Modern living has advantages and disadvantages, and sometimes, one gets a bit of spice from the aforementioned advantages. The crowding of houses close enough to touch created townhomes and condos, and some advantages. I live in a townhouse and the neighbor's across the walkway moved out recently, and I was hoping that someone interesting would move in. I didn't have to wait too long, as a week later, Michelle and her friend, Jackie moved in.

Their place is a small two bedroom, two bath mirror image of my own, and on the Saturday they moved in, I said hello and gave them a hand moving a few of the larger items in. Sunday, Michelle knocked on the door and asked if she could borrow a screwdriver. I gave her several tools and went about my errands for the day, noticing that the girls were making good headway in getting their new home straightened out. It was late afternoon when I returned home from the store, and Michelle again knocked, returning my tools. We chatted for a while, and I asked how things were going. Jackie came out, wiping sweat from her face and said that they still needed to finish filling a waterbed. I offered to cook them steaks for dinner, at my place, and treat them to a well deserved break. They hesitated for all of one second and agreed. I asked if six o'clock would be alright, figuring they would want to clean up. Agreement and smiles, and we parted until dinner.

Dinner went fine, and I put on a good, but simple, meal of steaks, corn, and salad for the girls. I was delighted, as they were both good company for a single guy, both very attractive, and, I hoped, both unattached. Conversation at dinner centered around where good restaurants, stores, and such were in this part of town, and humorous horror stories of previous moves we'd all made. After dinner, we talked a while longer, then ambled across the walkway to make sure that the waterbed didn't overfill, and to fumble about until I excused myself to clean up the dinner dishes. I didn't want to overstay my welcome, and they had plenty to do yet. Later that night, Jackie waved "goodnight" to me through the front window, and I smiled and waved back. Things seemed like they were going to be very pleasant around here!

The week went slowly, and I found myself eagerly rushing home, so that I could spend some more time with these lovely ladies. That weekend, they both went out shopping, and I ended up playing baseball with friends. Then we saw little of each other for the next week, except for the morning rush out the door. I'd had to work late several nights that week to get out a project, so I came home to see their place dark.

Friday night I left work early, intending to be home when Michelle and Jackie arrived, and perhaps invite them to dinner again. This time, I wanted it to be more relaxed and unhurried. As luck would have it, traffic delayed me, and I arrived home about seven, just in time to see the girls leaving with two other guys in a BMW. Something about the best laid plans of mice and men...

Of the two of them, it was hard to decide which I liked better. Michelle seemed to be a bit tomboy-ish, but she also had the fuller figure. Michelle is a pretty brunette, about five seven, blue eyes, about 120, and a pair of breasts that seem to beg to be touched. She keeps her hair over her shoulders, and her lips appear to curve up at the edges, giving her a very seductive smile. Jackie is smaller, about five four, slim, and petite. A natural blonde, with small, "pert" tits that don't need a bra, blue eyes, and legs that look delicious in shorts. Both girls have behinds that are nicely shaped. Michelle is older, about 28, and Jackie is 19, which I learned when pouring the wine during our dinner together.

Saturday, I had a flying lesson, and left very early. I returned about four that afternoon, noticing that the drapes across the walkway were open and the TV was on. Minutes after I had arrived, there was a knock at the front door. I opened it and saw Jackie standing there, wearing an exercise outfit, which was clinging tightly to her slim form. She was returning a hammer that Michelle had borrowed earlier and forgotten to return. I asked if they would be free for dinner, but Jackie, thanking me all the same, said they had plans for the evening. I smiled and said "some-other-time-perhaps" and she smiled, saying "maybe-Sunday-let-me-talk-to-Michelle".

That night I stayed in, watching an old movie on the tube. About ten o'clock I decided that I might as well turn in. Then I noticed I'd forgotten to mail my bills, so off to the mailbox I went. It was a pleasant summer night, so I walked down to the mailbox and strolled slowly back to the house, taking my time to just enjoy the evening. As I walked up the dark walkway by Michelle and Jackie's place, I heard hushed voices and saw a dim light through the wooden fence. I slowed, and peered between two boards that had warped apart over time. My eyes must have been as wide as saucers as I looked into their back yard. In the master bedroom, a full size glass door faces the fence, and I could see them both in bed, the dim light of several candles illuminating their bodies. Through the glass, I could see Jackie, lying on the bed, completely naked, with her arms and legs in a spread-eagle position. Michelle was kneeling next to her, dressed in a garter-belt, stockings, and a corset, with her breasts over the top of the cups. Michelle was running her hands over Jackie's body, lightly teasing her. Michelle held a feather in one hand, occasionally drawing it ever so lightly across her blonde friend's nipples or abdomen, making her toss her head. I stood spellbound, watching them play and caress. Jackie would reach up and caress Michelle's ass with her hand, only to have Michelle firmly slap her hand and move away. I watched for about ten minutes, the bulge in my pants demanding attention desperately. I decided that I should go home, take a deep breath (or a cold shower) and perhaps return later to see if they were still going at it.

Inside my own house, I wondered if they were lesbians, or perhaps bisexual, as I had seen them going out the night before. It was about midnight when I quietly returned to the fence. Jackie was still spread-eagled on the bed, but now Michelle had removed her corset. My eyes were better adjusted to the dim lighting, and I could see Jackie's large, dark, nipples contrasting with her fair skin. Michelle's nipples seemed darker and fuller too. Michelle was using a small dildo on Jackie's pussy, and Jackie seemed to be near to orgasm by her frantic head tossing. Michelle stopped and Jackie seemed to beg her to continue but I couldn't hear her words. Michelle sat near her, touching her several places, except for her pussy or tits. Then I saw why Jackie had stayed in her position so long. She was tied to the bed with a white cord around her wrists and feet. In the dim light, the cord blended with her fair skin and the sheets. Michelle started to do something that almost made me come in my pants as I stood and watched. She reached between her own legs and fingered herself, then she ran her fingers over Jackie's cheeks. She did this several times, spreading her own juices on the blonde's face. Everywhere. She did her forehead, nose, lips and chin. Jackie licked at the fingers, but Michelle wouldn't let her, waiting until she calmed down first. Michelle then took the dildo from Jackie's pussy, and sucked it, running her tounge all around the ersatz cock in front of her friend's face. Then she returned it to Jackie's cunt, working it back and forth before withdrawing it again. Now she rubbed it over the blonde's small tits, coating her nipples with her own creamy juices. I glanced around, realizing that I might get into trouble "peeking" like this, but I couldn't pry myself away. The sight of these two beautiful women loving each other was too much for me to pass up.

Michelle kept repeating this for a long time, until, at last, she leaned over, placing her head between Jackie's spread thighs. Jackie erupted in a noisy orgasm, panting loudly enough that I could hear her clearly. I looked around again, then back to them. Jackie was straining at her bonds, writhing like a snake under Michelle's assault. Seconds later, Jackie lay sweating and panting on the bed, as Michelle untied her wrists and ankles. They held each other then, kissing and stroking each other softly.

I returned home, trying to figure out how best to approach either of them as a sexual partner, with the idea of joining their fun. I lay in bed, tossing and turning for another hour. It was nearly three am when I got up and dressed, and walked over to the fence once again. I thought they'd be asleep, but I was wrong. This time, Michelle lay on her back, while Jackie rapidly and repeatedly plunged the didlo into her wide-spread cunt. Just as Michelle started to come, Jackie removed the dildo and buried her face between Michelle's legs, riding her bucking form until she collapsed in a panting heap. Jackie crawled up and held the bigger girl, kissing her and stroking her head. I again returned home, and this time, I played a game of "beat the bishop" to satisfy the tremendous urges they'd aroused.

Sunday, I smiled and chatted with Jackie as she swept the front step off, and asked her what she'd done to her wrists, as they were both a bit bruised. I knew, of course, the cause, but wondered how she would cover it up.

"I must've done that moving stuff." she said quietly. Jackie wore her shorts and exercise outfit, and I realized how little it really covered her. Michelle came out, headed for the store, and I brought up dinner again.

"That's a nice idea." She said. "But it's OUR turn to treat you."

I insisted that they needn't go to the bother, but Michelle insisted, saying that dinner would be a six, and that this time, we could all go for a swim in the pool before hand. I agreed, if for no other reason, than to see them in sexy swim suits.

At five, I knocked on their door, and Michelle answered, wearing a dynamite swimsuit that revealed more than it hid. I wore a pair of short trunks, and we looked each other over.

"Oh my gawd! I've died and gone to heaven!" I said, after whistling at her choice of swimwear.

Michelle laughed, "Wait 'til you see what Jackie's wearing." She said as she motioned me inside. I entered, laying my towel over the back of a chair.

"Want anything to drink?" Michelle asked. I declined, but she went to the kitchen to retreive her wine glass.

"Ta-Daaaa!" Jackie said, appearing from her bedroom. Jackie's suit was almost truly indecent, and I could feel my prick begin to bulge right away. Jackie's suit top was no more than two small circles of fabric that covered her nipples, just barely, and were held in place by very, very thin strings. The bottoms were high, french-cut, leaving the sides of her thighs exposed, and most of her lovely bottom. The fabric dove down between her legs at a severe angle, covering only about 1/2 of the area normally covered by her pubic hair. She'd shaved, that was obvious. As she modeled, I realized that the suit bottom must be only about a half-inch above the top of her slit.

Looking at this took much less time than to explain it. In comic response, I clutched at my heart, feigning cardiac arrest. Michelle laughed again, but Jackie looked at me a bit exasperated.

"I'd hoped you'd have grabbed something else!" She said sternly.

"Will these suits be okay?" Michelle asked.

"Okay for who?" I retorted. "I love 'em! But some old biddy is likely to get her nose out of joint."

"Well, I guess we don't go swimming then." Jackie said dejectedly.

"Why not?" I asked. "Who cares what they think?"

We went over to the pool, towels draped over our shoulders, and found to our surprise that it was empty of people. I was glad for the cool water, as it took care of a swelling problem for me. The girls were both excellent swimmers and I wisely gave up early, rather than wear myself out. We returned to the house and Michelle offered some more wine. This time I accepted. They were cooking a small turkey, and it wasn't done, so we sat in the living room to talk. Our suits were still damp, and I put my towel down on the sofa. Michelle sat at one end of the sofa, with Jackie in a chair closest to me at the other end. We talked for a while about people's attitudes towards nudity and how silly most of them were. After a short while, it began to get chilly, and Jackie got up and closed the drapes.