Chapter 2

Lettie said she’d bring Janie over the very next day, the Monday evening. Clearly she’s not a girl to let grass grow under her feet.

I could appreciate that places for teenage girls to have sex together, in any relaxed way, would be few and far between. Even these days not many parents are that broad-minded, and I didn’t suppose the Mellors were either.

She told me a certain amount about herself and Janie. Janie is her best friend and they have sex, though they both have sex with other girls and Janie with boys too. What I definitely did not know, because Lettie hadn’t really answered my question about it, was what my role would be.

Was I going to be a voyeur? Would Lettie even suggest that I give them some time alone? I had no idea. I had to trust that she wasn’t someone who would simply exploit me to gain access to my facilities, and to be fair she seemed a nicer person than that. The deal involved my liking girls, after all.

I wondered if she in fact had no real plan, and was going to play it by ear. She was, I was starting to think, bold enough for just about anything.

Anyway Monday evening finally arrived. Janie’s parents innocently dropped her off at the Mellors’, to work on a school project they thought, and Lettie promptly brought her across. Lettie’s own parents barely required an explanation, I was guessing. I think Paul and Amanda knew Lettie might visit a lot, and that’s what they’d been half warning me about.

So I answered the door and there they were. It was real, after all.

I made an effort not to stare at Janie, who was wearing a miniskirt and short top, but concentrated on just being pleasant as she was introduced. She was a redhead, good-looking, and about the same size as Lettie.

As we walked through to the pool room I was able to look at Janie from behind, seeing that her body is quite similar to Lettie’s: about five feet two or three, a fairly lightly built torso with a slightly heavier bottom half. Not ‘heavy’, you understand, equally lean in fact, but feminine.

We went through to the pool room and Janie was gratifyingly impressed. She seemed more like a normal fifteen-to-sixteen year-old than Lettie and a bit more eager to please; not ingratiating, but less totally self-sufficient, and kind enough to want me to feel good.

Looking at Janie more closely she was even prettier than I’d first thought, with a fairly long, thin face, fine features, a narrow, straight nose and grey eyes. I’ve always especially liked grey eyes for some reason. I took in her fair skin with freckles and her thick wavy hair, a touch shorter than Lettie’s, falling a few inches down her back.

She looked at me for a moment, no doubt thinking I was an average old guy: medium height, medium build, and old. Well I didn’t have much idea how I looked at all these days, to a girl. I’d been reasonably popular back in the day, at least among girls who thought it was cool to be diffident and ‘quiet’, but it had been a long time since the question had arisen. I still had all my hair, at least, even if it was grey.

“Shall we swim?” Lettie asked, starting to undress.

I saw Janie look uncertainly at me, and excused myself to go and get changed in the house. When I came back Lettie had just pulled Janie into a kiss, both of them in one-piece swimsuits. Janie jumped back as she heard the door.

“It’s OK,” said Lettie, pulling her in again, “David knows, he’s cool about it.”

She forced a quick kiss on Janie before Janie could extricate herself. Janie looked at me, going red.

“Yes it’s fine, Janie,” I smiled at her, “I know you two are girlfriends, you carry on.” I dived into the pool and did quite a few lengths without looking up. When I did, seeing a shadow, Lettie was just ready to jump in.

Janie jumped in after her, and for a few minutes I did some slow lengths while they swam a bit, splashed about, and then stood talking in the shallow end. I wasn’t sure if I should be joining in or not. And if so, how. What did I have in common with them? What had they just done with each other?

I looked at their four gorgeous thighs each time I passed, until Lettie moved into my way and I stopped and stood up, quite close to them.

“Janie wants to know how old you are,” she said with a smile.

“I’m sixty-five,” I admitted, trying not to sound like it was a fault, “but not all that old inside. How old are you two?”

“We’re about sixteen,” Lettie was grinning naughtily. Janie grinned with her, and I had to join in. We all knew she was playing with the idea they were underage.

“But we have some stuff in common don’t we?” she continued. “Girls, just for a start. Shall we watch some more videos?”

“Good idea,” I agreed, looking at Janie to see if she knew what kind of videos we were talking about. She didn’t: she was looking unsure, but willing to go along.

We settled on the mats facing the big TV, under the infra-red lamps I’d put in, with me on one side of the laptop, then Lettie and then Janie. Lettie looked for the teen lesbian site she’d been on the previous evening.

While she got under way I looked across, discreetly, at Janie’s swimsuit-clad body.

Her tits were possibly a bit fuller, if not really bigger, than Lettie’s, and her thighs were pretty similar. They were fantastic. So was her pelvis - wide but not tall, doing a fabulous job of marrying her delicious small waist to her thighs. She looked incredibly sexy. It was a toss-up who had the more riveting body. In fact it might have been a bit eerie how similar they were, except for their complexions and their heads and faces being so different.

I dragged my eyes away as Lettie’s site loaded. Janie jumped.

“Lettie!” she gasped.

“It’s OK,” Lettie reached for her and stroked her hip, “David’s cool with this. We were looking at these last night, actually.”

“Wow,” was all Janie said. She looked at me, trying to get her head round this granddad figure watching videos of young lesbians with Lettie. Then she looked back at the screen.

“I should have told you, but I wanted you to see,” Lettie was stroking her thigh now, “we can do what we like here, be together, everything.”

“But...” Janie struggled for words. I knew she was too polite to say what she was thinking.

Lettie sensed the sex sites weren’t right, I think. She went to youtube and started playing a random video. I could see her working on what to do. After a few seconds she seemed to think of something.

“David,” she said slowly, “I don’t suppose you’d let us smoke a bit of grass?”

“Lettie!” Janie was shocked all over again.

“Well Janie,” I said with a smile, “my generation invented smoking grass.”

“You did?” Even Lettie was surprised. But she was fishing a pre-rolled joint out of a bag already.

“Well you’ve heard of the Swinging Sixties?” I asked. “Isle of Wight Festival, the original ones? Woodstock? Hippies? Communes? That was me. I was smoking dope in 1967, and dropping a lot more besides. I daresay it’s hard to believe now.”

“Wow,” Lettie was grinning at me, Janie too. Lettie lit up, took a pull and passed me the joint.

The smoke wafted under my nose and memories flooded back, suddenly. I savoured a long, slow draw, held it down, and let it out. God. I’d been so respectable for so long. But back then...

“So what was it like?” Janie wanted to know. “Did you have long hair and everything?”

“It was down here,” I indicated some way below my armpit. The girls wanted to believe me, I could see, but were struggling to imagine it.

“It was a movement, very idealistic, against the Vietnam war and all kinds of selfish, aggressive things: materialism, the establishment, old ways of thinking. ‘Make love not war’, was one of the favourite sayings, and we certainly tried.” I grinned at the memories.

“Gosh,” Janie was interested, “so did you, like, really share, you know, everyone with everyone?”

“Yes we did,” I was remembering, “it was wrong to try and possess someone. Possessions were bad. Couples were not great. You just slept with anyone you felt like at the time.”

The reminiscences, and dope, were making me talkative: “There weren’t any diseases or aids like there are now, not that we had to worry about anyhow, and the pill had just arrived, so we just had a free-for-all. It could be completely casual, you know – meet someone, sleep with them perhaps, just like that, and then say goodbye if it was a festival or something.

“It was a movement, that was the thing. We were all together, all with this cause, and aggression was out - the idea was for everyone to be nice to each other. Love and peace. You’d pass someone and say ‘peace man’, and it wasn’t silly, we all meant it. It was a great time. Really great.”

Passing the joint on to Janie I had to lean over Lettie in her swimsuit, but managed not to look or touch.

“What was the music like?” she asked.

“The music was a big part of it. Blues, rock, psychedelic rock ... Hendrix, Cream, The Stones, Pink Floyd, all those. Yardbirds, Zeppelin...”

I’d forgotten it myself. It was years since I’d listened to it. The dope brought it all flooding back, the whole scene. Lettie passed the joint round again, I took a slow pull, and it felt wonderful.

Goodness, I was so rigid now, so correct. The people I mixed with were all rigid and correct.

But well, I didn’t have to be correct any more did I? No office to go to, no suit to signal my status and respectability ... what had happened to me since those days when I was young and free and a hippie?

“Could we listen to some?” Lettie seemed keen.

“Of course,” I said, “I’ll go and get the hifi, I’ve been meaning to bring it through.”

For the next few minutes I was busy bringing in my amp and speakers, that I did normally run from the laptop and TV but in the living room. I set the speakers up facing the hot tub, routed the wires for the surround-sound rear speakers, adjusted the stands and made all the connections.

It’s a decent system with a lot of power and I’d been looking forward to seeing what it would sound like in the pool room, with its high ceiling and all the water. I didn’t think the glass wall would do the sound any favours but I hoped an echo might be a bit like an indoor concert.

While I was doing it I took the odd draw from the joints that Lettie rolled. She started a second one, and she and Janie were starting to sound nicely stoned by the time I’d finished.

They were lying very close, legs mixed up, and in a minute they’d have been kissing I reckoned. I had quite a nice buzz starting as well, and my doubts about how to be part of it were evaporating.

I took the cover off the hot tub and looked at the girls.

“Shall we do this in comfort?” I asked them.

“Oh yeah,” said Janie, getting up. She got in, followed by Lettie, and I balanced the laptop on the edge, with the remote for the amp, then got in myself. It’s not a big tub and all our legs were touching, but by now nobody cared.

After a discussion which was carefree and only slightly hampered by the girls’ not knowing any of the music, I selected one of the more rocking tracks from the first Led Zeppelin album - How Many More Times _ and turned the volume way up. I didn’t have to worry about my nicely distant neighbours: I knew that whatever I did as long as the windows were closed they wouldn’t be disturbed.

The sound hit us. You could physically feel the energy, the bass vibrating us. It was like being at a concert, close to the stage, but in a hot tub with two teenage girls.

Lettie and Janie slid together, touching, as we all nodded our heads in time to the music. I smiled amiably at the them, feeling good. They were so sexy. How could they possibly not fancy each other?

The track ended. “What shall we have next?” I asked, “something modern? What are you into?”

“Let’s have Stone Sour,” said Lettie, “Made of Scars. It rocks.”

I found it online. I had no idea what to expect, until the first riff made the water in the tub shimmer. The track did rock, indeed. I really hadn’t expected these sweet girls to be into this kind of stuff.

They looked so well-behaved and nice – well they were of course – that dope, lesbianism and heavy rock didn’t fit the image at all. How great. I lay back and basked in the hot water, watching the band.

We played another couple of tracks, a Genesis, and one by a band called the Dead Daisies. When that one finished we all looked at each other.

“What a great sound!” Lettie grinned at her friend. Janie looked back, and I saw the connection take hold.

Lettie put her arm round Janie’s neck and pulled her into a kiss. Janie didn’t resist this time, and in a moment they were pressing together, their made-for-sex bodies looking even more arousing in combination.

As for me, I was instantly rock hard. It was like the good old days even for my cock.

I left the music on a playlist and turned it down so I could listen to the sexy sound effects as the girls kissed and fondled.

They couldn’t get their bodies lined up in the small tub, so Lettie stood up, stepped out and pulled Janie out with her. She grabbed the sexy redhead so they were standing mons to mons, tit to tit, one hand on her neck and one on her fabulous full, lean ass. Janie pressed eagerly back into Lettie, running her hands over Lettie’s equally delectable body.