Double the Pleasure

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Analingus, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Helen has an itch that needs scratching, Jake and Pete scratch it for her. Further episodes will follow.

"I met the most gorgeous bird last night," Peter said to me as we were walking along the road towards the coffee bar where we usually had our mid-morning coffee on a Saturday when we weren't working.

"Oh yes," I said, in a fairly cynical tone, "Did you actually talk to this beauty, or does seeing this one across a room or on the other side of the street count as meeting as it has before?"

My cynicism was well founded, as for pretty well as long as I'd known him, which was over 7 years now since we met at university, Peter had been 'meeting' these gorgeous women more times than I care to remember. The only problem with this is that Pete's idea of meeting and mine don't exactly coincide. If I say I've met a woman, then it means that at least I have spoken with her, whereas Pete 'meets' a girl if he sees one he fancies a hundred metres away even if that is the closest he ever gets to them.

"I really met her this time, you sarcastic sod," he replied. "I was talking with her in a chat-room last night for over half an hour. She sent me her photo and I sent her one of mine."

"Oh, so you haven't actually met her then? Just exchanged photos and some chat. A pound to a penny if this photo is a good one it's of someone else and this person you were chatting to has a face that would frighten children and is built like a sumo wrestler."

"God, you are so untrusting, Jake," Peter responded, "I have much more faith in people than you have."

"Faith that's usually totally misplaced," I replied. "Do you remember that girl you arranged a date with through that woman in your office? She was supposed to be about five feet seven tall with a figure to die for. What did she turn out to be? About five feet nothing and the only dying involved with her figure would be if she lay on you as she'd probably have crushed you to death, she must have weighed almost as much as you and I added together."

"Well, yes, that was a bit of a disappointment."

"And what about..."

"Oh give up," Peter interrupted before I could raise any other of his disastrous dates with girls he'd never met before the date.

"OK" I said, "Just in case this one is really the woman in the photo, tell me about her. What's so special about her?"

"I've a good mind not to tell you about her now, after all that disbelief. I can always find another bloke to come with me when I arrange a date."

"Another bloke? Why, are there two women involved then?" I asked.

"No, you idiot, she wants a date with two men at the same time. Do you fancy it?"

"Of course I do if she's really as good looking as you think she is. Tell me about her and stop pissing about."

"Well she's 35, medium height, gorgeous long reddish hair, slim figure but delicious looking tits and superb legs. What more do you want?"

"If we're just going to fuck her then not much, I suppose, but it would be nice if her face was at least passable and she was able to string two words together if we need to talk to her first."

"Believe me," Peter said forcefully, "judging from her photos if you saw her in the street you'd not be able to take your eyes off her, and if she smiled at you your legs would go as weak as jelly. She's also very articulate, we didn't just talk about sex, we were talking about a whole range of things and she's very interesting to talk with - more bloody interesting than you are this morning."

"All right," I conceded, "Maybe you have met one that's worth while, Have you arranged a date with her and did you include me?"

"No not yet, just as I was going to after we'd exchanged photos, my bloody PC crashed and when I got back online she'd left the chat-room, but I'd already established that she's there at about the same time most nights."

"Then make damn sure you are too. Maybe I should come round to your flat so that we can both talk to her tonight if she's online."

"OK, that's quite a good idea, unusually so for one of yours. Come round at about eight tonight. Now lets go and get some coffee."

We'd just arrived at our usual coffee bar, so we went inside and I looked for a table while Pete bought the coffees, as it was his turn. There was an empty table intended for three people and I went and sat down taking one of the chairs facing the entrance. Pete soon brought the coffees across and sat sideways on to the door. We'd been sat drinking the coffee and talking about something inconsequential when a gorgeous woman walked into the bar. She looked round and I was wishing that it was me she was looking for when she walked across to our table and to my amazement and delight said.

"Hello Peter, I hoped I'd find you here. You said you usually came here for coffee at about this time."

Pete hadn't seen her until she spoke, but when he looked round at her, he shot up from his chair.

"H-h-Helen," he stuttered, "It's wonderful to see you. Please join us; can I get you a coffee? By the way, this is Jake who I mentioned last night."

"Hello Jake," she said, and I stood up and held out my hand to her, which she grasped firmly and shook. "Yes please Peter, a large cappuccino please with plenty of chocolate on top would go nicely thank you."

She sat down, looked at me and smiled.

"Has Peter said anything to you about me?" she asked, "He told me a little about you last night when we were chatting online."

"Yes," I said, "He told me about you as we were walking here this morning, but I'm afraid his description was a little faulty."

"Faulty? In what respect?"

"Well," I began, hesitantly, "First of all he told me that you are 35, and that's patently untrue as you are probably 25 aren't you? I expect he wasn't paying enough attention after he'd seen your photograph."

"No, he was quite correct I am 35, but thank you for thinking me younger. What other errors did he make?"

"I'm afraid his description of you totally failed to do you justice. I suppose the individual things he commented on were accurate, but he abysmally failed to describe how very beautiful the totality was, in his defence though, I don't think I'd have the words to do you justice either."

I was delighted to see her face redden slightly as she blushed.

"What lovely words," she said, "Thank you for them."

At this point Pete returned with Helen's coffee and sat down again.

"Jake has been telling me that you have already spoken about me to him," Helen said.

"Yes, I'd just told him a little about you. But how did you find us here this morning? And I must apologise for leaving so abruptly last night, my bl... , er, my PC crashed and when I eventually managed to get back online, unfortunately you'd left the chat-room. I was hoping to talk with you again tonight. In fact we both were, Jake was going to come round to my flat so that we could talk to you together."

"I have heard the word 'bloody' used before," Helen laughed, "and if my PC had crashed at such a time I'm afraid my language would have been much less restrained. I thought that that was probably what had happened. The problem I had was that I was about to tell you that I'd got to go when it crashed, so I wasn't able to wait for you to come back as I would have done at any other time. As for how I found you here this morning, don't you remember that you told me when we were talking about how we spent our Saturday, you mentioned that you both usually came here for coffee at about this time."

"Oh yes," Peter said, "I do remember now, but I didn't expect to see you here, I must say. You didn't say that you came here I don't think, did you?"

"No, I didn't because I haven't been here before, but ... well ... I just came."

"What were you going to say after 'but'?" I asked with a smile, "Some thing interesting?"

Helen blushed again, only this time rather more than she had done previously. She leaned forward and whispered,

"If you really want to know, I was feeling horny and I looked at the photo Peter sent me last night, remembered what he'd said, and then thought that maybe you'd both be here and possibly you might be available to scratch my itch so to speak."

"I'm sure we can scratch it for you," I replied instantly, "Can't we Pete?"

"I can think of nothing better," Peter answered, "I'd been hoping to firm up such an arrangement if we met online tonight."

"Firm and up was just what I had in mind," Helen said with a laugh which we both delightedly joined in. "Just a few things to clarify first though if you don't mind. And if you do mind there'll be no scratching now or ever. First of all, can you both show me some proof of your identities, and then I'll send an sms to a friend of mine giving her your names. This is just a safety precaution you understand,"

"Of course," Peter said, "Will our driving licenses be acceptable? They've got our names and addresses on. I've got mine here, have you Jake?"

"Yes," I replied and took out my wallet and removing the license from it passed it to Helen. "I fully understand why you want them, very sensible if I may say so."

Peter passed his over as well, and Helen took out her phone and copying the information sent an sms to whoever her friend was.

"Thank you," she said, "Now I feel safer as if anything untoward should happen someone else knows who you are. One quick question first, are either of you - or both - bisexual?"

"I'm not," I answered, "Are you Pete?"

"No, sorry. Why did you want to watch us doing each other?"

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