Chapter 7: Hired Help

I got back home at the time I said I would. The two teens were inside, watching M.A.S.H. and laughing as I came through the door. Cheryl jumped up, running to me and giving me a hug. And though Helen was there, she gave me a kiss like the ones she had done before I left. The kiss with her friend there was unusual. The fact that it was inept after all the practicing she had likely done while I was gone was strange. It made more sense when she let loose from my neck and secretly gave Helen a thumbs up.

She also motioned to Helen, who came over. She also hugged me, rubbing her lissome body and firm tits against me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was all very well choreographed, to what end I didn’t know. I assumed it was about Helen working around the house for a workout and cash. Yet Cheryl didn’t bring up her idea of having Helen work with her.

She didn’t bring that idea up for some number of days after Helen had gone home, leaving the reason for the hug and kiss undetermined. When she finally brought up Helen working with us for side cash, I agreed. The next day was Friday, and Helen slept over most Fridays. But first, I had the two out in the woods, cutting and hauling wood. In an hour, there were two hot, sweaty teenage girls carrying logs around. While they again thought I couldn’t hear them, Helen said, “God, this is hard. I am so tired and sore. How about you?”

“Yeah, but just wait until later. You won’t be able to move, and your pussy will be all mine,” Cheryl said quietly.

“You mean this gets worse?” Helen asked.

“Yep, until I make it better later tonight,” Cheryl said, dimples on display. An hour later, we were back at home, and the girls were adding the new logs to the stacks. Back in the house, despite the relatively cool temperatures, both girls had sweat-matted, wet strands of hair hanging in and around their faces. They both flopped on the floor in front of the fireplace. “My whole body is one big ouch,” Cheryl said, looking up at me.

“I’m assuming you talked to Helen’s parents, and she is staying tonight?” I asked both of them.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind,” Cheryl said.

“No, that’s fine. You don’t have school tomorrow. Get cleaned up while I cook,” I said. I headed to the kitchen, leaving the cute teens lying on the floor to get their showers before dinner. I expected them to go get a shower one at a time. Cheryl had lived up to so many expectations but that one. Looking through the kitchen door, I saw the two kissing.

The kiss was short-lived. Cheryl said, “You heard John, we need to get our showers. So let’s go get one.”

“Won’t he know we’re doing it together?” Helen asked.

“He won’t care. After all, we do that at school after gym class.” Cheryl stated. “So lift up. We need to get this sweatshirt off you.”
“I’m not getting undressed out here. John will see me.” Helen objected.

“He’s in the kitchen, and we’re not getting naked,” Cheryl informed her. “Just the sweats. Now raise your arms.”

“I’m not sure I can. They hurt so bad.” Helen said. When I peered out the doorway, I saw Cheryl help raise Helen’s arms by her elbows. With her arms raised, Cheryl took the bottom of Helen’s sweatshirt and started to peal it off over the brunette’s head. The t-shirt below it was plastered to Helen’s torso. The white T-shirt with the school’s mascot on it did nothing to hide her tits.

The cotton fabric clung to the cones atop the half-grapefruits. They were a darker color than the flesh they were part of. The hard nub in the center of the puffed-up cone was evident on either side of the ram head in the valley of her orbs. The covered, rounded flesh looked almost as delectable as Cheryl’s. And despite Helen’s evaluation of her own figure, the one below the soaked t-shirt was looking good.

Cheryl helped remove the jeans from her girlfriend’s hips and guided them over the silken legs to be stepped out of. It only improved the view. The teen must have been planning on her lover seeing her in her underwear and had put on some lacy white French-cut panties that didn’t hide all of her brown, downy curls. I guess Helen hadn’t been told that the hair should stay within the confines of the covering for the maximum effect. But even with the hair visible, the satin lace panties gathered up in her slit. And like her t-shirt, the panties were glued to the plumped flesh they covered, and it looked incredible.

Cheryl must have thought so too. She put her finger in the side of the covering and pulled them aside. In doing so, I was privileged to have a view of Helen’s uncovered cunt before Cheryl’s head blocked my view. Helen’s strength returned long enough to first pull Cheryl’s face tighter into her box before pulling it away. She said quietly and firmly, “Damn it, what do you think you’re doing? John could see you. Do you want him to see you eating me?”

Cheryl looked up at her friend, speaking in the same hushed tones, “Hell, if he does, he might want a bite. You look so delectable. And taste and smell are even better.” She then stood up before her girlfriend and kissed her quickly, with her lips likely still covered in the girl’s own juices. “No, I guess not. But he won’t see us in the shower. Now help me get out of my clothes too.” As I surreptitiously watched the activities of the two, all I could think was that they were acting like a couple of horny teenagers. Who were newly in love and couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies.

Helen raised Cheryl’s sweatshirt, at which point I saw she had the same covering below as Helen. It was in the same condition, plastered to Cheryl’s torso. The valley for the ram’s head was wider, and maybe the same depth, if not slightly shallower. The pinkish nipples weren’t as dark in color as Helen’s but were evident under the wet T-shirt. Below her firm, rounded flesh, the taper of her torso ended with her small waist. The indention in the center of her stomach left a hollow oval under the wet fabric above her jeans’ snap.

The snap came undone in Helen’s hands. She opened Cheryl’s jeans and started sliding them over the slightly flared hips. It was her turn to kneel down in front of my blonde ward and slowly lower the jeans the rest of the way down. Having the pants at her ankles, Cheryl stepped out, standing before her girlfriend in her black lace panties that were the mirror of Helen’s. Helen slid the panties over the trimmed blonde hairs, exposing the slit below them. Again, I lost my view. This time, a brunette’s head blocked the view of what she was doing.

Cheryl did as Helen had, grabbing a fist full of brunette hair and cramming the face and lips into her exposed slit. She quietly moaned, “Oh God, yes.”