Part 4

This story is copyright © 2014 – 2019 by Robert W. Byrd

My fourth post here of erotic fiction. This is a re-edited version of the version I had posted on another site.

I have written these fictions because I enjoy reading similar stories and want to contribute to the cause. I hope to be able to write stories that are interesting and believable. I spent a lot of time writing the drafts, editing them, crafting them with great care for the enjoyment of you the reader.

These events are set in the ‘70s. There were no cell phones and color TV sets were still a rare sight.

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Visiting New Friends

As I left the house, I wondered whether to walk or ride my bicycle over to Roy’s place. It wasn’t far, only a block and a half; but I wanted to have a smoke before I got there so I decided to walk. I certainly could use the exercise.

After walking a short way, I got out a smoke and lit it up. As I smoked and walked I wondered what Roy’s place was like. I hoped his parents would like me ... there’s nothing worse than having a friend whose parents don’t like you. I had never been in that position, but I’ve heard about people who have been and apparently it sucks big time.

I got to the corner of the street Roy lives on and made a right onto it. It was a funny kind of a street; after walking just a short way after turning, the street itself took a left-hand twist and was now running parallel to my street. I flicked my cigarette down a sewer grate and in no time at all I was on the street looking at Roy’s house.

The house was quite a bit larger than ours; looking through the front windows I could see two large rooms as well as a large kitchen. There were a number of smaller windows on the second floor. It looked like there were at least three bedrooms up there facing the street. The enclosed garage beside the house had two doors and looked quite roomy inside.

I walked up to the side door of the house and rang the bell. I could hear a faint melody inside before Roy opened the door and welcomed me in.

“Hey, Nick! How are you?” Roy smile as he inquired.

“I’m good Roy, how about you?” I responded.

“I’m doing okay. Come on in and I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

I closed the door and followed after Roy as he led me into the front living room. All of Roy’s family was sitting, his parents on comfortable recliners and his sisters on the couch.

Indicating each person as he spoke Roy said, “Nick, this is my mom and dad, my older sister, Julie, and Anna who you already know.”

I put on my best smile and said “Hello” to everyone as they were introduced to me.

Roy’s mom was a very good looking lady; she was wearing a simple faded pink house dress that neither hid nor accentuated her surprisingly good looking figure. She had a pretty face with green eyes and a well-coiffed head of red hair. All her curves were in the right places and were showcased by a large pair of breasts, unencumbered by a bra. What I could see of her legs was very nicely shaped. She was a fine looking woman — if she were younger and I was older — my cock twitched just a bit thinking about it.

I said, “Nice to meet you” and looked her right in the eyes and gave her a big, bright smile; the kind of smile that a woman likes to see, a smile that said, “Hi there! Nice to meet you! You are a fine looking woman!”

She blushed a bit as I turned my head to Roy’s dad.

Roy’s dad was a big son of a bitch! He stood well over 6 feet and had an incredibly muscled body. He wore a blue denim shirt and blue denim work pants, both of which were obviously well used. As I walked towards him he stood up and I stuck my hand out and he gave it a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you Nick; Roy and Anna tell me that you’re a good kid!”

“I try to be sir!” I flashed my most sincere smile while firmly returning the handshake.

He smiled as he released my hand and said, “A good firm handshake, I like that in a man.”

I was happy that he liked my hand-shake and was a little awed that he considered me to be a man. I could also tell that he was impressed that I had used the word ‘Sir’. Such an easy thing to say and it always got good results.

I turned to the right, towards the couch so I could see Julie. “Nice to meet you, Julie ... I can see the apple didn’t fall far from the tree here, you look like a younger version of your mom.”

Julie looked right at me, trying to determine if that was an insult or a compliment. I continued, “what I am saying is you are both very beautiful women”. Both Julie and Roy’s mom flushed a bit and smiled at me.

“Uh ... thanks, Nick” stuttered Julie. I could see Roy’s mom beaming at me, obviously happy with my remark.

“No problem Julie, you really are quite stunning.” And she was too ... built to the same scale as her mother, great curves and an awesome swinging set of breasts. She was wearing a white button-down blouse and a plaid skirt along with long white stockings; her school clothes. Julie attended a Catholic school for reasons that had not yet been explained to me. I was sure Roy would tell me later.

And finally, I looked over to Anna ... sweet little Anna. She was wearing a loose-fitting tracksuit which did nothing to show her body off. Of course, with Anna it was her face and her smile that people looked at, she had a wonderful, friendly face and an absolutely radiant smile.

“Hi, Anna,” I said softly, “nice to see you again.”

“You too Nick, thanks again for all your help at school today.”

“No problem! I’m glad I was able to help you.”

“C’mon Nick, let’s go downstairs to the TV room,” Roy said, gesturing towards a staircase that led downstairs”.

I gave everyone else a quick smile and followed Roy downstairs. A quick glance backward revealed that both Julie and Anna were watching me as I descended the stairs. Roy and I sat down on a pair of recliner chairs facing the television set. It was turned on, but the volume was down quite low.

I asked Roy where Bill was and he told me they had gone into the city to do some shopping.

“So Nick, what do you think of the rest of my family?” asked Roy.

“Well; your mom and dad look like pretty decent parents, and your sister Julie is a knock-out. And your mom too, I bet she was a real head-turner when she was younger!”

Roy looked a bit uncomfortable, probably from trying to envision his mom and dad when they were younger, and all the things that a young couple like them might get up to.

“Yeah ... I think she’s a looker too” he finally admitted, a bit of a blush on his face.

“And Julie ... wow! You never told me she was a hot looking fox! And she’s got a big rack, just like your mom!”

Roy looked uncomfortable with my comments about his mom and sister but confided, “Yeah, I know. I sometimes get to see her nude and my cock gets right hard thinking about how good she looks.”

I confided to him, “My cock gets hard whenever I see a good looking woman ... young, old, whatever ... but not Anna of course! She is a real-life little angel, I could never think of her that way.”

“I know, she’s a sweet little thing; and anyone who fucks with her is going to know what it means to be in a world of hurt” Roy exclaimed, giving me an evil grin. I surely wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his fury.

“So, about Julie,” I asked, “why does she go to Catholic school?”

Roy looked around before answering me in a low voice, “Because she’s a bit of a slut, that’s why.”

“WHAT?” I said. I couldn’t believe it! Roy was saying that his own sister a ‘slut’. Wow!

“Shh!” he responded, “keep your voice down ... you don’t need to let everyone in the house hear you!”

“Sorry” I whispered back, “It’s just that I’ve never heard a guy call his sister ‘a bit of a slut’ before.”

“Yeah, well ... maybe not so much a slut as someone who loves sex a lot more than most girls her age.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah ... she first had sex when she was only fourteen, and shortly after that she told my mom that she needed to be on the pill.”

“Holy fuck ... what did your mom say?”

“She told Julie that she wouldn’t be going to public school anymore, and then took her to her doctor and got her on the pill. Mom can’t watch her all the time and she sure the hell doesn’t want any unwanted pregnancies in the family.”

I was flabbergasted! Julie was on the pill and her mom knew about her sexual activities. Wow! I could hardly believe it.

“And that’s not all” Roy continued, “her best friend Heather Stone loves sex and fucking even more than Julie. She’s on the pill too and has been since she was 14. She and Julie are as thick as thieves; you almost never see one of them without the other one being close by. Heather only goes to the Catholic school because Julie goes there; she wasn’t forced to go by her family ... although I’m sure they think it’s a better place than public school.”

“Is Heather hot too?” I asked.

Roy made kind of a short raspberry noise before answering, “Oh yeah ... just picture Julie, only a hot looking blonde with even bigger boobs than her.”

“Oh wow! I bet she looks good in her school uniform too! I can’t wait to see her for myself.”

“Heh ... you won’t have to wait long, she is over all the time visiting Julie. The two of them spend all night in Julie’s room, giggling and whispering and who knows what else. Julie says it’s just girl stuff, but she keeps her bedroom door locked.”

I closed my eyes and reclined the chair, thinking of both Julie and the as yet unseen Heather. Big breasts are one of my favorite things, and the idea of two hot girls that liked to fuck had my cock as hard as a rock.

Meeting Heather

Roy looked at the clock on the wall and said, “Heather should be along any time now, you want to go upstairs and see when she gets here? We could go to the kitchen and have a Coke there while we wait.”

“Yes!” was all I needed to say. We left the room and climbed back up the stairs to the kitchen. Roy motioned me to have a seat by the kitchen table as he grabbed two Cokes out of the ‘fridge.

Roy spoke softly as he said, “Heather always comes in to say ‘Hi’ to whoever is in the kitchen when she gets here. I’m sure that she likes the attention she gets from the guys who see her. Try not to stare too much, and especially not at her boobs ... I never know how she will react to that ... sometimes it’s good and other times not so much.”

I nodded my head in agreement and took a swig of my Coke. A minute after that the door-bell chimed and in walked Heather, closing the door behind her before entering the kitchen.

“Hi boys” she purred as she walked over to the ‘fridge. She opened the door and bent over while picking up a can of Coke. Her skirt rode neatly up her ass revealing a pair of white, sheer silk underwear. I nearly spit out my pop ... she was only a few feet from me and I could clearly see the outline of her pussy pouch through the very sheer underwear.

Unfazed by this blatant display, Roy said, “Hey Heather, how are you? This is my new friend Nick from high school. We were just talking about you.”

“Oh? You were, were you? And what were you saying about me?” She had closed the door and turned to face us as she opened her can of Coke.

“I was just telling Nick that you were the hottest blonde in town, and a few other nice things about you as well.”

Heather looked right into my eyes, smiled, then asked, “What kinds of things has he been telling you, Nick?”

Heather was indeed a near twin to Julie; blonde hair instead of red, larger tits, and a set of legs that just kept on going and going. She also was wearing the same style of high white stockings ... that went right up to the bottom of her shapely ass. I also noticed she had a small black leather purse slung over her right shoulder.

My breathing was a bit jagged as I managed to stutter out, “Uhm ... nice things, lots of nice things.”

She moved closer to me, bending over at the hips until her head was right next to mine. I could clearly see the mounds and valley of her breasts as she leaned over and asked me, “Do you like these puppies, Nick? Are these one of the things you talked about?” She had a libidinous grin on her face as she watched me ogle her cleavage.

“Uh...” I really didn’t know what to say so I decided to be forthright with her. “Well ... yes — your amazingly marvelous breasts did come up in conversation. Roy warned me not to stare at them for too long, but I think I’ve already done that. I know it’s rude to stare, but I can’t take my eyes off them; they are absolutely fucking awesome ... pardon my French.”

Heather gave out a lusty laugh as she stood up and smiled at me. “Terri was right; you certainly speak your mind, but without being offensive.”

“Terri?” I squeaked out, “Really? Does she talk to every girl in this town? You don’t even go to the same school as her!”

Continuing to laugh, Heather headed up the stairs to Julie’s room. She looked over her shoulder at me, still with a lustful look on her face and said quietly “Yes, Terri told me all about you ... I’m quite keen to see if you live up to your reputation.”

I could feel the heat of my blush, still watching her ascend stairs.

And with that she was out of sight; I heard a door open and close, and the sound of the lock clicking into place; sealing the room from outside interference.

What did she mean exactly by me having a ‘good reputation?’ How did I manage to get a ‘reputation’ in such a short time? I smiled happily at the fact that it seemed to be a ‘good reputation.’ Perhaps one day, I would have an even better level of ‘reputation.’

I turned back to look at Roy; he was staring in open disbelief at me. “What the fuck Nick? You and Terri made out? When and where did this happen, and what the fuck were you two doing?”

Aside from looking incredulous, Roy also had a keen quizzical look on his face as well.

“Well ... it started at lunchtime yesterday and then finished up just before our bus left the school. I really can’t go into too much detail or Terri will tear my dick off. Maybe Heather will tell Julie and she’ll tell you. From what little I know about them, they’re probably talking about it right now.”

“Yeah, maybe ... Julie can’t seem to keep her mouth shut about Heather. She’s always bragging about her exploits, telling me how she likes to get it on with the guys. I eventually get most of the details from her, but it can take a while.”

I wondered, not for the first time, how all these women were communicating with each other. They didn’t even go to the same school, when did they find the time to talk to each other with such speed and detail? I could see that I was going to have to be very careful about what I said to anyone regarding the time I was spending with these very sexy, and very different women.

Roy stood up, adjusting his obviously hard dick, “Well ... let’s go downstairs and see if there is anything worth watching on the TV.”

We headed back downstairs and eventually ended up watching some adventure movie whose name I can’t recall anymore. At about 10:30 I said to Roy, “I should probably start getting home, I want to make a good impression on my mom. Getting home before my curfew is always a good way to do that.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean ... my parents get right uptight if I’m not home when I’m supposed to be.”

We walked back upstairs to find Heather and Julie sitting at the kitchen table, talking in low voices and smiling at each other.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” asked Julie. “Heather and I were just talking, and she was wondering if Nick could walk her home. She doesn’t like walking alone after dark, and she would really appreciate it.” She clearly enunciated the word ‘appreciate’ while giving me a lewd smile.

Roy gasped as I looked at Heather. She was trying hard to keep a straight face in spite of Julie’s bawdy pronouncement. “I really would appreciate it, Nick ... please?”

I was stunned ... Heather wanted me to walk her home? I thought about it for less than a fraction of a second before responding, “Sure thing; I’d be happy to walk her home.”

I looked at the clock again, it was getting late, there was no way I could walk Heather home and still be home before 11:00. “Can I use the phone, Roy?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks.” I picked up the phone and started dialing it, wondering what the hell I was going to say to my mother. A flash of inspiration hit me as I looked at Julie and asked, “Julie, would you mind talking to my mom about walking Heather home, and how she doesn’t like to walk alone at night, and that I’m going to be late getting home?”

Julie and Heather both grinned as Julie took the phone handle from me. I could hear the phone ringing and then my mother’s voice, “Hello.”

“Hi, this is Julie, Roy’s sister. A friend of mine is visiting me and we lost track of the time. She really doesn’t like to walk alone at night, and we were wondering if it would be alright for Nick to walk her home.”

I couldn’t make out what my mother was saying, but Julie was smiling ... I figured that mom wasn’t freaking out.

“Yes, I’ll tell him. Thank you very much; I’m sure Heather will be very appreciative. Okay, bye for now” she said before hanging up the phone.

“Your mom said you could walk Heather home, but no ‘dilly-dallying’. You’re to get straight home as soon as you drop Heather off.”

“Then it’s decided”, chimed Heather. She turned to Julie and said, “Thanks Julie, I really hate walking home alone at night.” She then looked at me and asked, “Ready to go Nick?”

I was past dumbfounded. My mother had agreed to let me take Heather home and didn’t’ seem upset that I was going to be late getting home. I could see that Roy was having trouble taking it all in himself. He kept looking at me, then Heather, then Julie, and once or twice at the phone, as if that would help him process what was going on.

“Jeez, Nick ... what the fuck?” he stammered. His face was a mask of questions, and I don’t think he had any idea of where to start asking them.

I just shrugged my shoulders at him, “I don’t know ... I really, really don’t. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. See you later then.”

Getting to know Heather, in much more detail.

Heather opened the door and walked through; turning to make sure I was following her. I closed the door behind myself and started walking alongside Heather.

After a little while, I asked Heather, “So, what have you heard about me from Terri then?”

Heather laughed lightly and responded, “Not just Terri, but also Sylvia and Lisa. You’ve been a busy little boy haven’t you?”

Thankfully it was dark or she’d have been able to see me blushing from my head to my toes. Shakily I asked her, “Sylvia and Lisa too? What did the three of them tell you about me?”

Instead of answering me immediately she took a step sideways and ahead of me. Reaching backward, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I gasped as I felt them through her blouse.

Without losing a beat she said, “They told me that you are a very nice boy and that you always think of other people before yourself. I heard that you have magic hands and an agile tongue. I heard that you can make a girl very happy, and I am already soaking wet thinking about what you are going to do to me before I get home.”

WHAT? Before I get her home? I had slowed down and Heather had to put her hands over mine in order to keep me up with her. While I was figuring out what the hell was going on I had, without thinking about it, started fondling her breasts. They felt like big soft tit shaped pillows. They were very ... not mushy, but they were bigger than a handful and easily massaged.

“Don’t be too confused Nick ... I’m sure that Roy has already told you that I’m one horny bitch.”

“Well ... he didn’t use the word ‘bitch’, although he did use the word ‘slut’.

She just gave a throaty laugh and said, “Well, he’s not wrong. I’m a fucking horny slut, and right now, I’m very, very horny. We need to walk much faster though, so hang on!”

I kept hanging on to those wonderful jugs as Heather and I started walking very fast. After a minute she started jogging, and I had to let go of her. Keeping pace, I started moving faster myself.