A Man, Two Women, a Shave and More

This story is the fifth of a series, which began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe and continued with similarly named stories.

The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter at a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar, when Suz’s incredible, dark-haired, and longtime lover, Michele, the bartender in the first story, asked to join them. Of course, Jake and Suz agree, and the story describes their late night escapade. The third story continues in the wee hours of the next morning as Michele seduces Jake. The fourth story picks up later that morning with Suz and Jake in their own duet, followed by a serious talk, and concluding with Michele and Jake giving Suz a “doubly” fulfilling workout.

This fifth story finds Jake driving home, after having gone out to purchase fresh bagels and cream cheese for himself and his two new friends.

I offer both public tribute and my deepest appreciation to adetaildiva for her invaluable assistance as a volunteer editor. She’s fixed my grammar, placed my commas, answered my silly questions, suggested words and thoughts, and “rattled” [her word] at me when I was completely off base.

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As I turned the corner onto my street, I wondered if I would see cars in my driveway. I’d spent an incredible Friday night and a memorable Saturday morning with two beautiful women. We’d even talked of spending at least the weekend together. My natural male insecurity still caused me to worry. I wanted to see these two again, but I had no easy way of contacting either of them. I didn’t know their surnames. I didn’t know where they lived. I had no email addresses. I didn’t know their phone numbers. The sum total of identifying information I had about the two of them was where Michele worked.

A wave of relief washed over me as I turned onto my driveway and saw two cars.

I parked, gathered my purchases, bounced into the house, and was greeted by both a melodious, “Is that you, Jake?” and the obnoxious scent of fingernail polish.

“Hi, Michele. It’s me.”

A second woman’s voice chirped, “We’re upstairs, painting our nails. We’re showered, we’re squeaky clean, and we both smell delicious. Want to join us?”

“I’ll be up in a minute or two, Suz. Give me time to cut up these bagels and find some juice. I’ve got orange and grapefruit. Which do you guys prefer?”

“Actually, you don’t have grapefruit anymore. We kind of helped ourselves. We also found some good preserves in your fridge for the bagels. Just bring them and some cream cheese.”

“Toasted or cold, Suz?”

“Ah—toast the bagels and leave the cream cheese cold.”

I had to think about that one for a moment, but gathered my wits in time to respond, “Gotcha.”

Five minutes later, I walked up the stairs carrying a tray of assorted toasted bagels and untoasted cream cheeses. Upon turning the corner to the bedroom, I spied two women sitting in facing easy chairs. Their bare legs stretched into each other’s laps. Suz wore one of my starched, white shirts. Michele had chosen a striped, blue shirt. Both shirts were open, exposing valleys between hidden breasts. Little pinches of white cotton peeked from between toes. Michele held a small bottle of crimson polish while Suz held silver. True to Suz’s statement a few minutes earlier, they were painting each other’s toes.

“Jake—after you set that tray down, would you please put your mouth between my legs while I finish Suz’s nails?”

“I can’t, Michele. I need to eat something. I mean, I need to eat some food. My tennis team has a match in an hour and need nutrition before I play.”

“My cunt’s nutritious, and besides, I ache down there. I need relief.”

“Your cunt might be delicious, but I doubt it’s nutritious. Anyway, I’ll bet Suz can provide the relief you need even better than I.”

“She already has, just as I gave her a little relief of her own while you were gone. I’m greedy though, and I need some man-tongue. How long will your silly tennis take anyway?”

“It starts in an hour and will take between an hour and a half and two hours. We’ll have a quick beer afterward. Add a steam and a shower. I’ll be home around five. Do you guys have plans tonight?”

“Yes, we do.” Suz answered.

“Yeah, we have plans,” Michele added, as she leaned forward and wiped a careful swathe of red across one of Suz’s toes.

“I don’t suppose—no, never mind. I have no right to expect tonight with you guys.”

“What’s that?” Suz asked.

“I just spent the most incredible evening, night, and morning of my life with two beautiful, bright, and inventive women. I’ve had way more than my 15 minutes of fame with you two. I mean, you’ve made fantasies beyond my wildest dreams come true. But, you each have your own lives, and I’m sure they’re full lives. It’s presumptive of me to think you would include me in all your plans this weekend.”

“It would be wrong of you to expect us to change our plans. Although we each enjoyed you both last night and this morning, we’ve had plans for some time to meet a client of mine and two of her friends for pizza at Faccagnini’s tonight,” Suz dead panned, looking down rather than at me, as she swiped a streak of silver across one of Michele’s toes. “Besides, we can get together tomorrow—or who knows, we might even stop by on the way home tonight for a bit more of that Jake excellence.”

Chin up and best foot forward here, Jake. They didn’t promise you anything.

“Hey, that’d be great if you did, but I’ll understand if you’re too tired. I hope you guys have a great time. Faccagnini’s makes real pizza.

“Oh, please give my best to Anna when you’re out there. In fact, would you mind if I gave her a call right now and asked her to set aside a couple of bottles of her special Chianti for you? The grapes are grown on her family’s estate in Italy and the wine’s bottled and aged there before being shipped to the States. It’s not on their list, but it’s an incredible compliment to their pizza.”

“That would be wonderful of you, Jake. Thanks. You’d do that for us when we’re abandoning you so soon after the past eighteen or so hours?” Suz asked.

“It’s the least I can do. You’ve both been great to me.”

I watched two pair of saddened eyes meet in the midst of a silent room. They stared at each other for a long moment. As the brunette’s mouth morphed into a small smile, the redhead exploded with teasing laughter.

“Go ahead and tell him, Michele.”

“Oh, Jake. We’re just funnin’ with ya. While it’s true that we’re meeting people at Faccagnini’s for pizza, it’s also true that not one-half hour ago I spoke with Anna and asked if she would add a sixth chair to our table. Anna asked if ‘she’ were someone special. I chuckled as I explained, ‘he’ was quite special. Oh, and don’t worry about the Chianti. Anna’s already set it aside for us.”

So it was. Suz and Michele and I sat together for the next half hour or so just talking, eating our bagels, and laughing before I had to leave. I finished my cinnamon-raisin bagel topped with apple-cinnamon cream cheese, the brunch of champions. Even though they’d ordered cinnamon-raisin along with me, the women nibbled on a variety of other bagels covered with various cream cheeses and preserves.

The women finished their nails as I learned Suz lived in Chicago and was a marketing rep for a small, but thriving, advertising firm based there. Michele was finishing her Ph.D. in bio-chemistry while supporting herself by teaching some grad-level classes and bartending on the side. She said she earned more from the latter than the former.

I told them of my law career: that I was one-half of a local partnership. We’d been practicing together almost twenty years, having met a few years before our practice began when both of us were in law school. I told them of my failed marriage many years ago and of my adult daughter that marriage produced. I bragged that she survived the divorce and that both my ex and I now have a great relationship with her.

We agreed the women would pick me up on their way to Faccagnini’s and that any late night festivities would be at their home court. It was time for me to leave, so I gathered my tennis gear, kissed each of them, and walked out the front door, a content man.

My tennis match flew by with my partner and me winning easily. True to form, I stuck around and had a quick sandwich and a beer with the other players. We were all good guys who had known each other for years and who played tennis at a more-than-competent level.

I hadn’t seen the guys on the other team for several months and so they asked about my recovery from cancer. Beyond that, we talked of tennis and football and aches and pains and knee surgeries and other guy stuff. I said nothing of the women. It would have been off form.

Later that evening, the women tantalized me with the tale of their activities back at my home.

* * *

After they finished their nails, Michele slouched in her easy chair with her legs spread. Suz knelt between those legs, while two of her fingers, turned pads up, played inside Michele’s cunt. Suz occasionally leaned forward and licked or suckled or nibbled some portion of her lover’s exposed pubic area. Two fingers of Suz’s other hand were in her own vagina, while her thumb glided back and forth across her own clitoris.

With her eyes closed, Michele’s silver-tipped fingers teased her own skin, tracing a random route about her ears, her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her neck, her chest. and her breasts.

Neither woman was in a hurry to get anywhere as they enjoyed their touches.

“I like him,” Suz began.

“He seems to be a good man.”

“Do you think he’s the one?”

“He’s far better than anyone else we’ve met.”

“Do you think you could love him?”

“Like I love you?”

“Yes.”

Michele’s hips moved in gentle thrusts as she thought for a moment and then answered, “Maybe. Probably. I don’t know. I haven’t tried loving a man for years. He’s a good person though; one who’s entitled to respect.”