Chapter 3

(MFF) (edited)

Mike was sitting on the couch, flipping channels, not really watching anything. He heard the door rattle. Ashley’s head popped through.

“Oh, good Mike! Here, how do you like my new look?”

As if she was a ballet dancer, she glissades across the floor and does a little pirouette.

“Ok, Ashley, may I ask what you are doing? And what you are wearing?”

She doesn’t answer but instead switches her body language to something rather more suggestive. With a swish of her hips, tossing her gauzy skirt in a twirl of torso, hip, and thigh, she glides in a fluid spin ending directly in front of him. Her eyes lock to his face as she arches her back seductively, gyrates her chest in a semi-circle pressing bare breast against thin blouse, still moving to hidden music. Her ribcage lifts as she tightens her midriff, flattening her belly. She releases her breath in a ripple of muscles down her torso, her belly button moving hypnotically. Her hands slide down her midriff ending sensually at the intersection of thigh and hip as if desiring to touch herself. She pauses, and her hands flourish outwards and repeats the movement, again reaching as if wishing to touch breast and mound.

He watches her erotic dance, a mixture of belly, ballet, and strip. She giggles as she watches his mouth slowly open as if caught in mid-word.

“How do I look?” she pauses, then starts again without waiting for a reply, spinning away.

Her movements are fluid, sexually charged. His eyes search for views of what is between her legs, tantalizingly close, but never actually seen. He allows his gaze to return to breasts as their filmy covering touches then releases their bareness. His eyes glide up her body to meet with her eyes, sultry, and full of mischief.

“Don’t you like me?” again, not waiting for his reply.

She spins on bare feet with another flurry of skirt and hip. A flow of curved bottom and hints of puffy lips thinly covered show between her gapped thighs briefly as she turns. She is back facing him again as he follows her hands cross her undulating belly and down as if searching for pleasure between her thighs. He is looking for that pleasure; a hint of her flower. She giggles, again pausing, with her only movements being her breath and a hand slowly lifting her skirt up her outer thigh.

He whimpers, “Yes,” as he reaches out for her.

She gyrates away from his grasp, “So you like my new dance class?”

He watches as she continues her erotic gestures with her body, hands, and eyes, again ending by lifting the hem of her skirt in a sexually charged flowing movement.

“I think I need to come to visit this class! Is this REALLY what you do? And what you WEAR?”

She stops her dance and tiptoes towards him.

“Don’t you like?” as she moves in smooth undulations of breast and hip towards him.

“They don’t allow guys in this class, I assume?”

“Sure, they do! Though there is only one guy.”

“Lucky bastard ... Fuck! You aren’t doing this with HIM?”

“Silly! He’s gay! Is Teddy jealous?”

She steps closer, and he grabs her pulling her to him and into his lap. Her arms wrap around his neck, and he holds her tight. She kisses his cheek as his hands move down her soft, filmy skirt, now finding that she has a lace Clara thong underneath almost matching her skin color. He runs his fingers over the material across her thigh and down between her legs as he kisses her. With this and her near see-through blouse accenting her young and perky breasts, he finds her doubly attractive.

“Ash, yes, I am. And seeing you like this, your costume, your dance...”

She whispers into his ear, purposefully breathing each word, “So you do like it! And you like my dance!”

He decides to kid her, “Are there many other pretty girls in your class? Maybe I should join?”

She knows what he’s doing, “Oh lover, you couldn’t handle all of us!”

“Well, I would die trying!”

She slides smoothly out of his lap, takes his hand, and he follows her willowy undulating bottom towards his bedroom.

Taylor arrives home, finding the condo quiet.

“Hello?”

She slips out of her shoes and unbuttons her pants, glad to get out of their one size too small fit. She drops her books on the counter and tugs off her pants. She lifts her top and removes her confining bra, releasing her well-endowed bosom and straightens her shirt back over them. Her nipples harden in the coolness of the room. She’s glad to get out of the June Florida heat. Her finals are over, and she wants to celebrate.

Pulling a joint out of her purse, she decides to start early. She assumes the others should be home soon, and she’d like to see if they want to come to the club with her. Knowing that her Sugar doesn’t like it if they smoke inside, she goes out onto the balcony, back into the heat, but at least there is a breeze with her lack of clothing and evening now falling. Her long thin legs balance her as she leans against the banister and takes a hit. Her midriff now bare as she rolls up her shirt and ties it in a knot. Her blue cotton boyshort panties are the only thing between her chest and her toes. She takes another hit and relaxes, glad classes are over.

Finishing her joint, she heads back inside for a bit to eat and some water, removing her shirt to get ready to change. She hears a noise. Neighbors? There’s a blump, like something dropping onto a floor. Then a soft bump, bump, bump. Thinking she’s alone, she goes to investigate. Her and Ashley’s room look its usual mess. Blump. Upstairs maybe? She goes towards the bathroom but sees Mike’s door is partially open. Bump, bump. She peeks in, starting to realize what it is.

“Oh My God, YOU TWO are incorrigible!” Taylor cracks up at the sight.

Mike’s on his knees, hairy old man butt hanging out in the air facing her and his head down in Ashley’s crotch. Her legs are sticking straight up reaching for the ceiling as he is obviously eating her out. Her arms are over her head gripping tightly onto the headboard railing. The bed intermittently bumping the wall.

Ashley growls angrily at Taylor, “Tay! Can’t we have a bit of privacy?”

Mike looks up at Taylor, his hair a mess and a shit-eating grin on his smeared face. Taylor is cracking up at the sight, saunters on in, and sits cross-legged on the floor facing them. Mike stares at Taylor, sitting there with nothing on, but her boyshorts now stretched and camel-toed. Her breasts like headlights shining in his eyes.

“Your Teddy looks like he’s a little worse for wear. You’re working him too hard, Ash!”

Ashley ignores her and forces Mike’s head down to get back to business. She closes her eyes to try to forget that Taylor is in the room.

Taylor doesn’t let up, “If you guys will hurry and finish, I want to take you out to celebrate.”

Ashley flips a bird as she tries to regain her lost orgasm. She gives up as she’d now lost her concentration while Taylor continues to sit there nonchalantly in the room, staring at them. Ashley lets Mike go, and he starts to climb up on her. Taylor lets out another laugh as she watches his stiff pecker bouncing toward Ashley as he crawls.

“Mike, I give up. I can’t do this with our peanut gallery, TAYLOR!”

He gives her a forlorn look, then looks over at Taylor.

Ashley chastises him, “And NO! You don’t get to play with Taylor, either, buster.”

The two girls share a twinkle and a giggle. He laughs and rolls off to the other side of Ashley as she starts to get up.

Taylor speaks up, “We can postpone this for later, but I need to celebrate now!”

“Celebrate what?” both Mike and Ashley ask almost in unison.

“Oh, no, you guys are starting to sync like an old married couple, no offense, Ash. We are going out! I finished my classes! I will be graduating!”

By this point, she and Ashley were up and hopping like bunnies and tittering like tweens.

Ashley gleefully says, “Tay, that’s wonderful! Don’t you think so, Mike?”

Mike replies, “Excellent! That means I have one less tuition bill to pay...”

The two girls crash onto him, spanking and playing, tumbling his bed into shambles. Finally, to get them off him, he asks them if they want to go out or just stay here and fuck. Another round of slaps ensues, and the two jump up, heading for their room and then to take over the bathroom for the next hour or so.

When the girls reappeared, his heart skipped a beat. It was a good thing they weren’t his daughters as he would have locked them in their room and guarded them with a shotgun. The girls were cute (ok, beautiful) no matter what they wore or didn’t wear, but this was, well, impressive! Taylor appeared first wearing a rose Adella Slip Dress with a sheer lace bodice, spaghetti straps, very light and airy, ending in frills and ruffles well above the knee and cut so that one thigh was wholly exposed as she walked. She had matching 4” Landon heel tan sandals, painted toes, ankle bracelet, and nude, well-tanned legs; no pantyhose. She wore her hair down her shoulders and Peru earrings with a thin gold chain necklace. As she approached, all that was lost as he looked into her eyes, sparkling green like emeralds, accented by her long dark lashes, black eyeliner and light rose eye shadow. She smiled with rosy cheeks and pink lips as she watched his expression.

At first glance, he thought she was wearing just a slip; the material so obviously thin and light, until he realized that was her dress.

He took a breath, “Taylor, ah, Wow, just Wow!”

Then Ashley timed her entrance and came up beside Taylor. SHIT! She had on a jet black Candace slit midi dress, at first appearing reasonable, almost modest, until your brain realized that slit on one leg went all the way up to her hip. It didn’t help that it looked like the dress had to be painted on; it fit every girl curve from knee to breast. It was strapless, held up by sheer desire to keep the girl with some semblance of modesty. The material was flawlessly smooth and flowed over her as if she was made for it. Her hair also worn down and loose, two strands of hair curled on either side of her face, her blue eyes shown brightly like beacons, beckoning the hapless male to crash into the rocks. She wore just the lightest tan eye shadow, with darkened eyebrows and lashes. Lips also in pink lipstick. Silver hoop earrings and black Kiki heels matching the height of Taylors’, finished out her look.

“Well?” Ashley asked.

Mike had to pause, letting his brain return to functioning.

“Not too bad, Ash,” he kidded her.

Her eyes went wide, and she batted him. The two girls giggled as he fumbled around trying to recover. He quickly discarded the beach café he had planned and switched to an upscale Japanese Teppanyaki.

“Shit, I guess I need to go change real quick,” looking at his polo shirt and jeans.

At the steak house, after the two girls poured themselves out of his car, him having a coronary watching sexy legs and a quick flash of red lace panties, they made it inside and were seated at a hibachi grill with several others. The two girls were immediately hit on by two young, tall, well-dressed males that Mike was trying to give the evil eye to.