Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 2 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
         of three older teenagers
Keywords: mfF, nosex, oral, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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This story is based upon an incident which actually 
occurred to me.  I have edited history, with some 
liberties, based on the general premise of "If I only 
knew then what I know now".

What could I have done with the knowledge and confidence 
gained in the following couple of years, and the 
inclinations I have now.

In reality I made a choice between two people and had 
some rich experiences, but ...

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As no one is truly innocent I may or may not have used 
actual names in real or fictional circumstances.  Any 
resemblance to real persons or places will therefore 
probably be coincidental and should be ignored.

Please note that plot development is given a higher 
priority than hard sex.  The story takes a few chapters 
to cover the first couple of days - I hope you enjoy it 
enough to persevere.

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Comments appreciated : 
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Cilla, Sonia and I had discovered a mutual interest at a 
cast party following my school's annual theatrical 
production.    I had just managed to 'cop a feel' of both 
desirable young ladies as we sat out of sight in a tent 
set up to hold drinks at the party.

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We sat there for a few minutes, the girls just leaning 
into me while I tried to make them feel good.  We kissed 
occasionally and this seemed to have more affect on them 
than my other attentions.

I realised that the tent was not the best place to be as 
it was highly likely to be visited some time soon.  I 
disengaged my hands and slipped out between them and 
turned to face them, Sonia now on my right and Cilla now 
on my left.

"Do you trust me?", I asked as I rested my hands on their 
thighs and looked from one to the other.

"Hmm?  How?", from Cilla.

"Trust you in what way?", asked Sonia.

"I can make you feel real good without any risk if you 
want.  Maybe not now, but we could organise something if 
you would like.  If there's both of you there, neither 
one would have to worry about being alone with me.  If 
you say no to anything, you have someone to back you up. 
Anything that happens stays between the three of us."

I also realised that one saying yes would make it harder 
for the other to say no.  If I could pick the right one 
at the right time I may never get a "No" to any proposal.

They considered things for a moment and glanced at each 
other before answering.  You could see each girl trying 
to guess the other's response and apparently interested 
enough in me not to want to risk losing me by being the 
only one to decline.

"I suppose so".  It was Sonia who made the plunge first.

"Alright"  Cilla made it unanimous.

I squeezed their legs and turning to check outside the 
tent gave my first instructions.

"Slip off your knickers and give them to me."

I looked around.  No-one was interested in drinks.  Their 
thirsts had been slated some time earlier and glasses 
were left half full (I was certainly optimistic now) 
while they sat and talked.  We were safe for a while and 
I turned back into the tent.

Somewhat shy of me, and to a larger extent of each other 
since they would continue being neighbours regardless of 
how things turned out, they held their knickers down 
beside them until I put my hands out for them.

They raised them and placed them into my outstretched 
palms.  Both were soft cotton, Cilla's were a pale lilac 
with lace trim while Sonia's were white with yellow 
embroidered flowers across the top.  I put one pair into 
each side pocket.  Cilla had had to remove her pantyhose 
as well and I took those and put them away as well.

"You can have them back later unless you think I deserve 
a souvenir."

I moved between them and turned to lean against the table 
where I could watch the entrance.

"Turn around", I instructed and arranged them shoulder to 
shoulder in front of me.

I bent my knees and dropped down in front of them until I 
could catch the hem at the front of their dresses.  As I 
straightened their legs became exposed at the front.

I faced forwards rather than down and, looking them in 
the eyes in turn commanded, "Take hold of your skirts for 
me."

With just a little hesitation both of the lovely ladies 
complied.  I gave each a quick kiss in turn, varying who 
I kissed first.

I released the fabric and lowered my hands again.  I put 
my foot between Sonia's and gently indicated that she 
should move hers apart.  That being accomplished I 
straightened then repeated the silent process with Cilla.

I rubbed the backs of my hands across their bushes.  
Cilla had a luxuriant growth that was spongy and 
resilient against my hand.  Sonia's was finer, matching 
the strands on her head.  It was soft and the warmth of 
her pudenda was more obvious.

I turned my hands around and gently rubbed the surface of 
their outer lips.

I was conscious that they may be a little dry and did not 
want to cause them any pain.  If I didn't get to actually 
touch their pussies now it didn't matter.  I was 
establishing some ground rules and they were actively 
consenting to each other's presence and the actions 
taking place.  It would be easier to follow up later even 
if I had to see each girl separately.

As I slipped my finger further between their thighs I 
felt a dampness from Cilla and turned to her.

"Good girl", I encouraged and leaned to kiss her as I 
coated my finger and slid it between her puffy outer 
lips.

She grabbed my arm and pressed her lips to mine as my 
extended finger brushed lightly over her clit.

I reluctantly broke the kiss and turned to Sonia.  I felt 
a dampness at the entrance to her vagina but could not do 
more than touch it with her legs tight against my hand.  
Her shorter height was working against her and the tent 
was still not secure enough to allow us to get more 
involved.

As I took may hand away she moved her pussy to follow it.  
I raised my hand to my mouth and looked directly into her 
eyes as I coated my index finger with saliva.

Cilla was now humping against my right hand as I returned 
my left one to Sonia's warm pussy.  I could now slide it 
between her lips and the extra lubrication allowed be to 
make my way to the font of her womanhood.  I dipped my 
quill into her inkwell and proceeded to write an ode to 
ecstasy across her vulva.

We kissed as she gave a shudder when my finger vibrated 
over her fleshy clit.  She too grabbed my arm with one 
had but also slipped her other hand between my legs and 
gripped my thigh.  I was thankful that she had not 
grabbed my penis as I am sure I would have come, and even 
more grateful she had overlooked my balls given the force 
with which her fingers dug into the muscles of my leg.

I gave Cilla a kiss on the back of her neck as she rested 
her head against my upper arm and continued to play with 
both warm, syrupy pussies at the same time.

I did not want to come myself at the moment.  I could 
jerk off at home, and like most other teenage boys 
regularly did, but figured that I may never be able to 
repeat this event and thus did not want to miss one 
moment of the experience.

We heard some voices approaching and I stopped my 
actions.  The girls dropped their hems and smoothed their 
dresses as I turned and poured three drinks.

"There you are, a cola and a lemonade."

We moved over to let the others get access and let the 
tent wondering if they would notice the smell of wet 
pussies in the air.  If so I doubted that they would ever 
believe that it had anything to do with us since there 
were three of us present - two people may have been 
suspicious. 

"I'm sorry that I had to stop", I apologised.

"So am I", said Cilla, "it felt so good."

"You know", said Sonia, "Mum's gone out tonight and told 
me she wouldn't be home until after the party finished.  
She told me I could wait here if I didn't want to come 
home to an empty house."

"What about your Dad?"

"He's been gone for years.  There's just me and Mum."

"Can we slip away?" I asked the pair.

"It's probably easier if we're open about it.  If we've 
got an excuse to go over to Sonia's house, Mum and Dad 
won't think twice if they see us go there and if there 
are three of us they won't think any funny business is 
going on."

"Good thinking Cilla.  I owe you a kiss.  What can we 
get?"

"How about getting a few missing cast autographs on my 
souvenir program."

"Great idea Sonia!  Cilla, can you let your parents 
know."
 
"Sure.  Back in a tick."

Cilla went inside where her parents were entertaining the 
teachers and allowing the teenagers the feeling of a 
little privacy from adult supervision. 

Cilla returned and we walked as individuals, in case we 
were being watched, down the drive and across to Sonia's 
house.

"I thought you said your Mum was out", I asked.  "The 
lights are on."

"We leave a light on if we're out.  It makes it look like 
someone's home and means you don't have to walk into a 
dark house when you do come home."

Even so, Sonia called out when she went in - just in 
case.

"Mum?  Are you home?"

There was no response.

Cilla turned to me as the door closed and threw her arms 
around my neck.

"You said you owed me a kiss."

What could I do but pay my debts.

Sonia looked on, not entirely amused.  I think she felt 
she might deserve more of my attentions.

I gave her a quick kiss and told her to find the program.

"Why?  I'd rather continue where we left off."

"Ah.  So would I but we need to take it back with us and 
it's easier to say we had trouble finding it if we have 
to explain a delay than to have the delay and then have 
to find it."

Sonia puzzled that out, gave up and went to get the 
program.

I checked out the furnishings in the lounge and made sure 
that the curtains were drawn so no-one could observe us 
from outside.

"Come and sit down here", I instructed Cilla, indicating 
a rug in the middle of the lounge room and knelt down 
next to her.

When Sonia returned with the program, I instructed her to 
sit with us.

"Would you like me to continue?" I asked.

"Oooh yes", said Sonia.

"Yes, please" added Cilla.

"Okay then.  I want you to lay side by side on your backs 
with your feet towards me and your heads away."

The girls shuffled around and lay as instructed.

"Okay now lift your bums up."

I proceeded to lift their dresses up to their waists 
exposing their pussies to my view for the first time.

They lay there shyly, not knowing exactly how to position 
their legs nor what to do with their hands other than to 
hold their dresses in place.

Cilla was on Sonia's right and I gently moved her left 
leg away from her right.  Sonia got the idea and moved 
hers apart without being directed, her left ankle still 
in contact with Cilla's right.

They lay there expectantly.  I think that they were 
expecting me to continue to finger them.

Instead I knelt between Sonia's legs.

"I have to apologise for now.  I want you both to feel 
pleasure but for this I have to make you take turns.  
I'll start off giving you a little turn each but then 
you'll probably want me to continue until you come so 
please be patient with me."

I bent forward and kissed Sonia.  Not on the mouth but 
upon the furry entrance to her pussy.

I lay down and slipped my arms under her legs.  Her 
thighs were warm against my ears as I moved my head to 
help my tongue slide around and over her sweet pussy.

I dipped my tongue into her pooled juices and greedily 
swallowed the delicious nectar.  Her inner lips were fine 
and long and I sucked them back into my mouth even as I 
pushed my tongue between them, alternately searching for 
the entrance to her vagina and to the mound of her clit.

Sonia arched her back to bring her body more firmly into 
contact with my questing mouth.  She relaxed and then 
arched again.  I believe that she may have actually been 
enjoying herself.

I stopped the movement of my tongue, released her lips 
and gently sucked on the side of her thigh adjacent to 
her outer lips with a fine covering of soft dark hair.

She cursed softly as I moved from between her legs to 
kneel between those of Cilla.

Cilla who had been watching my ministrations to Sonia had 
become just a little worked up and when I positioned 
myself proceeded to push my head firmly into place 
against her pussy.

I got her to let up the pressure slightly and rubbed my 
nose between the folds of her outer lips and across her 
clit as I plunged my tongue into the virtual waterfall 
gushing from her vagina.

I would never have believed that there could be such a 
flood of the precious fluid and endeavoured to devour as 
much of the tasty lubricant as possible.

My chin and cheeks were coated and Cilla bucked as my 
tongue travelled back and forth between those tender lips 
and over the now prominent clit.

Once again I was surprised.  I know that I had not had 
much opportunity to study such things but the variation 
between Sonia and Cilla was amazing.

Sonia's nubbin was barely noticeable.  I had found her 
clit more from following her pussy to the ends of her 
lips and then experiencing her reaction when I did 
something right.

Cilla's on the other hand stood out, increasingly as she 
became more aroused.  When I had rubbed her in the tent I 
had noticed a lump which she liked me to touch carefully. 
Now, when I could feel it in my mouth, and subsequently 
look at it, it was more like a small erection.

I wrapped my lips around it and imagined that I was 
giving her a blow job, just with my lips.  I gripped 
Cilla's hips and firmly planted my mouth against her 
pussy while alternately sucking and letting her clit slip 
out.  The bucking really started then and when I started 
to flick my tongue across the end, Cilla almost crushed 
my head with thighs of steel.

My ear was bent back and I was having trouble getting my 
nose clear to replace the carbon dioxide building up in 
my lungs.  I had stopped playing with her clit and was 
finally able to draw breath as Cilla's shudders started 
to ease off.

I eased myself out from between her legs and stroked her 
arm as she started coming down again from the orgasmic 
heights she had reached.

"You better be able to do that for me you bastard", said 
Sonia.  "You've left me high and dry here and I want my 
turn too."

I turned to her and smiled.

"Sorry love.  One orgasm coming up if at all possible."

I leaned across to kiss her and noticed her reaction as 
my tongue entered her mouth.

I suddenly realised that my face was still damp from 
Cilla's juices and my mouth would be tainted with her 
taste.  I found it delicious but would she?  I moved back 
and looked into Sonia's eyes.

"How does it taste?  Have you tried pussy before?"

"It's hard to describe.  It's sweet but not like sugar 
and sort of musty but nice.  I have licked my fingers 
after touching myself in bed sometimes but never anyone 
else's."

"Cilla's pussy just flows.  There's so much and it tastes 
really nice.  You didn't have as much but yours has a 
sweeter taste, a bit like musk lollies.  The really nice 
thing about your pussy though is how wonderfully long 
your lips are."

"My lips?"

"Yes.  Pay attention as I suck on them.  I can suck them 
into my mouth and lick all your sweet juices off of 
them."

I move back between her legs and proceeded to nibble and 
such her inner lips as I had described.

I noticed a shadow and looked up to see Cilla's face near 
mine, watching as I munched away.

"Does her pussy really taste like musk?  Can I have a 
taste?"

"I moved my head away.  You could kiss me but you get a 
better taste if you kiss Sonia's pussy yourself."

I knelt back and Cilla bent over and touched her tongue 
hesitantly to Sonia's bush.

"No, you'll have to kiss her further down.  Try to run 
your tongue right along the crack until you get to her 
hole.  That's full of juices and you should be able to 
taste her properly there."

Cilla was kneeling next to Sonia and had her chin on 
Sonia's bush with her nose heading towards her puckered 
asshole.  She started with her tongue by the clitoris and 
moved it towards the vagina, picking up more juices as 
she went.

Cilla's hum of appreciation for the taste was only 
outdone by Sonia's moan of anticipation for more contact.  
Sonia was to be disappointed yet again however as Cilla 
sat up.

"It really is like musk lollies."

I had felt the stirrings that indicated that I wouldn't 
be able to hold out much longer and took the opportunity 
to slip a handkerchief inside my boxers and to wrap it a 
couple of times around the end of my penis.  Having taken 
steps to avoid a mess that might be hard to explain when 
we returned to the party, I lay back down and grasped 
Sonia's hips.

"It's a good thing I have a sweet tooth then", I 
responded.  "Why not let Sonia compare the two tastes."

"How?" asked Cilla.

"Give her a kiss, silly; let her taste the juices you 
have on your tongue."

"Oh!"  Cilla hadn't thought about kissing another girl 
but then she hadn't really thought about eating her pussy 
before she went and did it.  Oh well!

She leaded over Sonia and moved in for a kiss.

I had been busy resuming my duties while Cilla was 
thinking this over and Sonia was more concerned with the 
feelings between her thighs than over who was hovering 
over her mouth.

When Cilla made contact and drove her tongue into Sonia's 
mouth Sonia responded by thrusting her tongue against 
Cilla's and throwing her arms around her.  For someone 
with such a small frame she managed a hug a bear would be 
proud of.  Cilla's C-cup breasts were mashed against 
Sonia's A's and the give in both produced a feeling quite 
different from the unyielding firmness of a male chest.

Sonia was conscious of the musky flavour we had described 
and sucked on Cilla's tongue before forcing her own into 
Cilla's mouth.

Somewhat of a bantam in size, Sonia nevertheless had the 
spirit of a fighting cock and took control over Cilla 
even while in the throes of an orgasm produced by my 
efforts below and the psychological effects induced by 
the knowledge that she was tasting her own juices on the 
mouth of another girl in the presence of a youth who she 
thought she might come to love.  Freud would have loved 
to have had this combination as a source of neurosis.

Cilla relaxed in Sonia's arms, her head on Sonia's 
shoulders and her bare leg brushing against my hand as I 
continued to hold Sonia's hip.  For my part, I had had my 
head squeezed yet again, if not quite so firmly, then 
with a greater torque applied as her hips swung from side 
to side.  As a consequence I lay with my head on her 
thigh and my lips gently kissing her fine bush.  I 
noticed the contrast with the thick, tight curls that had 
indicated that Cilla was indeed a natural redhead.

When Sonia had recovered and was prepared to let us both 
up I pointed out that Cilla had done her a favour which 
she might like to return.

"I don't really want to start another round right now but 
you might like to taste Cilla's pussy too.  Her lips 
aren't as long as yours but her clit is fantastic.  You 
can actually catch hold of it with your lips and such on 
it.  Lay back Cilla and let her look."

Cilla wasn't too sure but felt she probably should let 
Sonia look since she had tried tasting Sonia.

Sonia was over her orgasm - her second ever - and wasn't 
too interested in continuing things for a while but my 
description intrigued her and she decided she wanted to 
see what I was talking about at least.

I directed Sonia to lay down between Cilla's legs like I 
had and to put her arms under Cilla's thighs.  Her face 
was now directly in front of Cilla's ginger minge.

Sonia put one hand up onto the red bush and playfully 
twirled a curl around her fingers.

"What beautiful curls.  My hair is just wavy."

"Both of your pussies look beautiful", I said.  "I like 
red hair and Cilla's bush certainly has plenty of thick 
red hair but your pussy really is like a black cat's fur. 
If I stand back I can see your pussy lips through it and 
it is so soft to touch.  If the lights were out I would 
be able to identify you by the soft feel of your bush."

"So, not better, just different?"

"Exactly.  Can you see Cilla's clit.  It has shrunk back 
down now but you can see how wide it is.  It's like your 
little finger.  Give it a gentle lick and see if you can 
make it grow."

Sonia wasn't enthusiastic but did want to see how big 
Cilla's clit would grow.  Cilla was patiently waiting for 
Sonia to finish her "show and tell" session when she felt 
a warm wet tongue swipe across her clit.

"Yes", she said.  "More please."

"Dip your tongue into her pussy where your chin is now 
and see if you can get any juices and push them with your 
tongue up towards her clit."

Sonia tried to comply.  She could taste Cilla's juices 
but there wasn't much there.  Cilla had come and wasn't 
yet ready.

As Sonia tried to follow my instructions however Cilla's 
body relaxed and her next attempts to gather juices were 
more successful.

Sonia shaped her tongue into a narrow groove, almost 
forming a straw as she gathered the juices now welling 
out.  She swallowed, marvelling at the taste and only now 
realising that she was engaging in true lesbian practices 
and, far from being repulsed, was actually enjoying the 
experience and contemplating more.

She moved her tongue along the channel formed by Cilla's 
paired lips.  The inner lips she sucked gently on and the 
outer pair she caressed with her tongue, tickled by the 
sparse coating of hair on the outside and running her 
tongue back and forth along the smooth inner side.

As she approached Cilla's clit Sonia flattened her 
tongue, the wide area gently rasping across Cilla's pussy 
until it suddenly hit an obstruction.

Sonia closed her mouth around the lump she found.  It 
felt enormous after the delicate features already 
encountered.  I watched as she raised her head to get a 
better look.

I believe that the clit was even bigger than before.  It 
stood out from the little hood it had dragged with it to 
look like my circumcised penis reduced to the size of the 
first knuckle of my little finger.

"You should decide between you whether Cilla should come 
again before we go back to the party."

"Please make me come Sonia.  I'll return the favour when 
we can."

Sonia returned her mouth to Cilla's pussy.

"Try to remember what you liked and do that", I 
instructed.  "When we get some time we can learn more 
about each other's preferences."

Even though otherwise occupied, both girls realised that 
I had made a commitment to further involvement with them.

Sonia halted for a second; this time it was Cilla who was 
disappointed by the cessation of sensation.

"Hang on, what about you?  You've made us come and we 
haven't done anything for you yet."

"Don't worry.  Tonight was intended for your pleasure.  I 
haven't missed out although the experience was rather 
limited, but I have really enjoyed getting you off and 
watching you girls find out about each other.  Finish up 
while I have a quick wash and I'll give you both a 
cuddle."

I went to the bathroom to rinse out the handkerchief and 
wash up and then returned to the lounge in time to watch 
Cilla push Sonia's head away from her crotch as the 
fading orgasm made her too sensitive for further contact.

I lay down next to her and called Sonia up to my side. 
Laying on my back I cradled both of their heads on my 
chest as I hugged them and gently rubbed their backs.

Cilla raised an arm and reached across me to hug Sonia. 
Sonia responded and we had a group hug laying on Sonia's 
mother's lounge floor with the girl's dresses up around 
their waists, their knickers still in my pocket, and the 
smell of hot pussy in the air.

"I love you both", I said sincerely even though it was 
very early in our relationship, er, relationships.  It 
may seem strange but I've found that, while I can lust 
over someone, I really do feel a deeper attachment to 
them which precludes me from contemplating a one night 
stand.  If I want a relationship to go physical I also 
want it to continue.  I don't mean I'm possessive; just 
that, even if the relationship fades, I still have strong 
feelings towards that partner.  I also don't feel that 
love need be exclusive, just not casual, and hopefully 
multiple-ly reciprocated.

"I love you", they both replied.  I thought it over. 
That was enough for now; I would get them to express a 
commitment to each other in due time.

I could almost have fallen asleep and Cilla did actually 
drop off as I stroked their cheeks but after about five 
minutes I stirred them up and the got themselves back 
into order.

When I returned their knickers they refused saying that I 
had in fact earned them as souvenirs.

"I don't need any souvenir other than my memories.  If 
you wish we can be living souvenirs for each other and 
you might need them after all.  Someone back at the party 
may be able to smell your wonderful juices if your 
pussies are open to every breeze that passes."

They eventually consented to let me put them back on with 
a simple kiss to each bush just before the knickers 
covered it up.  Cilla decided to forgo the pantyhose and 
I returned them to her when we got back so that she could 
sneak them into the laundry basket when no-one was 
looking.

Sonia gave the lounge a quick spray of air freshener just 
in case there was any lingering scent that could be 
detected by her mother and we stood together for another 
group hug.  I kissed each in turn and stood waiting until 
they got the hint and gave each other a passionate kiss 
while I held them tight.

Sonia locked the door behind us and we made our way back 
to the party.

Other than Renate's concerned "Where have you been?" to 
Sonia no-one, including Cilla's parents, had noticed our 
absence for almost an hour.  Sonia showed Renate the 
program and they went off to collect a couple of 
signatures that Sonia had missed after the last 
performance.

I stood with Cilla for a while and went into the kitchen 
to say hello to our production team and to thank Cilla's 
parents for the party providing, not incidentally, a 
distraction which allowed Cilla to dispose of her 
pantyhose.

Cilla joined us and made a bit of a point to her parents 
by taking my hand as we talked.  We made polite 
conversation for a while before we excused ourselves and 
I upped the ante by putting my arm around her waist 
before we got out of their sight.

Renate noticed us come outside and was therefore puzzled 
when Sonia came across to us and put her arm around me 
too.

"What on earth?", she whispered in Sonia's ear.

I just heard Sonia's whispered reply back, "I'm not 
supposed to just let her have my man, am I?".

Only I knew that the supposed rivalry was not quite what 
it seemed.

We found some chairs and sat together, my hands again on 
their thighs under the table.  This time their fingers 
were entwined with mine as we chatted until it was time 
to leave.  It was Friday night and I suggested that we 
could meet to have lunch and see a movie tomorrow.

The idea of a more normal dating experience, if our trio 
could be considered normal, was acceptable and we 
arranged to meet at the local railway station in time to 
travel into the city.

Renate had had to go earlier so Sonia, Cilla and I were 
alone when it was time for me to say my goodbyes to my 
hostess Jean.

Her eyes showed her surprise that her "old maid" sister 
had finally found a boy friend but couldn't understand 
why her neighbour was also hovering round.

We moved into the shadows of the drive way where one girl 
hugged me from behind while I kissed the other goodbye 
before turning around and repeating my farewell to the 
other.

Once again I hugged the both of them while they too 
shared a final passionate kiss for the evening.

With a quick smooch each (no tongue!) I reluctantly left 
them to go home and reminisce over each event to try to 
burn it into my brain so that this night would be the 
final memory to be lost if I one day succumbed to 
Alzheimer's.

If I had any waking moments left, considering I would 
probably need all my strength tomorrow, I needed to plan 
(plot is too sinister a word) a course of action for 
tomorrow and onwards.

As a result I fully expected to need to rinse out a 
couple more handkerchiefs that evening.  At least this 
expectation was achieved.