Sweet Saturday

Sweet Saturday

I looked around at the other diners, half expecting that they might have heard. "That's OK, everyone" I said, under my breath. "You can go back to your lunches now. We're just discussing sharing my boyfriend. Nothing to worry about."

"Oh, come on, Michelle!" Paula said, impatiently. "He's been dating that little college friend of his - Pamela or whatever - for weeks, and you've been going out with that photographer. I don't think you can make much of a case for having an exclusive relationship! You both like it for the sex, let's face it! Why not expand a little? You and I have certainly talked about it enough!"

"That was fantasy, Paula," I said. "We said that stuff in bed to turn each other on, but I'm not at all sure that it would be a good idea in practice. Sometimes things like that ruin all three of the relationships rather than improving anything. What if we didn't like it?"

"You've got to be kidding! From the stories you've told me, you have a blast with that kid in bed! You and I are more than compatible that way, and I can promise you, from the way he looked at me at my party, that he wants ME - how can we lose?"

I was as uncomfortable as hell, and I couldn't really say why at that point. Paula's an old friend - I've known her since 1976 - and we're more than just girlfriends, since we've been sleeping together off and on since last August. Now she was suggesting that the two of us take my young (YOUNG is the word, too - he's only 17!) friend John to bed with us! Although I loved the idea as a fantasy, I was very uncomfortable with putting it into practice. The truth was, I guess, I was afraid to be that open and vulnerable, even with my best friend. But she was insistent - and I had to admit the idea turned me on!

"So what are you suggesting," I shot back heatedly, "that we just 'happen' to all meet somewhere and you and I invite him back to one of our apartments for drinks? I mean, come ON, Paula, I'd feel like a transparent fool!"

She grinned, and I could tell that it was the wrong thing for me to have said. She could tell, from that, that I'd already THOUGHT about it. Thinking about something, to Paula, is less than one step from doing it.

"No, I think we come right out and DO it - a real production number like you did with him just before Christmas. Sexy clothes, toys, the whole bit! We get ready and then he comes to pick you up for a date - and finds out that he's getting much more than he expected!"

About a month prior to that conversation, I'd had a really sexy night with John just before he went home to the midwest for the Christmas holidays. I'd worn a particularly outrageous outfit for him - inspired by a scene in "Earth Girls are Easy", of all things - and had played the submissive partner role to the hilt. I'd told Paula about it, which is where she got the idea of making a "big production" out of this.

"Won't you feel a little embarassed, having set something up so baldly like that?" I was, as usual, knocked out by Paula's outlook - she always goes straight for what she wants, with no thought of what someone else might think. I envy her that!

"No! Are you kidding? We're going to be giving that guy the kind of evening most men dream of all their lives and never have! He'll be so busy trying to figure out how he got so lucky that he won't even THINK about what we did to set it up - and if he does, he'll just thank God that he met you! Come on, stop being so timid for a change and take a chance!"

She always does that. She accuses me of being timid, or shy - and then, to prove that I'm not, I do exactly what she's trying to convince me to do! It's been that way since I first met her. I realize what she's doing, too - but I always realize it too late! Anyway, I fell into the trap again that afternoon. Oh, not right away - it took her another half an hour to convince me that she was right - but by the time I left the table to return to my office, I had agreed in principal to have a threesome with her and John.

I tried to put it out of my mind and concentrate on work for the rest of the week - but that was almost out of the question. Every day, I got another call from Paula, talking about what we were going to do, telling me about outfits she had found and asking my opinion on them, and trying to set a date. Finally, om Thursday, more to shut her up and get her out of my hair than anything else, I agreed to go see two outfits she said she'd fallen in love with.

When I got to the small boutique on St. Mark's Place near NYU, I saw what she meant immediately. She had found these two "dresses" - although that didn't really describe them. They were made out of crushed velvet - one bright red and the other black. The tops were cut like strapless evening gowns - vee'd slightly between the cups and very low in the back. They hooked and laced up in the back like old-fashioned dresses or corsets, and from just below the waist they flared out into very full, very short skirts. In fact, you couldn't even call it a skirt. It was more like a wide ruffle that started at the waist and ended about half-way down the hip. The skirt part of the material was still the same crushed velvet, but it had been etched out to make it almost like lace - see-thru except for very stiff, bouffant underskirts. The underskirts were made out of a crinoline type of material. The red dress had a black underskirt with red lace trim, and the black one had a red underskirt with black lace trim.

In addition to the dresses, the store also had waist-cinchers and gloves made out of the same material. The waist-cinchers hooked in back, and the gloves were shoulder-length and fingerless. We each tried on a dress, and they fit perfectly - but they covered absolutely NOTHING! We were both wearing bikini panties, and it was obvious that, without them, we'd be totally uncovered both front and back.

Paula insisted that we buy them immediately - she wanted me to start on something and she knew that committing myself by buying something like this would get the ball rolling. I tried to argue - but the truth was that they were the sexiest things I'd ever tried on - and I had all sorts of visions of what we'd do in them dancing in my head. So, of course, I gave in.

We ate dinner togther that night and planned what we'd do with John. After a lot of discussion, we decided that I'd arrange to go to dinner with him on the following Saturday, which shouldn't be very difficult, and then ask him to pick me up at Paula's place.

When he came, we'd both be there, dressed and ready for the "production". We also agreed to take Saturday off and use it to finish up any last-minute shopping we had to do, get a manicure and have our hair done, and just relax. It was to be my last weekend off until the middle of April - and only another accountant who does tax returns can imagine how precious that was to me! Getting ready to do 300 returns is a really exhausting experience!

I went into the office and worked for a little while that Saturday morning. Paula picked me up there at about 1:15 (late, as usual) and we went first to a boutique up on Bleeker St. that sells really lovely lingerie. We just needed to get stockings to go with our outfits, and we found these really beautiful, long stockings with back seams - red for me and black for Paula. VERY sheer, expensive and lovely. Then, we walked over to a place on Sixth Avenue that I had walked by before, but had never had the nerve to actually BUY anything in. It's called the Pink Pussycat and it sells all kinds of sexy clothing, leather stuff that looks REALLY weird, sex toys, lotions and stuff like that. Paula wanted to get a couple of things, and she started out looking at butt plugs! I didn't even want to be next to her when she did that, but we got this really nice, young, female salesperson who really put me at ease! I was amazed at myself - I started looking around and felt really comfortable, except for a minute or two when Paula made me look at the different sizes of plugs (believe me, two of them would only have worked on a HORSE!). She chose one the same size as the one John had used on me, several weeks before.

While we were there, we saw this really nice black glass bottle of something called "Kama Sutra Oil". The salesgirl let us try a little on our skin. It smells deliciously spicy - kind of sexy in a musky way, too - and it gets warm (almost hot) after it's been on your skin for a while. She said it was great on nipples, that she and her girlfriend (she was obviously gay) used it together and loved it. So we decided to get a bottle of it, and a small tube of lubricant for the butt plug. And we left, giggling and kind of high from the whole thing.

Next stop was a flea market down on Broadway near Tower Records that's open every Saturday and Sunday. There's a woman there who sells the most beautiful, long beaded earrings I've seen anywhere for only $20 a pair. We both wanted something kind of dramatic like that to wear that night - and we got 'em! She was just about to close up because of the rain, and we were the last two customers to get waited on. We got the same earrings - they're strips of beads about 3/4" wide and about 5" long. She has them in all kinds of designs and colors - I got pure red and Paula got pure black.

Then off to the best part of the day for me - real relaxation. We went to a salon in Soho and had our hair done (mine darkened just a touch, Paula's lightened quite a bit - when they were done, she was really a BLONDE!), had facials, and got manicures and pedicures. The pedicure was great - it felt so nice to have someone taking care of my feet! I never had that done before, and I really enjoyed it.

After that, we went back to Paula's. It was already 5:45, which meant that the nap we wanted was going to have to be a short one - but at least we got a little rest. From the minute I woke up and started to get ready, I had butterflies in my stomach and my hands were shaking. I was so nervous - both about what we were going to do and about being compared to Paula! She is SO damned beautiful, with this really photogenic face and these loooong, gorgeous legs - it's really intimidating to know that you're going to be seen pretty much naked next to her! Also, I was beginning to realize that I was TERRIFIED that John would like her more than me. I still looked on him as my lover, exclusively - and that might be jeopardized in the next few hours. I was so frightened of how I might feel if, for instance, he fucked her first or came in her mouth first. If that happened, I thought I'd never get over it!

I bathed first and then spent a long time on my makeup, trying to get it as perfect as possible. She came out all made up and we helped each other to dress. The cinchers hook in the back, and are very tight, so it helps if someone else hooks them for you. We put on the stockings and shoes, and then tried to figure out what we were going to do with our hair. What we wanted was to try and be dressed and made up the same so that we looked like blonde and brunette versions of the same idea. We finally decided to wear our hair pulled back REALLY tightly from the brow, on the sides and at the back. It was all pulled into a braid that started at the back of the crown of the head. Then I tried wrapping a black scarf around Paula's REALLY tightly, and I got it to stand almost straight up off her head. I left the last 3 or 4 inches loose - not braided - and it fell back over the braid and the scarf and looked really sexy.

She liked it and did the same with mine, using a red scarf. While she was working on me, the two of us dressed in only the cinchers, stockings and shoes, I got turned on for the first time. Seeing her dressed like that, and knowing that it was going to get a lot sexier later, got me incredibly hot. I started to think, too, about some of the fantasies that I'd had in the past and then about the stuff I wrote about in the old OMNIGIRL stories. So, when she got through doing my hair, I took the brush from her and, with her standing in front of me, started to brush her pubic hair. As I brushed the hair at the front, I twisted the brush and got the hair to look very bushy (pardon the pun!). Then, I brushed it away from her pussy lips between her legs, and you could see the lips clearly, with no hair in the way! When I was doing that, I could actually see drops of moisture between the lips each time I pulled with the brush and they separated a little bit. She had her eyes closed, and it was obvious that she LOVED what I was doing. Meanwhile, I was getting more and more turned on, watching this beautiful, sexy cat stretching and purring in front of me while I brushed her.

When I finished, she did it to me. It was such a sexy feeling, the slight pinching pull of the brush through the hair made the lips of my pussy feel like they were swelling! By the time she was done, I was dripping wet and I wanted to go to bed with her, but there was no time! We helped each other with the little "dresses", hooking them in the back like the cinchers. The underskirts held the skirts in an exagerated ruffle out over the hips. The skirts were so short all around that they didn't cover anything! Our asses and pussies were completely visible.

I found that we could fold the tops of the cups under, so that our breasts, including the nipples, were bare from the midpoint up. Next, we put on the earrings and gloves. The earrings were so long that they hung down onto my shoulders, and the fingerless gloves added a really dramatic, whorey touch to the whole look. That was that. It was 8:30, and John was due. We stood in the living room, next to each other, looking in the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror that hangs on one of the walls of her living room. I was all in red, and Paula was all in black. She stood close to me, her arm around my waist, and she looked so hot that I wanted to eat her - but we had to wait for John.

So there we stood, looking at each other and waiting for John to ring the bell and all of a sudden, I started to have SERIOUS doubts about all this. I felt WEIRD dressed like that, instead of sexy. Where a minute before I had felt sexy and turned on, suddenly I felt silly and foolish. Everything was turned upside-down! I don't think I've ever felt like that in my whole life. I couldn't IMAGINE facing John looking like I did. Everything was all screwed up. If we'd had to wait long for John, I would have lost my nerve.

As it happened, though, he came to the door about 5 minutes later. By this time, Paula was trying to talk me out of going back into the bedroom and changing into jeans! When the bell rang, Paula checked it out thru the TV monitor they have and it was John and he was alone. So she buzzed him in.

When he got to the door, the two of us were suddenly like giggly school girls who are each trying to get the other to go up and talk to the cute new boy in school. It was crazy. She said I should open the door, cause he was my date and I said (given what was about to go on) it didn't seem to matter a great deal WHO'S date he was, and all the while John was standing out in the hall ringing the apartment door bell and wondering what the hell was going on. Finally, we both got behind the door, and I opened it and stuck my head around the door and told him to come in.

As he came in, I closed the door and my heart was hammering like anything. I have never been so nervous in my LIFE! Just thinking about it is making my hands shake! Paula was standing kind of behind me, so I was what he saw first, then I dragged her out from behind and put my arm around her waist and just said "Hello, John" - which was all I could think to say. He just stared at us! I have never seen a look like that on anyones's face!

Nobody knew what to say. It was really awkward for a few seconds (which felt more like years!) and then I walked up and kissed him. It was so strange to feel the cold of his coat against my breasts, and to be naked in front of him like that - even though we'd made love dozens of times. And I just kissed him like crazy and almost dropped. My knees were weak, and I felt really different than I ever have before - I don't know how to describe it. Kind of vulnerable but powerful at the same time.

I pulled away and I wanted to get some kind of control, so I decided to treat it as if nothing was strange. I told him to take his coat into the bedroom and, if he wanted to, to put on his smoking jacket (which I had brought from my apartment to Paula's). When he left the room, Paula and I sat on the couch and just kind of held each other for a minute. I could feel her heart beating as hard as mine was, and for the first time, I realized that she was much more frightened and nervous than she had been willing to admit. So we sat there. I knew that he was changing, because he didn't come right out, and it occurred to me that the quicker we got into the whole thing the less trauma it would be for all of us. So, sitting on Paula's right on the couch, I lowered my left hand into her lap and started to play with her clit! And she realized what I was doing and why, and put her right hand in my lap and started to do the same thing. So, when John came out about 3 minutes later or so, what he saw was the two of us sitting on the couch playing with each other's pussies.

He walked out of the bedrrom, over to the couch and just stood and watched us. I had one hand on the couch next to me and the other in Paula's lap. Suddenly, I figured what the hell, and I used my right hand to turn her face toward me and I kissed her, tongue and all. I thought John was going to have a stroke! When I broke from the kiss to look at him, his face was as red as a beet and his cock was sticking out from between the folds of his smoking jacket. Paula took one look at it and just breathed out in one big gasp and said something like "That's the most beautiful prick I've ever seen in my life!" At the time, I remember thinking to myself that I always said and thought cock - strange what goes through our minds!

So we were playing with each other and I just reached out with my free hand and grabbed his cock and pulled him closer, and when he got in front of me, I bent forward, still with my hand in Paula's lap, and started to suck his cock. I could feel Paula's face right near mine, could feel her watching me suck him, and it was so sexy! I felt in control, like it was all my show . I could also tell that she was dying to get her hands or mouth on his cock, but I ignored that - I just kept sucking. John was panting in no time at all - like I'd been working on him for an hour - but it had only been a couple of minutes.

Then Paula started talking to me - and to him. She really gets vocal when she's having sex. She always has with me, too, but now she had two of us to talk to and she was telling me how beautiful I looked sucking on his cock and telling him that he had the most beautiful piece of meat she had ever seen - stuff like that. Something about having someone whisper things like that to me while I was giving him a blowjob just drove me nuts!

Finally, I pulled back and studied his cock for a moment, and then I turned and kissed Paula and said, "Come on, Paula. You can have some too." And she turned and looked at me, and John pushed forward like he was DYING to get into her mouth and I took my hand out of her lap and put it behind her neck and pressed her head forward, pulled a bit on John's cock with my other hand, and fed him into her mouth!

She sucked him for a couple of minutes, and it was so damned sexy I came just watching it (although her fingers in my pussy helped!). I was still holding his cock and feeding it to her, and she was sucking like there was no tomorrow! I know how much he loves to have his cock stroked while he's being sucked, so I slid my hand up and down, pulling the skin of his cock up and down with it, as I held her head down over the first three or four inches of that lovely eight inch beauty of his. I think that's one of the things that turns me on more than anything - the feeling of how the skin slide back and forth over the hard hot center of a man's cock!

I released her head, took a mouthful of his balls, and left her to suck him the way she wanted. After a couple of minutes, I could hear from the noises he was making that she was getting him pretty close to cumming, and I said I wanted more. She raised her head off his cock, I took him into my mouth, then passed him back to her. We just kept doing that for maybe five minutes, at the most, when I could tell that he was nearly ready to shoot. John can usually last for half an hour or so being sucked - it's his favorite thing in the world and he NEVER hurries it, but apparently it was out of his control! He was dripping and so were we! Each time I passed my tongue over the top of his cock, I tasted fresh pre-cum that had leaked out since the last time I'd been there!

Paula started to kiss me while I sucked him - and all of a sudden she wasn't trying to get a mouthful of cock any more. I tried to give her another suck but she turned her head and kissed me on the throat, then on the neck, then began whispering to me to make him cum. Then she was saying it really quietly, but loudly enough so that he could hear. She kept saying "make him cum, Mish, make him shoot" - with her cheek right next to mine, kind of crooning to me. John was going nuts and I wanted his cum NOW and all Paula did was kiss me, on the face and the throat and the mouth (when it wasn't full of cock - and sometimes when it was!) and all of a sudden I knew that he was going to shoot in seconds, and I kissed her. I kept stroking him while we kissed, then turned and got a big mouthful of his cock and sucked for a second, and as I came up off it and turned to kiss her again, I saw this BIG shot go past my eyes and land on her upper lip and nose and I was kissing her and I felt another land on both our mouths at once, and I was tasting all this wonderful cum and I could feel it all over her face! We both had our tongues all over the place, trying to scoop up the cum, and John was almost SCREAMING under his breath! Paula STILL had two fingers in my pussy, rubbing my clit, and I came again! This time she came too, a couple of minutes later. By that time we were both licking the last drops up off the end of his cock and smiling and laughing and feeling WONDERFUL! So, she got the first shot of cum from him. One of my biggest fears came true and I didn't mind AT ALL! In fact, it was so sexy to see her face with cum on it, GOD, and to taste it on her lips and her tongue! What an incredible experience!

We were both still sitting on the couch. John had collapsed on the floor in front of us, looking up at us with this mystified, dreamy expression on his face. I saw Paula's face still streaked with the cum, and I remembered a story I'd read about a girl looking at herself in the mirror after her lover had cum on her cheek. Paula lifted her hand to wipe away the remaining cum, but I stopped her. Taking her arm, I stood the both of us up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the living room wall. She and I just stood there, looking at our reflections. It was really quite a sight - these two young women, dressed as sexilly as possible, each with long streaks of cum on her cheek, lips and chin.

Then we looked directly at each other, and I felt more desire for her than I think I've ever felt in the months we've been lovers. I kissed her while there was still cum all over both of our faces, and it was the sexiest thing to watch that in the mirror. I had never even seen myself tongue-kissing Paula before, like that, so to add the cum just made it the sexiest thing I had ever seen! GOD it was great! John kept watching us, while he sat there in front of the couch and stroked his cock. I was in heaven!

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