Chapter 5

June 26^th, 2020

Not looking under the sheet was harder than it seemed, but after their shower, Aisling had made sure to put herself between him and the body concealed on the far side of the bed. She snuggled up firmly against him and made sure he didn’t move too far over.

At some point in the night, he must’ve been accidentally tugging on the blanket because he felt Aisling’s fingers pulling his hand up and placing it back over her breasts, a tiny little giggle burbling from her half-conscious lips.

Andy drifted back off to sleep and slept through the night.

In the morning, he was half awake when he heard two voices talking from the foot of the bed.

“Does he always crack such a fat in the morning?” an unfamiliar voice said.

“A lot of men often wake up hard,” Aisling’s voice said. “You want to touch him, don’t you?”

“God help me, I do,” the other voice said again. “I really, really, really do.”

“Then go ahead.”

“I can hear you, you know,” Andy said, reaching up to rub at his eyes.

“Ah. Well g’day, Andy,” the voice said. “I’m Lauren.”

He opened his eyes and sat up a little bit, looking down at the foot of his bed. To the right of his feet stood Aisling, completely naked. She had a huge smile on her face, her fiery hair hanging loose over her shoulders and down across her perky tits.

To the left of his feet stood a huge woman. She wasn’t heavy, but she was sizable, far taller than Aisling was, and more muscular. Not overly so, but fit, like an athlete. Statuesque. It was hard to gauge how big she was, but from his vantage point, and using Aisling as reference, Lauren had to be over six and a half feet tall. She was blonde, a long dark golden mane that hung over plump tits down to her waist. They were large full breasts with obvious tan lines. In fact, he could also see tan lines forming a mark where he imagined a bikini bottom normally was. She had a small triangle of dark blonde hair over her pussy, with her toned thighs pressed firmly together. One of her nipples had a barbell through it, a simple silver adornment. She also had a silver hoop through her navel.

“Hope ya like the view,” she said after what Andy felt like was far too long of him being silent. She was gorgeous, but she also looked nervous, maybe even shy, as her striking blue eyes looked down towards his feet. She was older than Aisling, maybe a little less than Andy’s age, in her mid-thirties. The accent implied she was Australian or from New Zealand, although it felt like it had faded a bit.

“Don’t just sit there silently, Andy,” Aisling said, slapping one of his feet. “Say something.”

“You’re absolutely stunning, Lauren.” He pulled his legs back to sit up, making room for the two girls to get onto the bed. “Far too lovely to be saddled with a wreck like me.”

Lauren blushed a little as she moved to sit down. “Now don’t say that. You’re right handsome.”

“What was yesterday all about?” Andy asked as Aisling slid up further onto the bed.

“I’m, uh...”

“Go on, honey,” Aisling said. “You can tell him.”

Lauren looked down, placing a hand on his thigh, before she drew in a deep breath and lifted her other hand up to push waves of blonde hair from her face, looking up at him. “I’ve always identified as bisexual, but I’ve never been with a fella before, Andy. So, while I told myself this is what I wanted, I was so afraid when I got here that I kinda froze up.”

Andy frowned a little bit. “Lauren, if you don’t want–”

Her fingers gripped firmly on his thigh, as she looked up at him, her eyes almost ablaze. “NO. No, Andy. I do want. I so want. I’m just ... I’m just nervous that I’ll be bad at it. Or that you won’t want me. I’m certainly not as young and pretty as Aisling is. I mean, just look at her. I do alright, but I’m worried that I’m just a bit of a prawn in comparison to your other Sheila.”

“Prawn?”

“Y’know, a dog.”

Aisling shook her head. “She thinks she’s what American dickheads call a butterface.”

“Oh god, Lauren,” Andy said, putting his hand over hers on his thigh, squeezing it tenderly. “You’re beautiful. Whatever man told you that you were ugly was out of his fucking mind, stupid, and blind, and I wish I could meet him so I could kick the shit out of him for you.”