Chapter 23

A couple days later the girls came home from school with Janice, a very pretty and usually quiet friend of Irene’s. Janice had visited several times before; she had once been one of Irene’s roommates, and seemed to be one of her closer friends. We had had a very mild winter so far; this particular day the temperature was in the 50’s and the girls were wearing miniskirts and tights or leggings, showing off their legs; Kelly was wearing heels. We had been sitting around talking for 30 minutes or so, Irene and Janice were sitting on the couch, going through the magazines; Janice seriously going through a copy of the new book I had checked out from the library, the ‘Joy of Sex’. I’d had it checked out for several days now; Chris, Kelly, and Irene had gone through it several times, so had many of their friends while visiting; I may have to buy my own copy of it.

The book was mostly a how-to-do-it manual; strangely laid out and organized like a cookbook. It did not cover how ovulation, insemination, and pregnancy happened; instead there were several chapters on how to pleasure your heterosexual partner; that included dozens of pen-and-ink drawings of a couple making love. The cookbook comparison was that the book was laid out in sections titled ‘Starters’, ‘Main Courses’, “Sauces and Pickles’, and ‘Problems’; the whole thing was labeled ‘gourmet lovemaking’. It was an erotic version of ‘Joy of Cooking’; and pretty controversial.

I was sitting in the living room chair in jeans and a sweatshirt with Kelly sitting in my lap; somehow the conversation turned to oral sex. Most of the time when the girls brought girlfriends to the apartment, sooner or later the talk usually got around to sex; it rarely got very graphic, but sometimes whatever was being discussed got into the details, especially when Kelly was talking. I usually found something else to do somewhere else then; this particular day, with Kelly in my lap, I wasn’t going anywhere. She had worn her stockings and garter belt that day for me with the miniskirt and heels, she knew I loved her in them. She was squirming around in my lap and the skirt had ridden up so the tops of the stockings were exposed; Janice asked about them.

“Why don’t you just wear panty hose?” she had asked, “I’ve never tried stockings, but they seem to be a lot more trouble to wear.”

Kelly laughed and replied, “I’m wearing them for my guy here, he thinks they’re sexy; but they’re for me too. This my day with him; you know we’ve been sharing him, every other day he’s ours to do what we please? Anyway, he loves me in them, and I can easily take off just the panties; then he can touch or taste me, which feels so incredible.” Having said that, she stood up and wiggled out of her panties, handing them to me; then leaned over and gave me a promising kiss. “I know we’re being good because we have company honey; but I’m ready, have been all day,” she told me. “If you weren’t here,” she told the other two; “I’d probably have him in the bedroom by now, if we had managed to wait that long. I love afternoon sex before work; I can usually get him to at least go down on me, maybe even get in a quicky before we have to leave for work.”

“I’ve never had a guy use his mouth on me,” Janice sheepishly admitted, blushing a bright red. “Irene told me how good it was, but I haven’t experienced it yet.”

“She told me she’s only made love a couple times;” Irene piped up, “from what she said it, wasn’t very good for her. Not near as good as when Carl did me the first time; or all the times since, for that matter.” I was trying to hide behind Kelly by now, this is another one of those conversations I didn’t want to be a part of.

“You’ve really got to get some guy to do it for you,” Kelly gushes; “I absolutely love it, I’m getting wet right now just thinking about him doing that to me. Giving a blowjob is pretty good too, with the right guy.”

“I haven’t done that either; I’ve used my hands on a couple guys, it didn’t take long and was kind of messy,” Janice giggled.

“Blowjobs are easy, and if you do then right, not messy at all. I wonder where that name came from; we’re sucking, not blowing;” added Irene with a laugh. “I really like giving Carl one; it drives him crazy, but he’s still so gentle with us when we’re doing him. He’s right about one thing; oral sex is a treat for your partner, a gift; it’s almost as good as the foot rubs, he gives us.”

“About half as good,” Kelly corrects, “and the foot and leg massages are fantastic. I think Irene said once it’s something you can’t describe, you have to experience.”

I decided to add a little to the conversation, and maybe move it in another direction. “Yes, I think the stockings and garter belt are sexy; but it’s more that Kelly knows she looks fantastic in them; when she knows she’s looking good; her whole attitude changes; she struts and sways instead of just walking. Personally; you ladies could be wearing rags and I’d still think you were sexy, as long as you thought you were.”

“But you make us feel sexy,” Irene protested; “you’re always complimenting us, and telling us how good we look. Since I’ve been with him, I’ve felt so much better about everything; I know I feel a lot more confident.”

Well, at least they’re not talking about oral sex anymore. “Every woman is sexy, no matter her size or shape or anything else, as long as she thinks she is. All three of you are physically different, but all of you are incredibly attractive; just don’t use so much makeup, please.”

“That’s his biggest complaint,” Irene laughs. “He says we really don’t need any; our problem is using it so he doesn’t know it’s there. I’m using a lot less, and a lot more subtly; I’m starting to agree with him.”

“Me too; it’s sure a lot quicker getting ready in the morning.” Kelly adds.

“You think I’m pretty?” Janice asked me quietly.

“I don’t just think it; I know you are.” I replied. “You’ve got great features and such a nice complexion; and your body seems to be truly excellent, though it’s hard to tell, you hide it so much.”

“I’m just not sure of myself, of the whole sex thing,” Janice said. “I need a good experience to help me figure it out, make it not so complicated.”

Kelly and Irene are looking at each other, and nodding their heads; I’ve seen that look before, and my life got really complicated. “No ladies; no way,” I assert. “I’m having a hard time keeping up with you two; I couldn’t possibly ... she’s probably not interested anyway.”

“Just one time, one afternoon or evening,” Irene pleads, “She can have my turn; you’ll make it so good for her. She’s one of my best friends; I want her to feel as good as I do.”

“It’s okay with me,” Kelly chimes in, “and we promise not to tell anyone about it.” I’m sure I’m sitting there with my mouth hanging open again. I look at Janice; she’s got a speculative look in her eyes, and a small smile on her face.

“Wait a minute,” I hesitate; “how long have you girls been thinking about this, talking about this? Janice is very nice, and I like her; but this is a little crazy, don’t you think?”

“No crazier than the three of us, and you know how good that is,” Kelly states. “What’s the worst that could happen? We keep it a one-time thing, and everybody’s happy at the end.”

I don’t really have an answer for that, at least one I’m willing to share. “Are you sure?” I ask Janice. “Actually, my first question is; why do you want to do this?”

Both Kelly and Irene start laughing. “I told you he wouldn’t just jump at this,” Kelly started; “he’s got to know why. He’s always reading and thinking about stuff; especially how people act and think.”

Irene adds, mostly to Janice; “And you don’t get any idea of how quick he is mentally just looking at him, he’s just another guy; then he speaks and you realize there’s a lot going on in his head. He is a guy, and it won’t take that much to talk him into this, but you will end up talking to him first at least a little; and not just simple, casual conversation.”

“I’d like to make love with you,” Janice said. “It would be fun, and I’d know when I come through that door what’s going to happen; there wouldn’t be any fumbling around, unlike the couple of dates I’ve been on. Just think of it as teaching me what I need to know, so I’m prepared for when my guy comes around.”

“It’s supposed to be fun, as far as I’m concerned, for both of us; if it’s not fun we’re doing it wrong,” I say, speaking to Janice. “The girls are right, I’d like to get to know you better;” I think for a few moments, then make a suggestion; “We’re almost to the weekend; I think you know just how busy we are at the restaurant, and how late it is before we finally get home. Sunday is wide open for us; I usually make a nice dinner, we laze around and watch TV or go to the movies, then at night the girls get ready for school and we all go to sleep in our own rooms. If your serious about this you could come over Sunday afternoon...”

Irene jumps in; “You could do what you did for me; make her a nice Sunday dinner and play around in the afternoon. We can stick around for the dinner if you want; then go out and leave you alone. It would be really nice if you let her spend the night...”

“I can spend the night, if I want?” Janice asked.

“I guess so; you can go to school with the girls in the morning. I would highly recommend you do your homework before Sunday; but that’s up to you,” I chuckle.

“I remember our first time,” Irene spoke up from the end of the couch; “he took a couple hours just talking to me and getting me to relax. It took forever before he first kissed me; when it finally happened, I was ready and eager for more. He was so gentle and patient, letting me explore his body and take the lead; it was wonderful. Of course, now there are times now when I just want him to do me; and he does that too,” she laughed.