From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Two Women For Me (FF, ex, lesbian)
Date: 15 Jan 1996 17:46:20 GMT

			  Chance Encounter?

	One of the more popular fantasies for men is having two women
in bed at the same time. A variation is one that almost turned into a
real life experience for me, and that is of <watching> two women
making love.

	At the time, my girlfriend was a petite blonde, who admitted
rather openly that she and her best friend had shared a bed several
times in the past. It was sort of a running joke, where her friend
would tease me about being jealous because she "had her first."

	Since we worked different shifts, my girlfriend sometimes
would leave a note about errands that needed to be run in the evening
while she was at work. As it happened, she wanted me to stop by her
friend's house that evening and, if she was home, pick up something
from her that she arranged to borrow for the weekend. This was a
simple task, and after telephoning "Karen", I agreed to come over
about 9:00 pm.

	I decided that I would bicycle the two or three miles to her
place so that I could work off a pound or two. So about 8:10, I left
the apartment and pedaled into a warm summer's night. I enjoyed the
ride to Karen's place but even at a leisurely pace, I arrived at about
8:25 according to my watch.

	Figuring that that was too early, I decided to ride down the
block and stop at the market for a drink. Even with this diversion, I
was still about twenty minutes ahead of schedule. Being the impatient
sort, I decided to knock on the door anyway and see if I could get
this errand done and be back in time to catch a favorite movie on the
tube.

	As I walked up to the porch, I could see that the lights to
the living room were on, albeit slightly dim, and was about to ring
the bell when I heard a voice that was just a bit too quiet to
understand. I stepped over to the far end of the porch, where the
kitchen window was open, to see if I could tell if Karen was on the
phone or if she had company. What I saw through that window stunned me
completely.

	It was obvious that Karen had company, a gorgeous brunette
young lady, who was kneeling on the living room couch and completely
nude! I could hear their voices, but still could not understand what
they were saying. Then I saw Karen. Her all-over tan was unmistakable
as she crossed the living room unencumbered by clothes. She returned a
moment later and sat on the back corner of the couch nearest the
girl's head, leaning back against the wall. As I watched, the
brunette moved closer and placed both of Karen's legs over her
shoulders, burying her face between Karen's thighs. After Karen began
to tease her nipples, I realized that I had forgotten to breathe
lately, and even the slowest intake of breath sounded like it would
break this lovely spell.

	I continued to watch, mindful of a growing bulge in the front
of my pants as the brunette continued to give head to Karen. I had
almost the perfect view. I could see the brunette's rear and pussy as
she leaned into Karen's thighs, and Karen, fully exposed to me except
what the brunette's head and hair covered. There was only one thing
wrong with the view - I wasn't any closer! Deciding that I should be
grateful for my luck this night, I didn't push it. Besides, I wanted
to see what two women REALLY do.

	Karen's friend had reached back to massage between her legs as
she kept her attention on Karen. It wasn't more that a few minutes
later that Karen began to buck her hips up and down against the
brunette's face, holding on to her hair as she did so. Several cries
escaped Karen's lips as she began approaching orgasm. The brunette now
had both hands wrapped around Karen's thighs, holding her in place for
the final moments.

	"Yes! Now! Now! Yes!" was Karen's vocalization as she began
shuddering from her orgasm, her hips now making long hard thrusts
against the brunette's face. It was over in seconds, and I realized
then that my hand was holding a telephone pole that had become lodged
in my shorts, and that it would not take much coaxing to bring me to
orgasm either.

	There was some quieter conversation passing between them, and
I looked at my watch to see that it was only about 8:45. When I looked
up, they were both out of sight.

	Afraid that they'd spot me, I worried about making it look
like I had just then arrived. I was certainly perspiring enough to
make that believable, but an obvious portion of my anatomy was going
to give away any falsehoods that I could fabricate.

	Then I noticed they were back on the couch, this time with
Karen sitting in the middle of the couch, legs crossed "Indian" style.
The brunette then came forward and half crouched in front of her, as
Karen lifted her left breast up to the girl's pussy. The brunette
thrust her hips forward, grab- bing the back of the couch for support.
Karen's arms encircled the girl's hips as she cupped a pair of
beautiful buttocks in her hands and drew her up against her breast.

	The brunette began to move her hips up and down as Karen
pulled her tight to her chest. I was becoming ever more aroused by the
sight of this pair, Karen with her dark, even tan, and the brunette,
tan except where her bathing suit covered, contrasting each other and
complementing at the same time. This tableau continued for several
more minutes, and I was frustrated at not being able to hear what they
were saying to each other. The brunette's hips were now moving
quickly, with an urgency all their own. As she began to cry out, Karen
moved quickly by sliding down between the girl's thighs and planting
her mouth on her bush, shaking her head vigorously back and forth hard
enough that I could see her breasts dance and shake.

	"SUCK IT HARD!" the brunette yelled. The force of her voice
took me by surprise and I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear
her, but I could not take my eyes off them to look around. She was
grinding her hips against Karen's face, and I could see her tits heave
and bounce as she began to shudder bodily, stopping in a new position
after each tremor. When Karen released her grip on the girl's ass, the
brunette fairly fell onto the couch, limp as a rag. I could see Karen
sitting on the couch, caressing the girl's legs, and her left breast
glistened wetly in the light.

	I watched as they tenderly embraced and kissed, Karen lying
next to her friend sharing quiet whispers between them. Then I figured
I'd better move away from the window, and cool off myself.

	I walked to the street and lit a cigarette, trying to
concentrate on any- thing else to reduce the bulge in my jeans. It
took two cigarettes and a short walk down the block to finally regain
my composure.

	Finally, I rang the bell at Karen's front door, at five past
nine. My mind raced with possibilities;

	"What do I say if she invites me in to join them?"

	"If I join them and Karen tells Darlene, I'm dead meat. Or am
I?"

	"What if she invites me in, and want the three of us just to
sit around and talk? Can I avoid staring or leering at them?"

	The door opened, and Karen greeted me wearing a pair of jeans
and a black nylon tank top, which did little to hide her prominent
breasts. I could also see quite well that, without a bra, her nipples
were still hard and stiff.

	"Hi Ya doing sweetie?" she exclaimed in her normal greeting to
me. "Come on in, it'll only take a second for me to get the book
Darlene wanted."

	I entered hesitantly, worried that I might not be able to
resist if they offered me heaven. Karen disappeared into the back of
the house, and as I looked around, I realised that the brunette must
have taken refuge back there as well. Karen returned, striding down
the hall with a step that set her breasts into motion against the
slinky black nylon top.

	"Here you go," she said as she handed me a book. "I'm sure you
guys will enjoy this and put it to good use."

	I looked down and found myself looking at "The Art of Sensual
Massage". It seemed promising and down right appropriate at the
moment. Unfortunately, this also seemed to trigger a reaction in my
loins that would be rather awkward to explain.

	"I'm sure we'll play around with some ideas," was my the best
reply I could think of. She was so close, and the fragrance of lusty
women hung in the air all around me.

	"Say hello to Darlene and give her a kiss for me," he said,
smiling with the knowledge that I would think about the two of them
together.

	"Tease," I remarked.

	Without a word, Karen stepped forward, and being a inch taller
than I, pulled me to her and kissed me full and hard on the mouth. Her
tongue found mine quickly, and I could feel her breasts pressing
against my chest. I responded the only way I could, returning her
kiss with the full intensity that I felt from watching her and her
girlfriend. After a few moments we uncoupled and stood back.

	"Whew!" he said. "I thought I'd get you all flustered, kissing
you like that." she went on, "Do you always kiss Darlene's girlfriends
like that?"

	"Only when they show off their tits in slinky nylon tops," I
replied. Then quietly so only she could hear, "You taste like you've
been up to some- thing. I'd better leave so you can get back to her."

	A slightly shocked look crossed her face, but she quickly
shrugged it off. Without confirming or denying anything, she moved to
the door, holding it open for my passage.

	"If you guys are going to be home tomorrow, call me. I'll come
over and show you some of the better parts of that book." She laughed.

	"Hmmm, I'd rather see some - better parts of you," I retorted,
almost adding "some more of" before I bit it off.

	"Pervert, lecher, you never know, I just might show you."

	"Have fun, we'll give you a call in the morning," I said as I
walked out to my bike. She closed the door, and the living room lights
went out, telling me that further "shows" would not be seen tonight.

	I cycled home, and read the book, cover to cover before
Darlene came home, and we "played around" with some of the ideas. I
never told her about that night, as I wanted to keep it as my own
secret "fantasy".

			       The End