Two Chicks and a Dog by rat_race

by rat_race

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Hi, my name is Gary Jones. And I feel like I might just be one of the luckiest men alive, thanks to something very unique and freaky that happened to me just this last week.

You see, there is this spacious, 3-bedroom furnished house that my older sister, Jennifer, and her best friend, Pamela Delucci, and I were fortunate to have been able to lease for the year. It’s basically our version of a living quarters, while we’re all going to college at a well-known university that will rename nameless for the purposes of this story. Just know that the college campus is in walking distance of our rental house, which played a big part in the reason why we all chose to lease this particular house.

Jen and Pam are both 21 years old, and in their third year of college, whereas I’m just an 18-year-old freshman who’s still wet behind the ears, as far as my two coed roommates are concerned. And of course, we all take turns doing the chores, and taking care of the place in between classes. And we’ve all known each other for years. Long before we ever became roommates at college.

This large, single-story, ranch-style house with its spacious fenced back yard is also the perfect place for Pamela’s pet dog, Rex, to run around in.

Of course, we each have our own keys to the house, and we can come and go as we please–sometimes a very odd hours. And so we never bother putting the house alarm on, even though the house does have a built-in alarm system. Besides, we figure that Rex, who is a full grown, three-year-old Golden Retriever, would warn us if a burglar ever tries to break into the house.

Well, last Saturday night, at around midnight, I walked home from a frat party at the fraternity where I’m pledging, and I let myself into the house. I was being as quiet as I possibly could, because I didn’t want to wake up Jen or Pam, if they happened to already be asleep.

But as soon as I entered the main foyer of the house, I heard the two girls giggling away in delight. And the sound of their voices was coming from Jen’s bedroom down the hall, on the far side of the living room.

So, out of curiosity, I naturally went over there to see what my two roommates were so thrilled about. I purposefully did not turn on the overhead hallway light when I entered the hallway from the living room.

Jen’s bedroom is the master bedroom of the house, and her bedroom door was almost closed–but not quite. There was about a two-inch crack between the bedroom door and the door frame.

And luckily for me, Jen has two large, virtually-identical lamps in her bedroom. There’s one of these gorgeous, hard-carved teak wood lamps sitting on top of each night stand on either side of her bed. And she had both lamps turned on that night, which lit up her bedroom in a comfortable-on-the-eyes, soft white glow.

So while I was standing there at the bedroom doorway, concealed by the nearly pitch-black darkness of the windowless hallway, I quietly leaned over and looked through the crack in the doorway to see what the two girls were so happy and excited about. And I was totally shocked by what I saw.

I don’t know what made me do it exactly, but I took my cell phone out of my pocket, and I held it so that its rear camera was pointing through the small crack in the doorway. And I began secretly recording a high quality MP4 video file of what was taking place between the two girls in Jen’s bedroom.

I stayed quiet as a church mouse while I let the recording run for about five or six minutes, and then stopped the recording and saved the file, so that I could finally crash the girls’ little party, and scare the crap out of them, since they had no idea that I had come home from my campus frat party.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” I called out loudly, as I threw the bedroom door wide open, and barged into Jen’s bedroom.

“It’s not what it looks like,” my older sister, Jen, said defensively. “Pam and I were just playing a little game of Truth or Dare, and I dared her to do this.”

“Well, I hope you’re proud of yourselves. Because I caught it all on camera. All I can say is that you guys were putting on one hell of a show! I’m sure all your friends and my friends would love to see this video,” I announced, waving my cell phone up in the air triumphantly.

“Don’t you dare! Delete that damn video right now!” Jen cried out at me. Her voice was shaky, and I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. And her whole body seemed to be trembling.

“Or what? What are you guys gonna do? Beat me up? Take my cell phone away from me? Well, that’s not gonna work, because I already uploaded the video to my Dropbox account, right before I finally let you guys know that I was here, secretly watching you guys ‘do the nasty’ with your pet dog.”

“How much did you see?” my 21-year-old sister asked, as her face was turning red from embarrassment, and tears were now running down her cheeks. I felt bad for her, because when I had made my surprise entrance into the bedroom, I had meant to scare Jen and Pam, not make the girls cry.

However, Jen, who was naked from the waist down, was the only girl crying. Pam, who was also naked from the waist down, seemed to be outwardly cool as a cucumber, taking things in stride. In fact the two women were just about polar opposites.

Jen and Pam had been best friends ever since they met in middle school. And they see themselves as proof positive that opposites do attract. Jen is a very cute-looking petite-size girl with a short cropped light-auburn hairstyle that makes her look like a pixie come-to-life. And Pam is a very plain-looking big-boned slightly-overweight Italian-American girl with straight dark-brown hair that hangs all the way down to the middle of her lower back when she’s in a standing position. Pam is at least six inches taller than Jen. And unlike Jen, who is very shy and demure in social situations, Pam is a loud-mouth assertive woman who views herself as being the life of any party she goes to.

The problem is that, even though Pam has been blessed with the type of long, thick, straight, shimmering, perfectly-parted-down-the-middle-of-her-head hair that most women would envy, she is a true granola girl who almost always wears frumpy-looking ankle-length skirts and buttoned-up-to-the-collar men’s worn-out dress shirts. Either that, or plain blue jeans overalls with a T-shirt of some kind underneath. And the fact that Pam loves to wear old combat boots from the thrift store doesn’t help her situation. So most guys tend to avoid her like the plague.

And to round out the picture, and make matters even worse for Pam’s “date-ability” factor, even though Pam is into cleanliness and showers every day, she’s a very hairy woman who doesn’t believe in shaving her body hair.

In fact, I later found out from Pam herself that she doesn’t even own a razor–not even a disposable one. And she’s proud of that fact, believe it or not.

So naturally, Pam’s entire pubic area is covered by a super-thick patch of dark-brown pubic hair, unlike Jen’s pussy. Jen keeps her pussy clean-shaven, except for a small two-inch-wide upside-down triangle-shaped strip of light brown pubic just above her vulva. And unlike Pam, Jen is meticulous about keeping her underarm area and her legs shaved.

To make matters even worse for Pam, as far as the prospect of her ever getting a boyfriend here in the United States goes, she has extremely small AA-cup size breasts. On the other hand, Jen has a set of large D-cup size breasts hanging off the front of her petite-size torso.

Just for the record, even though both women were naked from the waist down when I walked into the bedroom and caught them in the act, they both had T-shirts on. But I didn’t need to actually see the girls’ bare breasts to figure out that Pam had very small breasts, and Jen had fairly large breasts. That fact would have been obvious to any person who wasn’t legally blind.

Anyways, in answer to Jen’s “How much did you see?” question, I replied to her, “I’m sure I saw more than you wanted me to. You know, you really ought to keep your bedroom door shut and locked when you’re going to be doing something so nasty and taboo with your best friend and her dog.”

“It didn’t start out that way,” Pam calmly explained. “Jen and I were just lying on top of the bed, talking, when Rex came into the room, and jumped up onto the bed with us, and then began sniffing away at my crotch.

“Jen noticed that Rex’s red penis was sticking out a ways from its little furry sheath. And she said to me ‘Ew, Rex has got a hard-on! Is he trying to fuck you, or what?’

“And I told her, ‘Yeah, he always does that. You wanna see him go crazy? Just watch.’

“And I took off my shorts and my panties, and I let Rex sniff my bare pussy. And he went bonkers, and started humping away at my leg.”

Jen jumped in and told Pam, “Rex wasn’t just sniffing your pussy. He was licking it over and over again. And you sure seemed to be enjoying it.”

And Pam countered with, “Oh yeah, right. Like you didn’t take off you pants too, and let Rex lick your bare pussy and hump you leg, after he did it to me.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! You did a Truth or Dare on me to get me to do that.”

“And it worked, didn’t it? And then, what did you dare me to do next?”

Jen replied, “I dared you to touch and play with Rex’s dick and his balls.”

“Yes, you did. And then you flipped Rex over onto his back, and you started scratching his tummy. And you must’ve been feeling really horny, because you reached up and started feeling the tip of his dick, before I could reach over and touch it myself, like you had just dared me to do.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault if you’re too slow!” Jen sarcastically blurted out to Pam.

“Fuck you, Jen! So what did I dare you to do next after that? Go ahead. Tell your little brother. Because apparently, he’s got it all on video anyway.”