Chapter 3

Back in more current times, Teri and I were enjoying our routine lives. Routine for us that is, probably not for most couples. Teri had introduced me to something called LFL, Lingerie Football League. I couldn’t believe my eyes when she first showed me on her laptop. Gorgeous young women, running around in their underwear, playing American Football. How could this possibly be a thing? But there it was, projected up on to our fifty inch Samsung TV, in glorious detail and colour. Bums and boobs bouncing everywhere, a young gay girl’s dream.Teri told me that she had been masturbating, or jilling off, as she called it, while watching it, since she was a teenager. Needless to say, I found it very easy to do the same.

And that’s what we were doing that evening when Lucy finally turned up. Laying back on the sofa, LFL up on the screen, Teri’s hand between my legs, and my hand between hers. Neither of us had cum, when the doorbell rang. We both sighed in frustration at the interruption, but I pulled my sweatpants up and Teri rearranged her skirt. While I went to the door, Teri quit the computer and turned the TV off.

When I opened the door, it took me a second to recognise who it was. The young woman standing before me looked very different to the Lucy we had met in the street a couple of days ago. She’d done something with her hair, probably just washed and brushed it, but now it cascaded down on to her shoulders, framing her pretty face. She had over done the make-up, probably in an effort to look more grown up, a bit too much eye shadow and the lipstick was too bright.