Jenna, continuing to grind against Annette's thigh, placed her hand behind Annette's neck and pulled her down for a kiss. Annette did not flinch. She met Jenna's kiss with closed eyes and a hand clutching Jenna's throat. Their mouths opened and Annette opened her eyes, making eye contact with me as she encircled Jenna's tongue with her own. Her eyes were blue and deep, and even from across the room, they pulled me in like magnets. Annette and Jenna made out for at least thirty seconds while swaying to the beat. And Annette and I never broke eye contact.

When the second song ended, Annette resumed her position behind the bar, her face radiant. The owner was standing at the other end of the bar, proudly watching the dance floor. Annette's playful activities could not be bad for business.

Jenna bounced back to her barstool.

"Did you have fun?" I asked.

Jenna took a deep breath. "That was unexpected! In fact, I'm totally fucking turned on."

Annette leaned over the bar. "Hey you two! My shift ends at 12." She looked at Jenna. "Text me," she yelled as she reached for the beer tap.

I looked at my watch. It was only 10:15. Jenna grabbed my hand. "Let's go home and play."

****

A cold drizzle sprinkled my windshield as Jenna and I drove through the darkness. The blended city lights on the downtown streets were reminiscent of the holiday season, but the streets were mostly empty. With no traffic, we could make it to Jenna's driveway within fifteen minutes. Jenna spent that time preoccupied with something that she was reading on her phone. I saw her type a message and watch for a reply. I pulled into the driveway and opened the car door for Jenna.

"Let's get these clothes off," I said. "What do you want me to do to you first?"

Jenna unlocked the door and glanced over her shoulder flirtatiously. "Nothing yet, Hot Stuff. I've been texting with Annette and she's coming over after work. We need to behave and take care of our guest."

*****

Half an hour later, Jenna descended the stairs, her olive skin gleaming from a hot shower. She wore a thin cotton robe over an even thinner white sleepshirt and pink panties. The robe did not cover her small brown nipples, which were fully visible through the fabric of the shirt.

Jenna stretched her arms over head and arched her back. "That hot water felt so good!"

I hugged her from behind and took her small breasts in my hands. Both nipples immediately responded to my touch, peeking through her thin white shirt. I kissed her right shoulder. Jenna moaned her approval.

As my kisses reached the front of her throat, the doorbell rang. "Alright, save that for later," she said.

She opened the door and Annette smiled through the glass storm door. "I got away a little early!" she said. Jenna opens the screen door and Annette hugged her, then me.

"I am so glad to be off!" Annette sighed. "Thank you so much for having me over."

Annette sat diagonally across the sectional sofa. The ponytail was gone. Her long blonde hair now swept freely over her shoulders. "It is so nice to be around sober people!" she said.

"Hey, what's wrong with drunk people?" Jenna asked, exiting the kitchen with three beers.

We learned that Annette was 28 years old and enrolled full-time at the local university's business college. She had grown up in Florida, where she worked in the hospitality industry after high school. It was not until she reached her mid-20s that she became serious about a career change.

"My father always told me that good things come to those who wait!" Annette explained. "And I believe that to be true."

Annette explained that she had been awarded a scholarship to attend the local university, and arrived in town in August for what she calls "her adventure of self-exploration." She was still experiencing a gradual metamorphosis from a shy teenager to an adult with a head full of hopes and dreams. She also worked part-time at the bar, which provided good tips and excellent people-watching.

The conversation then turned to the events of Wednesday night.

"Jenna really intrigued me, because she looks so exotic and unpretentious at the same time. And there she was with you -- tall, handsome, and mature. I see a lot of that, but it's usually more of a sugar daddy type thing. When Jenna offered to pay for the drinks, I knew you two were different."

Jenna spoke first. "I am so glad that you noticed me. And you're right. Dan is pretty ordinary. But I'm exotic," she said with a teasing grin.

"Annette," I added, "don't ever lose sight of your own accomplishments. It takes a great deal of bravery to start over in a new town at 28. You should be proud of yourself. Hell, I just met you and I'm already proud of you."

Annette blushed a little, revealing a vulnerability that I had not yet seen. "Thank you," she said.

I stared into Annette's eyes. "You are a good girl."

Annette's blush disappeared. She stared into my eyes suggestively. "Sometimes," she replied. "But not always."

"I think I'm ready for another drink," Jenna declared. She took Annette by her hand and led the way to the kitchen. Good fortune provided me with a full view of the unfolding situation in the next room. I saw Jenna pillage through the refrigerator and produce two bottles of beer. Jenna then placed her arms behind her back and pushed both palms onto the counter. She pushed herself into a seated position atop the kitchen island, where she sat facing the taller Annette at eye level. Jenna leaned to reach the bottle opener across the counter, allowing her loosely-tied robe to fall open. From the living room, I could plainly see her dark nipples through her thin white shirt.

Annette rested her right hand on Jenna's bare thigh as they made small talk about their beer preferences. Jenna's left hand landed on top of Annette's. Their interlocked fingers caressed up and down Jenna's inner thigh.

"I love the way your skin glows," Annette said. Her eyes scanned Jenna's body. She placed her hand on Jenna's side and allowed her hand to slowly stroke up and down. From my vantage point, I couldn't see whether her thumb was touching Jenna's nipple, but Jenna reacted with a look of shock and excitement.

Jenna did not pull away. Instead, she quickly recovered. She looked teasingly into Annette's eyes. "That's making my nipples hard!" she said.

"They really are. I can see," Annette said, moving her hand to Jenna's left nipple. I could now see Annette's fingers caressing Jenna's nipple.

"That's so fucking hot," Jenna said. This time, it was Annette who went in for the kiss. She wrapped her right arm around Jenna's neck and pulled herself closer. Their kiss was slow, deep and passionate. Their lips parted and the tips of their tongues met, swirling together softly. Jenna broke the kiss, looked toward the living room, and motioned for me to come closer. Their kisses resumed as I moved to the kitchen.

I stepped behind Annette. The two friends were now passionately making out as Annette continued to pinch Jenna's hardened nipple. Jenna's legs were spread open enough on the counter for me to notice the wet spot in the center of her panties. Annette was leaning into the counter positioned between Jenna's legs. I moved my hand over Annette's left hip, finding Jenna's bare leg. I slid my hand upward, feeling her heat. It was now my turn to insert an index finger behind the hem of Jenna's panties. I had never felt her this wet. Her entire body swayed with each movement of my finger while she and Annette kissed with increased fervor.

I shoved my finger inside of Jenna, fucking her deeper and faster with my finger as her moans became louder and more consistent. I removed my finger from Jenna's mouth and offered it to Annette, who wrapped her mouth around my finger and sucked Jenna's juices. "Mmmm," Annette said. "Dan, taste how good her pussy is." Annette kissed me, sliding her tongue inside my mouth until I sucked all of Jenna's juices from Annette's tongue.

"I want you to show me how you fuck her," Annette gasped. I did not wait to be asked a second time. I unbuttoned my jeans and freed my hardened, erect cock. I dropped my pants to the floor and pulled Jenna's panties to the side.

Jenna spread her legs wide as she lay on the countertop. "Fuck that pussy," Jenna said. "Fuck me hard and deep!"

Annette moved behind Jenna, pulling Jenna's legs toward her head, stretching Jenna's pussy tighter as I pushed myself inside. It felt her pussy lips tickle the head of my cock as I slid inside. Within moments, the walls of her pussy were tightly surrounding my cock.

Jenna used her free hands to remove Annette's shirt and bra. Annette's ample breasts were capped by puffy pink nipples, which were soon attacked by Jenna's eager tongue. Annette arched forward, offering her tits to Jenna's mouth while watching my cock plunging in and out of Jenna.

"Oh yeah, take that cock deep, Jenna. That turns me on," she said. "I like watching his big hard cock inside your wet pussy."

Jenna looked up from the counter-top into Annette's blue eyes. "It feels so good! Do you like my mouth on your big beautiful tits?"

"Oh God yes!" Annette replied.

Jenna pulled her own shirt above her tits and began pinching her nipples. She looked at Annette and said "I want to feel your tongue on these."

Annette released her grip on Jenna's legs and untied Jenna's robe. I pulled out to allow Jenna to sit upright while Annette removed Jenna's robe and sleep shirt. Jenna again lay back onto the counter, and raised her hips as I removed her panties. My girlfriend now lay on her back, entirely naked, on the kitchen counter as Annette prepared for her feast.

Annette lowered her mouth to Jenna's inviting body. She flicked each erect nipple with her tongue before deciding to focus on the right side. She wrapped her tongue around the nipple and sucked. The slurping noises were accentuated by the sound of Jenna stroking my cock, slippery from the pre-cum that now oozed from the tip. Jenna rolled to her right side and wrapped her lips around it.

Her warm tongue swirled inside her mouth around the head of my cock. She grabbed the shaft with her fist and her head bobbed up and down, just the way she knew I liked it.

Annette moved to my side, where she continued licking Jenna's tits. Jenna's head bobbed back and forth on my throbbing cock. Her mouth was warm and moist, and the throbbing in my cock was building. Annette was leaned over the counter kissing up and down Jenna's body while I rubbed Annette's perfectly round ass through her leggings.

Jenna watched me squeeze Annette's ass and observed that Annette was now the only one clothed, as I had since stepped out of my pants and removed my shirt. "That's not quite fair," she joked. "Let's get you out of those clothes and move upstairs where I don't have a bottle opener under me!" Jenna swung her legs over the counter and sat up, holding the bottle opener in her hand like a trophy.

The moment of levity allowed all three of us to re-group, finish undressing Annette, and walk upstairs hand-in-hand with waitful anticipation. And luckily for me, it allowed me to contain the rapidly- building orgasm a bit longer.

*****

Jenna entered the bedroom and hopped onto the king- sized bed. She rolled to her back and spread her legs wide. She ran her finger up and down over her slit. Staring directly at Annette, she asked "So who wants to lick my pussy?"

Annette crawled onto the bed. "I've never done this before."

Jenna once again surprised me. "But you want to, don't you? You want to lick my pussy like a little slut."

Annette kissed Jenna's ankle and slid her tongue up the calf to the knee. "Yes. Remember? I'm on a journey ... " She kissed Jenna's knee "... of self- exploration."

Annette licked up Jenna's inner thigh. Her mouth was now within an inch of Jenna's shaved pussy.

"I knew as soon as I saw you. I want to lick your sweet pussy."

Jenna grabbed Annette's hair. "Lick it for me."

Annette kissed Jenna's clit and extended her tongue into Jenna's slit. She looked up at Jenna. "Is that good?" she asked.

"Yes, keep going."

Annette licked slowly around the clit and slid her middle finger inside Jenna's pussy. She took her time, slowly sliding her finger to the last knuckle. Her tongue continued to lap slowly at Jenna's clit, periodically stopping to surround it with her beautiful red lips and suck Jenna's slippery wet pussy.

"That's it," Jenna whispered. Then, louder, she added "I want you to lick my clit while you do it."

Annette slid her finger in and out, taking time to firmly press her tongue against Jenna's swollen clit before twisting the finger to tickle Jenna's G-spot.

Jenna writhed with pleasure. "Your tongue feels amazing."

Annette looked up at Jenna. "Do you mind if your boyfriend fucks me?"

"Not if I get to watch," Jenna answered.

Annette looked behind her. "Dan, I want you to fuck me hard and deep while this dirty little slut eats out your girlfriend."

I flipped Annette onto her back and splayed her legs apart. Her pussy was shaved and wet, inviting me to have my way with her. I slid my dick up and down her slit, letting the engorged tip separate her outer lips.

Jenna was not finished. She straddled Annette's face and lowered her pussy onto Annette's mouth. "Oh yeah. Lick that pussy for me! Oh yeah! EAT MY PUSSY!"

The sights and sounds of my girlfriend straddling our beautiful young bartender's mouth seemed to make my dick even harder than before. I entered Annette and felt her tight pussy surrounding my cock. "Do you like that?" I asked.

"Mmmph -- yes." Annette replied.

I looked toward the headboard and saw Jenna's eyes rolling upward. She was absolutely enraptured in the moment. "Oh fuck! Right there! Lick my fucking clit! Oh yeah! OH FUCK! OH FUUUCK!"

Jenna squirmed almost violently as her pussy exploded inside Annette's mouth. I expected Jenna to lie back in satisfaction, but was surprised by quite the opposite response. Jenna lunged forward and turned to face Annette. She wrapped her hand around Annette's throat and said "I want you to cum all over my boyfriend's dick. Are you ready?"

"Almost," she replied.

Jenna grabbed Annette's hair with her right hand while clutching the throat with her left. As the pace of my fucking quickened, Jenna shoved her tongue into Annette's mouth. I could feel the pressure building and pumped harder toward a powerful orgasm.

"Mmmmmppphhhh," Annette grunted and took a gasp of air. "Oh fuck yes!" Her body tensed and she locked lips with Jenna. At that moment, I felt Annette convulse with an orgasmic explosion deep within her pussy. I continued to penetrate her hard and deep as she and Jenna remained lip-locked.

I could feel my own orgasm nearing, so I removed my cock and straddled Annette's waist. She and Jenna watched me furiously stroking my throbbing cock. The throbbing became faster and more powerful until my jerking dick splattered a large dollop of thick cum onto Jenna's tits. I felt another surge, more powerful than the first. A stream of cum splattered onto Annette's face and dripped from her cheekbones onto her lips. Jenna opened her mouth and leaned in to accept her share of the bounty. I emitted an involuntary moan of pleasure as I creamed their faces, and Annette's tits.

Jenna, continuing her newly-discovered boldness, used her middle three fingers to scoop my thick cum from Annette's breast. She offered all three fingers to Annette, who responded by wrapping her lips around Jenna's fingers and sucking away the cum. The process continued until Annette's tits were mostly cleaned. Jenna then finished the job by slowly kissing down Annette's throat and lapping up the last drops, taking extra time to suck and nibble the pink puffy nipples.

*****

EPILOGUE

After our evening together, Jenna and Annette remained good friends. Jenna was uncharacteristically vague every time Annette's name was mentioned. I may never know the details of their later interactions, but they gave birth to many fantasies. I am grateful for the experience, and that I was able to share it with them.

Six months later, Jenna accepted a new job on the West Coast. This was her chance to spread her wings and continue her own self-exploration. Before she left, we visited Annette at the bar and shared martinis one last time.

As for Annette, I recently saw her photograph in the Business section of the local newspaper. She has been promoted to Regional Vice President of a large bank, and is married to a successful real estate developer from a prominent local family.

I suppose Annette's father was right. Good things come to those who wait.