“Aw, hey! I want see that!” I protested.
“Oh, wow! I’m sorry, honey,” Monica said instantly. “I can text her back and suggest…”
“Don’t worry,” I said quickly. “You have a project. Go for it.”
“If it is good, I’ll happily go again with you. He’s a dish.”
“Well, I am going eventually, regardless of whether you like it,” I said with a smile. Then I turned stern. “No spoilers! Regardless of whether you guys like the movie or not.”
Monica looked appropriately cowed, which is to say, not at all cowed.
“When are you going?” I went on.
“Saturday, matinee.”
The week flew by. Monica, who routinely texted anyway with Becca and The Trinity, both in a group text, and individually, texted a bit more with Anne that usual. Anne texted her a bit more, too.
I asked to see their texts, so I could offer advice on flirting with girls, and was told to keep my Cyrano de Bergerac tendencies to myself.
I kept up the dance with Carrie-Anne at work. My window where I could find myself being thanked for my efforts on behalf of her career without it becoming a whole Thing was definitely closing.
Saturday, Monica sailed out of the house to meet Anne at the movie after we had an early lunch, and I gleefully took my laptop out back in the yard to get some uninterrupted serious work done. Perhaps the only drawback of having a lovely sex-fiend move in with me was that we both were now getting a lot less work done outside the office.
The weather was fabulous, with only a few high clouds, no breeze, and warm Fall air. I didn’t put on a bathing suit, because it wasn’t that warm, but I was able to go with shorts and a golf shirt and still be quite comfortable.
I worked away happily, and was quite productive, even with my mind drifting off occasionally to thoughts of what Monica and Anne might possibly be or not be getting up to. I knew the start and run times of the movie, and when I knew it was over, I made sure my phone was not on silent.
Time ticked by, and the longer it went with Monica remaining radio silent after the movie, the more optimistic I became that I was going to have a next level sexy story to hear. I loved to perv on what Monica got up to, but to hear about her getting up to it with someone else I knew intimately?
My productivity began to drop off.
Almost ninety minutes after the movie was over, I got a text. I frowned as I heard Monica’s custom text tone, the Pretty Woman theme. Honestly, this was a little early for a check-in.
MONICA: I’ll be heading home soon.
Shit. That did not feel gleeful.
ME: No fireworks?
MONICA: Yes and No, dammit. [Frustrated Emoji]
ME:???
MONICA: Movie part was great. You and I will definitely go see it soon.
MONICA: And Anne and I were great in the theater. We kind of held hands early in the film. When we tilted our heads together to talk about ***REDACTED***, we kind of kissed each other!
This was not sounding bad at all. And bless Monica for remembering no spoilers.
ME: Do go on.
MONICA: By the end, we had sort of made out a few times. We kissed more. And I felt my first woman’s boob besides Benda McMaster’s. Anne had her hand WAY up my thigh.
Brenda really did like to show those purchases off…
ME: This all sounds pretty good. Anne has such nice breasts.
That got an assortment of laughing and agreement emojis. More than it deserved, really.
ME: So, what is the problem, and why are you texting me already?
There was a pause before Monica’s reply. The three dots meaning she was typing appeared and disappeared several times.
MONICA: We just couldn’t pull the trigger, and believe me, we tried.
MONICA: I was nervous, and jumpy, and acutely aware of my ignorance. Anne… was into it. She’s obviously tried it before, but I mean tried. We both wanted it, but were both just too jumpy to actually get going, despite some nice false starts.
MONICA: I’ll be home in a while.
Well, shit.
How could I have forgotten Anne’s whole nervousness about her self-image as straight? Monica had given me no details, yet, but I was pretty sure that what I knew Carol and Anne had done on their own was more than Monica and Anne had managed just now.
I still wanted to hear every word. Maybe they would try again.
I crossed my fingers and got back to work.
MONICA: On my way. Be home shortly.
I rolled my eyes. ‘Shortly’ in Monica speak was somewhere between fifteen minutes and an hour.
Just then the doorbell rung inside the house. Fortunately I heard it, and got up to see if I had a package, or if it was someone else. I should have been worried that it would be an additional complication.
I trooped through the house and opened the door.
There stood Anne. And Monica, who smiled at me and lowered her phone. Mine, which I had absently brought along with me to the door, buzzed.
MONICA: Oh yeah. I’m bringing Anne.
I smirked at Monica sarcastically. “Nice.”
I stepped backward and waved the two of them in extravagantly. If they wanted advice, they could have advice.
Monica walked in first, planting quite the kiss on my lips as she did so. I didn’t really, under the circumstances expect quite so exuberant a buss as that, but I wasn’t complaining.
Then Anne entered, and pulled me in turn into a kiss that was not so much exuberant as downright lusty.
“Uh…” I said intelligently, when Anne relinquished my lips.
“That was for being so sweet about keeping my secret, even from Monica,” Anne said with a smile.
Monica swatted my ass. “And that is for keeping such a juicy story to yourself!”
“Well, shit,” I said, with some genuine apology in my voice. “There goes my best Christmas present idea.”
They both shoved me.
“More to the point,” Monica said with a slow smile. “You denied me valuable information.”
“I didn’t discourage you,” I defended myself. “I did everything but outright tell you that Anne might be down.”
“You didn’t tell her that I’m a whole lot more comfortable when I have a man involved,” Anne said tartly.
Oh.
Oh!
“Oh!” I said.
“Help a girl out?” Anne asked, sliding an arm around me.
“You know,” Monica said, “After how well the movie went, when we stalled, I was getting pretty sad. Then we started talking about failing to go beyond making out a little, and Anne told me. This whole day would have gone a lot smoother from the start if you’d given me her cheat code before now.”
“I…” I said intelligently. I had two beautiful women coming on to me simultaneously, so, you know, Win, right? But I had wanted Monica to have her fun and her learning experience.
“Will you be our cheat code, Clark?” Anne asked with a wide-eyed innocence that I knew she did not remotely possess.
“Well, I had hoped to get some more work done this afternoon,” I grumped. “But I suppose that I’m here for you two.”
They both hit me for that. I deserved it.
Suddenly, all three of us were embracing and they were kissing me. This was awesome, and grabbing two asses as nice as theirs was truly fabulous, but I was there for Anne, and especially Monica’s new experience. I gently disengaged from them, and stood back, admiring the view.
They both looked at me. “You two look like a dream together,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, Monica is pretty hot, isn’t she?” Anne said. Monica just smiled and kissed her tentatively. Anne kissed back, just as tentatively, but as I simply stood there and watched, they both started to get into it, embracing each other fully. I began to catch glimpses of tongue. I stepped forward again and began to circle them, letting the fingers of one hand or the other trace a delicious curve here as there as I watched.
After a minute or so of this, I sensed that they were starting to be more amused at my antics than concentrating each other. As I passed, I lifted Monica’s hand from Anne’s waist and placed it gently on Anne’s breast. I leaned in and whispered in my friend’s ear, “Monica told me she thinks you have nice tits.”
“I know,” Anne said, letting go of Monica’s mouth and nuzzling her neck for a moment. “She was reading me your whole text exchange while I drove us back here.”
“Yeah,” Monica added, letting her newly-placed hand explore eagerly. “You are going to need to drive me back later to retrieve my car.” Her other hand slid down to grasp Anne’s pert little behind. I saw that she had done so in response to Anne clasping her magnificently feminine ass in both hands.
Anne rolled her face around at the base of Monica’s neck, then they resumed kissing, and I resumed circling the pair and stroking them wherever I could get a hand without one of theirs in the way. I leaned in close enough that they could feel my breath against their cheeks. “You guys keep this up. It’s really hot. But I’m going to take both your clothes off while you do it. Okay?”
That plan got enthusiastic murmurs from both.
I took a look at them to plan. Monica wore the cream-colored suede skirt she liked to wear when she wanted to be sexy, but low-key about it, and a periwinkle blue button up blouse. Anne had on a light-weight, scarlet, cardigan sweater, and a pair of shorts that were loose in that magical way that somehow still showed off every delicate curve within.
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