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PAISLEY PILLOWS Part I
PAISLEY PILLOWS
by Jeremy Edwards
(c) 1995
Chapter Three
The late afternoon light was buzzing around my nap-stupored
mind. I sensed some kind of excitement in the house. As my head
cleared, I distinguished the sound of voices coming from the
kitchen -- bright, female voices. One was Alicia's. I sat up,
then stood, then quickly brought some order to my rumpled
clothing.
The first thing I noticed upon entering the kitchen was that
Alicia was undressed. I realized that, during the course of our
siesta, she must have pulled off the jersey and panties she'd
thrown on for lunch (we had not dined formally!). So there she
sat at the kitchen table, all nude and delicious, chatting
comfortably with a woman I correctly took to be her roommate
Julia.
Julia was standing up, leaning against the refrigerator with a
glass of water in her hand. She was of petite proportions with a
classically trim, elegant figure. Her cute little hips were just
broad enough to look womanly with respect to her neat little
thighs, which in turn were just fleshy enough to appear meaty in
comparison to her delicate calves. Likewise, her girlish
shoulders, thin arms and modest waist set off a small bust which
appeared round and ripe in the context of this petite figure.
Julia's face was of the type that would look at home in a
gallery of artists' models and movie stars. Her large, ocean-
blue eyes, graceful eyebrows, luxuriant lashes, and small angular
nose all played off each other to create a sense of composition
and proportion that some might call "perfect beauty". Her lips
were thin and energetic, and the knob of her chin transmuted an
otherwise squarish jaw-line into a feminine roundness. Her
cheeks were pink and her hair straw-colored. It hung halfway
down her neck and was cut in a straight 1960s style, with bangs
that framed her exquisite face. Despite her modelesque elegance,
Julia had the same spirit of warmth and humor in her face as
Alicia. Oh yes, I thought, these two women are good friends.
"You must be Daniel," Julia said to me with a lilt in her
voice. "Alicia's been telling me some pretty nice things about
you. And from the look of how she's -- well -- dressed, I'd
have to conclude that the two of you are indeed getting on very
nicely."
"You would be absolutely correct to conclude that," I
answered, and I walked over to Alicia to kiss her on the ear and
rest my hand on her shoulder.
"It's so nice coming home to a happy household," Julia said
sincerely.
"I was just telling Julia about all the thrills we've had in
the short time we've been together," said Alicia matter-of-
factly.
Although I did not have the least objection to this, I must
have blushed slightly, for Julia immediately jumped in. "Don't
worry, Daniel -- I love hearing about that stuff from Alicia.
We're like sisters, you know."
"In fact, Daniel," began Alicia, gently petting my chest, "I
was thinking that if you and Julia both liked the idea, I'd be
very interested in letting her join in our fun."
This concept, so gracefully articulated by my bright-eyed nude
Alicia, brought a tingle to my crotch.
"Oh, Alicia!" said Julia with enthusiasm. "Do you actually
mean I might get to have this sweet, gorgeous guy oil my oyster?"
"You bet -- if Daniel's into it, of course. Personally, the
concept really turns me on."
"Alicia, you're wonderful." Julia walked over to where her
roommate was sitting and gave her a sisterly shoulder-hug and a
peck on the cheek.
I was definitely blushing now, but, true to my unabashed form,
I spoke right up, resorting to stagey humor to make my feelings
known. "I am truly honored at the invitation that has been
extended to me by the Academy, and I would like to go on record
at this time as saying that I will be delighted to accept this
unique opportunity to engage in amorous activities with you two
incredibly desirable women together." Then I dropped the public
speaker's voice and reclaimed my own. "Julia, I'd be thrilled
to have you join our little party -- in fact, my member is
already throbbing!"
"So I see," Julia responded slyly, casting an interested
glance in the direction of my crotch. "And I have to tell you
both that I'm quite horny myself. You know, it's a long drive up
from New York, and when I sit in the car for a long time alone,
well, I tend to get that lustful feeling in my slit. Maybe it's
out of boredom . . . ."
"Or maybe it's because, like me, you're just such a randy gal
to begin with!" interjected Alicia with a laugh.
"Very true!" Julia agreed. "Anyway, Daniel dear, can you
guess what I have on under this suit?"
Julia was wearing a cute pink business suit. It was kind of
eclectic-looking with its short skirt and big white buttons down
the jacket, sort of like something out of the wardrobe of some
early '60s technicolor motion picture. Julia's smooth, gorgeous
legs were, I had already noticed, bare, and her jacket was cut on
the line of a crew neck, so that it could double as a shirt if
worn buttoned. I took my guess.
"I'm thinking, Julia, that you have nothing on under your
jacket but a pair of lovely breasts, and nothing on under your
skirt but a moist, delicious cunt. And some delicate blond fur,"
I added.
"Alicia, your new friend has an inspired mind," said Julia
with a congratulatory nod in my direction. "So there I was,
driving along for 4 1/2 hours in a nice warm car, squeezing and
unsqueezing my little thighs together as that wonderful slippery
feeling built up in my pussy. I fantasized about all my favorite
cute guys, one after another, watching them in my mind's eye with
their trousers down and their penises pointing upward with desire
for me. On the straight, easy stretches of road I allowed my
right hand to slip down under me and stroke myself while I
managed the wheel with my left. My fingers worked their way into
my cunt, and my hand would come up glistening every time I needed
it to drive.
"I didn't know what form my sexual fulfillment would
ultimately take when I got home, but this threesome we're
planning is an unexpected treat! Well, you can imagine that my
car seat was pretty wet when I finally arrived here -- not to
mention my bottom! Why Daniel, I'll bet you can smell the juices
from my hungry cunny all the way across the room!"
"Well, I do smell something feminine and delicious. Let's
see where it's coming from." I walked toward Julia with a smile
on my face and a banana in my pants. I squatted down in front of
her and lifted her skirt, which she then hiked further up to
assist me in my exploration. I made a great show of sniffing my
nostrils theatrically in my quest for the source of the aroma,
meanwhile feeling my heart leap as I beheld Julia's beauteous
mound of Venus and her exquisite upper thighs. I stuck my
schnozz right into the gap between her eager thighs and sniffed
her crotch.
"Ahhh! I don't wish to jump to any conclusions, but I think
I'm definitely on the right trail," I said. The two women
tittered while I continued to sniff and began to kiss Julia's
moist pussy lips. It didn't take long for me to abandon myself
to this activity, and soon I was kissing, licking, and using my
lips to nibble her sticky crotch all over. Then, in a frenzy of
arousal, I began to tongue her cunt, penetrating the honeypot
repeatedly while Julia gasped with pleasure. I licked around her
inside as far as my tongue could reach in all directions, then I
pulled out
to stimulate her proud little clitoris. This brought forth
squeals of delight, not only from Julia, but also from Alicia,
who was watching with vicarious excitement and, I gathered,
frigging herself vigorously. I made several rounds between pussy
and clitty before feeling the deluge of Julia's spendings lap
into my mouth. I drank her nectar and felt my heart warm to the
ecstatic sounds she made as she attained her sexual fulfillment.
"Yes," I asserted after I'd stood back up and tenderly kissed
Julia's flushed, smiling face. "I think that sweet fragrance is
indeed emanating from you, Julia. On the other hand," I
continued with a glint in my eye, "It could be that it's coming
from Alicia." I now approached the latter-named lady, who was
still sitting at the kitchen table, masturbating herself
gleefully and working her legs open and closed. "Pardon me,
ma'am," I said in a stock cowboy voice, "may I be of some
assistance?"
"Oh, please, kind sir," Alicia responded, doing the old
Hollywood heroine. She pushed her chair back to allow me to
kneel at her feet. Then she wriggled forward so that her bottom
was still supported by the front of the chair but her crotch was
placed squarely on my face. My lucky mouth lost no time in
repeating its recent performance for this new audience. This
time it was Alicia who moaned away in direct pleasure while Julia
cheered us on in erotic observation. My tongue thoroughly
painted Alicia's tender muff in coat after coat of ecstasy, and
before we had finished she'd given me two little spends and a
final voluminous one.
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