Lisa and Mr. & Mrs. Jones

Mr. and Mrs. Jones,

We Got a Thing Going On

By

Jennifer Smith-Jones

Author's note: The inspiration for this story came from a discussion in Author's Hangout, where I mentioned how young women in our neighborhood love to flirt with my 68-year old husband. Granted, he is still smoking hot! His hair is pure white, and he still has all the muscle he had when he was a fireman. Even so, I am sometimes shocked by how they go after him!

As I described it, I realized that my jealousy aside, this might make a good story premise. So... I hope you like it!

You may have heard the classic hit song, "Mrs. Jones?" Well, in my case, it's Mr. & Mrs. Jones. Carl Jones and his wife, Loretta Jones. He's 55 years old, she's 53, and I've had the biggest crush on both of them since I was 18. Now, at the much more mature age of 19, anticipating going off to college in 2-4 months, I decided: I wanted to give them my virginity.

What? Oh, yes. I am bisexual. Honestly, I think almost all women are, if given the chance and opportunity, and their society doesn't condemn them for it. Heck, these days in the USA, a woman being bi or lesbian doesn't even raise people's eyebrows anymore. It's almost expected that a girl will try having sex with another girl at least once in her life.

My name is Lisa Allen. I look like the classic Barbie Doll: White (though with a nice light tan), long, wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes. I stand 5'-7" tall. Curves all in the right places and proportions, and topped off with a lovely set of B-cup boobs. Yes, I was thankful every day for the genes my parents gave me. I mean, I did wish my breasts were bigger. I wanted a set of 42D's. But I was happy with what I had, and they were perfect. As a little girl, I was perfectly pretty.

But then I hit my awkward years. Or, I should say, my awkward years hit me hard! No curves, braces, long gangling arms and legs that I couldn't seem to figure out any way of getting them properly organized--you know how it goes. But that taught me a lot of humility about my looks! When I matured out of my awkward phase, I was beautiful again. And this time, I was thankful for it and not so stuck up.

I was 18 when I graduated high school, and then I took a year off before college. I told my parents I wanted to work and save some money for a year. But the real reason was Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I got a job working in their hardware store and was happy just to be around them. I might extend my college wait to two years. The happiest time of my day was when I got to work and gave them my usual greeting: a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We always had lunch together, too. They always bought my lunch. The saddest part of my day was when it was quitting time, and I had to go home. It would be 16 hours before I got to see them again!

If you're wondering, "So, okay, why not just let them know how you feel and what you want, see if they'd be into sharing their bed with you, and go for it?"

Because the Joneses are my parents' best friends, and very dear friends of mine. Growing up, all those things I couldn't talk to my parents about? I went straight to Loretta. I didn't know if she was even remotely bisexual, and I couldn't risk messing up their friendship with my parents and me! And I certainly couldn't risk messing up their marriage! Also, they're from a different era, when bisexuality or plain 'ol lesbianism were not ok for girls to engage in, or even talk about or think about. So I didn't know how they'd react, and the very last relationship I would ever want to destroy was my relationship with them.

I imagine some of you wonder, "Why such an old couple for your first time?" You wouldn't ask if you had ever met them. They're gorgeous! Carl is 5'-10" tall. His shoulders are nearly as broad as he is tall, and he's got muscles on his muscles. His hair has gone completely white, and it's gorgeous! His hands are big and strong, but his touch is always gentle!

Loretta? Oh, good Heavens! Imagine Brandi Love's figure, fitness, and looks. But she's a brunette. Or she was! Her hair has several long streaks of platinum, and it's even more lovely! Add a smattering of freckles on her face and chest, light brown eyes, and... golly! I had to fight to keep my hands off her and her husband!

I was stuck. I wanted to make love with them so badly! I wanted to give them my virginity. But I didn't even know how to approach the subject to see if they would be interested. In a few more months, I will have finished my "year before college." I'd either have to go, which my parents wanted, or I'd have to tell them I was taking another year off, which they did not want to hear. At all!

So... fantasy and masturbation were my two best friends in the evening, in my bed.

But then, everything changed...

***

Mom and Dad were hosting a pool party at our house. The entire neighborhood was invited, and the backyard was packed with swim trunks, bikinis, and suntan lotion. Add in the aroma of the BBQ Dad was grilling, a liberal amount of beer, wine, and assorted hard liquors, and everyone was having a great time. Because the backyard was so packed, I didn't get to say hello to Carl and Loretta immediately. It took me twenty minutes to work through the crowd. When I got to that corner of the yard, Carl had gone to get more drinks, so only Loretta was there.

"Lisa!" she said, standing up. "How do you like my bikini?" She was wearing a dark olive-green bikini, and she looked amazing in it! It had minimal coverage, but I didn't realize how minimal it was until I said, "You look amazing! Give me a spin!"

She did, and that's when I saw that her bottom was a thong! And not much of a thong! The back straps were like pieces of string, almost the same color as her complexion, so at first it looked like she wasn't wearing a bottom at all when seen from behind. My heart was already skipping beats, and my hands were just itching to touch her!

"Well, don't just stand there staring all day, Lisa," she said. "Come give me a hug and a kiss!"

She opened her arms to me, and I practically threw myself into her embrace, rocking us on our feet for a moment. The intimacy of the closeness, the fact we were both mostly naked, the silky-smooth feel of her oiled skin, and those glorious, magnificent breasts pressed so warmly to my own, I at once started getting wet. My desire was hitting me so hard my loins were aching, making my knees weak, and threatening to make me fall over! I couldn't stop myself from emitting a sensuous moan. She heard me as we were cheek to cheek, my mouth next to her ear. I just couldn't stop myself!

"Baby!" she said, "Was that lovely moan an expression of arousal? For me?" She felt me stiffen in her arms and try to pull away as I took a breath to begin reciting my automatic denials, but before I could even start, she put her lips to my ear and whispered, "No, don't be embarrassed! It was lovely to hear! And of course, the fact that it was you made it even more dear to me. Baby, I love you so much! Oh! What a lovely little shiver, too!"

Tears of gratitude for this wonderful moment spilled down my cheeks onto her shoulder.

"Sweetie!" she said. "Come with me for a moment?" She took my hand, and we walked behind the shed where the filters and waterfall pumps were. Now, we were shielded from most eyes in the party, except for the direction of the grill. Nobody was standing there at the moment.

When we got there, she again brought me into an intimate embrace. Breast to breast, belly to belly, mons to mons. She again put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Oh, you sweet darling! May I ask you a question? You don't have to answer at all, or you can tell me to mind my own business. And I hope this won't make you see me in a bad light; I'd hate to mess up our friendship. Please, if this isn't something you're interested in, promise me we will still be friends like we always have been?"

She was still holding me in her embrace. All my anxiety about being seen, about harming our relationship, all my doubts and fears? They were swept away by the love I felt flooding throughout me! Time stopped for me, and I didn't want it to start again if it meant the end of this embrace. "Ok," I said. Go ahead, please."

"Lisa, do you have feelings for women? Sexual feelings?"

I was going to say no, of course not! Imagine my surprise when I heard myself say, "Yes."

"Oh! How lovely!" she said, and hugged me even more tightly, her hands rubbing up and down my back, now, further making me quiver in her arms. "I've always adored lesbians! I've never made love to a woman, but I love to watch women make love!"

That statement brought me to a halt. "Wait... Mrs. Jones-"

She leaned in to my ear and whispered, "Lisa, my love. When we're naked and making love, please call me Loretta."

OMG! The thrill of our embrace, her assertion that we were "making love," even right then, in the middle of my parents' party, sent further thrills throughout my body.

"Yes, Loretta," I said.

We stepped back, but she continued to hold both of my hands. "Let's go somewhere we can talk in private. Would you like that?"

"I would!" I nearly shouted. Was I really going to suggest what I was thinking? Loretta had demonstrated her bravery in letting me know her desires. If I wasn't brave enough to respond, then nothing I was hoping for would ever happen. It was time to "nut-up, or shut-up," as the boys say. I took a deep breath and whispered to her, "We could go to my room. If you would like."

"Oh, that would be lovely!" she said.

"Mrs. J-" Suddenly, her index finger was pressed lightly to my lips.

"It's Loretta, my young lover." Oh, wow! If I didn't find somewhere to sit down, I would soon fall over!

"Loretta." I breathed her name in a whisper, my lips at her neck, just below her earlobe. I felt her shiver! "Loretta, is, is... Carl ok with this? If we do this?"

"My darling Lisa, he's been watching us the whole time! See, over there by your Dad?"

I looked, and Carl, my Mom, and Dad stood at the grill, watching us.

I turned beet red and buried my face in Loretta's chest to hide. I was beginning to panic. How was I going to explain this?

But then I felt a light finger under my chin, bidding me to raise my face to Loretta.

"No, darling. Everything's ok. Look at them."

"I can't!" I said.

"Look at them!" she commanded. I had never heard Loretta speak like this before! I found I HAD to look! I couldn't refuse! I turned, and Carl, my Mom, and Dad waved at us. My Mom put her hands together in a gesture of prayer. I saw her mouth, the word "please," and then placed her hands over her heart. Dad winked at me! And Carl just made a shooing motion towards the house.

"We talked to your parents before the party. They've given their blessing for you and I to make love. And Carl is 100% all for you and I sharing our love.

"So, darling. If you're up to it, would you like to take my lesbian virginity?" she asked.

"Oh, yes! Yes, please!" And that time I did shout!

As we walked to the house, Loretta was holding my hand. If I hadn't been so completely swept up in my lust and desire, I'd have noticed how the entire crowd went quiet as she led me to the patio door. I'd have noticed the loud cheer as the door slid shut behind us, and I'd have noticed how the music was suddenly much louder.

But at the time, all those observations escaped me.

***

When we made it to my room, before we could get started, I said, "Loretta, there's something else I need to tell you."

"Ok."

"I'm in love with Carl, too," I said it quietly, like a little girl admitting to something she knows she will get in trouble for.

"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better!" Loretta said. "The Old Goat has got it bad for you, too."

"He does?"

"You never noticed how his eyes light up whenever you walk in the room? When you hug him, he says it feels like his heart will explode."

"Oh... golly!" I didn't know what else to say!

"So do I take it that you would like to be our guest in a threesome?"

"Yes. Oh, I'm sorry if that's too much, Loretta! I've loved both of you my entire life. Now that I'm 19 and probably going to be leaving for school in several months, I may never get to see you guys again, and I want this with you two so badly! I-" She silenced me with a finger to my lips. We sat down on my mattress at the foot of the bed, sitting shoulder to shoulder. As I spoke, Loretta placed her arm around my shoulders and pulled us closer.

"We would love to do that," Loretta said. "But for now? Since I've never made love to a woman before? I want this first time with you alone, all to ourselves, if that's ok? But if you're interested, after this, maybe we could have a threesome?"

"I think I've died and gone to Heaven!" I said. "I've wanted this with you two guys since I turned 18! I just never knew how to even begin to approach the subject!"

"Neither did we, lover. When I asked you my question, I was scared half to death I'd ruin our friendship. But it's more than just a friendship we share. There's love in there, too. And if we didn't broach the subject soon, we'd lose our window of opportunity. Now. Give me a kiss. A real kiss, lover's kiss."

We leaned in to each other, and our lips met. As our tongues met and danced, she reached behind me to my top and pulled the tie strings loose, letting my top fall away. I returned the favor, and we separated long enough to get our tops out of our way and resumed our embrace.

When our naked breasts touched, our nipples hard and tight with arousal, I nearly had an orgasm right then and there. Never mind that realistically, we were practically naked in our tops. Most of our skin was touching; removing those few patches of thin fabric didn't seem like it would be that big a deal. But it was! I guess it was the psychological factor, both of us risking everything in our lives by revealing our attraction to each other. At last, I was naked in the arms of one of the women in this world that I loved with all my heart. When her lips met mine, it felt like my heart exploded! I didn't imagine I could ever be any happier.

But I was wrong! As we continued to make love, our hands running over each other's bodies, tasting and exploring with our tongues, the entire experience continued to become more and more wonderful!

Loretta rolled me over on my back and mounted me in a missionary trib position. She began rubbing our vulvas together, spreading new waves of joy through my entire body. She was giving me the loveliest, long, wet open-mouth kisses, one hand on my neck, her other hand running down to my bottoms, then slipping under the fabric to find my clit. When her fingers gently made contact, I felt my body arch like I was trying to break my own back! I heard someone moaning in bliss and realized it was me! And I was being loud!

"Is this good for you?" Loretta asked. Before I could reply, she began stroking my clit again, reducing me to a helpless, writhing mess. After a few minutes, she stopped and asked,

"Are you enjoying our lovemaking?" Again, before I could reply, she reduced me to inarticulate groans as her fingers resumed teasing my clit.

She teased me like that for a bit, rubbing me, making me cry out in sweet agony, then stopping to ask me a question, then, as I tried to speak, she resumed the stimulation.

"Well," she said, picking up the tie strings of my bottoms, "I suppose I can accept that as a 'yes." She gently, slowly, pulled the knots from my tie strings.

She had knelt over my groin, between my spread legs. As the bottom fell away, she lifted my legs by the ankles and pushed them up to my shoulders. "Hold these, please," she said.

The instant I grabbed my ankles, she dropped down with her mouth sucked tightly to my clit. She began furiously licking and sucking my clit, driving me insane with pleasure. It felt like it was radiating from my clit in waves that traveled throughout my entire body. I thought it was the epitome of human sexual pleasure, until...

Her hands worked up to my nipples, and she began playing with them even as her tongue had its way with my pussy. Surely there could be no pleasure, no soul-filling bliss greater than this!

Nope. Wrong again! She left one hand on my nipple, then slowly caressed her free hand down my belly, down my outer lips, to bring her fingers to rest at my entrance. All the while she continued her oral assault on my clit and labia.

I had given myself orgasms, many of them. I knew how they felt. But I had never felt one building like this! I could feel it gathering deep inside me. I could tell it was going to be huge. It was scaring me; it felt like it would tear me inside out. Loretta had inserted her fingers inside me and found my G-spot. She rubbed it while she continued to batter my clit with her tongue. My orgasm was still building, already turning my breathing into something more like an old steam locomotive. She knew. She could tell! She knew exactly how to play my body to hold me in this state of almost, but quite, going over the edge.

"Loretta... y-... you're going to... m- make m-m-me cum!"

"Yes, my lover. I am. Are you ready? Do you want it now?"

"YES! PLEASE!" I begged.

She pressed on my g-spot with a bit more force, sucked and tongued my clit with even more force, and pinched my nipple, hard. It felt like both of my nipples exploded, and when they did, so did I! I squirted all over both of us, screaming, crying, in orgasm, my hands trying to shove Loretta's entire face into my vagina. I think I passed out!

When I came to, I found myself on my right side, and Loretta spooned behind me. She had been gently stroking my hair and cheek.

"There's my little champ," she said. "Lover, I've waited all my life to make love with a woman. You were so worth waiting for!"

"But we didn't really do much for you!" I said. "You've still got your bottoms on. We'll have to fix that right now!" Before she could protest, I rolled her over on her back, spread her legs wide, and reached down and untied her bottoms. My lust was in the driver's seat, now. I was charged up like I could never remember being before in my life. I had to have her pussy, her clit, in my mouth, right now!

"Easy, lover," she said. "There's no need to rush. We've got TIME!" She shouted as my lips closed on her clit. I went after her as frantically as she had gone down on me. I had been with a couple of my girlfriends in the past, so I knew, and loved, the aroma and taste of a woman's sex. But the instant her musk filled my senses, I was like an unhinged beast! My fingers went inside her, and I sought for and found her G-spot. Now it was her turn to break her own back!

I tried to gauge her reaction, keep her from coming, but on the edge, like she had done for me, but I "mis-read" her, and all too soon, she was crying out in orgasm.

I felt bad, because she didn't get to experience the pleasure nearly as long as she had done for me.

"Don't feel bad, lover," she said. "This isn't a competition. This isn't a one-time thing. I know we may not be able to share ourselves like this for our whole lives, but we've got now, and we'll make it count."

Falling back on the bed, she resumed spooning me from behind.

"God, I hope my parents didn't hear us!"

"Maybe at first," she said. "You notice how much louder the music is, now?"

"Oh. My. God!" I was so embarrassed! I also saw the clock and realized we had been up here for 40 minutes! "I have to get back down there! My parents are probably wondering where I've gone!"

"No, they know exactly where you are, lover. And who you're with. And what we've been doing. It's all good, they wanted this for you, as much as you have wanted it for yourself."

"WHAT?"

"Easy. Easy, now!" she said. "Your parents are very wise and love you with all their hearts. They wanted your first experiences to be with someone who would make it good for you. Make it a joyous memory. Not everyone gets that for their first time. Usually, it's an extremely embarrassing memory of a clumsy experience. They, Carl, and I, wanted something better for you. When they realized your affection for us, it was the solution to fixing you up with someone who loves you, and letting me make love to a woman. And letting Carl and I have a threesome, if you were up for that."

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" I cried. "When do you want to do it?"

"Tonight, if you want."

"Oh, we can't! The party will eventually end-"

"At our place, lover."

"What do I tell Mom and Dad?"

"You tell them, "Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!" Then you pick up the overnight bag they have packed for you, take our hands, and we walk you next door to our house, and you spend the night with us."

"They're ok with that?" I asked, dumbstruck.

"It was their idea. As I said, your parents are very wise, loving people. You really got lucky to have them for your parents. Both my parents and Carl's parents freaked out when we became sexual in our late teens. It messed us both up. We got past it because they meant no harm; that's just how they had been raised. But it took us a while to get past it all. Your parents had pretty much the same experience. They wanted it to be better for you. Carl and I, too. So. Here we are."

"I love you!" I said. "I love you all so much!"

She showered my neck, shoulder, and back with kisses. "We love you, too, baby. So much! Now. Let's get dressed and get back down there. No, not your bikini. Do you have that yellow sundress handy? You know, the backless one? With the low-cut in front? Wear that."

"Ok." I searched for a bra and panties, found them, then went to my closet to get the dress. It was my favorite dress, and I loved how much more tightly Carl had always hugged me when I wore it. When I returned to the room, I found the underwear I had set out was missing.

"I put them back," Loretta said. "Sweetheart, you're not going to need those," Loretta said. "Just the dress."

"But this is a bit see-through! I put it on, turned to my mirror, and said, "Look, you can see my nipples through it. The front isn't see-through, but the back is, to show off a thong! I might as well be naked!"

Loretta had walked up behind me and pulled herself tightly to my back. Her hands came up, and she began gently rubbing my nipples, making them instantly spring back into tight little knots of joyous hypersensitivity. It felt like they might cut holes in the thin translucent fabric of my dress. The light yellow of the dress against the contrast of my darker nipples only made them all that much more visible!

"There," Loretta said. "Now no one will have any doubt that you aren't wearing underwear!"

"I can't go out like this!"

"Yes, you can, lover," she said, nuzzling my ear. "Listen to me. You will only be this pretty, this perfect, for this short time of your life. You are a woman, now. Let others see you. Let your beauty bring joy to their heart, the same way you feel when you see a lovely flower in full bloom. It won't last forever, and it's a shame not to take joy in seeing it."

"But my parents! Our guests!"

"... are all expecting to see you, lover. Come on, now. Take my hand and let's go."

When we entered the backyard, everyone started clapping and cheering. Loretta pushed me in front of her, then hugged me from behind, making me stand in full view of the crowd, while I was basically nude. I mean, in that dress, without underwear? I was naked! I turned so bright red it felt like I would burst into flames. And at the same time, it was so emotionally satisfying. It was so hot, so erotic! Everyone who saw me, people I'd grown up with, known my entire life, all now saw me as a woman. A purely psychological phenomenon, but in my heart and soul, it was so rewarding!

As we walked through the crowd, I was proud to be seen, proud to have everyone know Loretta and I had made love. We walked over to the grill, towards my parents. Along the way, men and women hugged me as we went. I was embarrassed to be so exposed. I was embarrassed that everyone knew what Loretta and I had been doing. And at the same time, proud! So proud! I was being seen as an adult, a woman, for the first time by my family, friends, and neighbors.

First, we got to my Mother. She wrapped me up in a tight bear hug and started sobbing with joy. I thought she would never let me go, but eventually, she did. As I stepped away, Loretta took my place in Mom's arms, and they were both crying with tears of joy.

Daddy was suddenly right in front of me. He was trying to talk, but nothing came out. I just wrapped him up in a hug. He returned the hug with such strength that for a moment I couldn't breathe! Then suddenly he let me go and turned towards the grill. I wondered what that was all about when I looked up, and Carl was not ten feet away.

I didn't say anything. I just ran at him with all my strength, wrapped my arms around him, and knocked him over. He fell on his back, with me raining kisses down on his face, chest, neck, shoulders, any part of him I could reach. I intended to hold him down, not let him up. But suddenly his hands were on my arms, and he was flipping me over on my back, resting his full weight on top of me. And it...

Was...

Such joyous bliss! I could barely breathe, and yet, I think I had a minor orgasm. And when he brought his lips to my neck and started kissing and nuzzling me, I did have an orgasm!

When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, Carl was sitting up beside me on the grass. I raised myself to a sitting position, and the entire crowd started yelling and cheering again!

Carl helped me up, and as I collected myself, Mom and Dad walked up, holding an overnight bag Mom handed me. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "This is okay with your father and me. We're so happy for you to have this with Loretta and Carl. Go. Share your love for them with them!"

I kissed her cheek, thanked her, and hugged Dad, but... he wouldn't turn around to face me!

"Daddy? Is something wrong?"

"No, baby, not wrong. But a bit embarrassing. If you can imagine what I mean?"

I couldn't, and I walked around to look at him from the front, and then I saw what he was talking about. Daddy had a massive tent in his swim trunks! Fortunately, he liked the loose kind, because if it had been a low-cut Speedo, I'm sure his erect penis would have been sticking out the top! I stepped back and hugged Dad from behind, whispering in his ear, "I love you, Daddy! You and Mom have been the best parents a girl could ever hope for!"

Loretta appeared on my right and took my hand. Carl appeared on my left and took that hand. They led me to their home.

END