Two's Company, Three's… Ch. 03

The road was just beyond the woods, the pub a hundred yards further on, and a few minutes later we were sitting at a table looking at the menu. “What do you fancy, Amy?” I queried.

“I think… the gammon,” she judged.

“And I’d like fish and chips,” Beth requested.

I went to the bar to order — I decided to treat myself to steak — and came back with our drinks. “Cider for you two, and I’ve got a pint of real ale.”

Our food arrived, and Amy watched as I cut into my steak. “What is it with men and charred things, Beth?” she chuckled. “I think I’d have mine a bit less well done.”

“We can have a barbecue tomorrow –” I began to offer, then hesitated. “Can you stay again tonight, Amy?”

She grinned. “Beth told Mum you’d drop me off at college on Monday morning, so there’s the rest of the weekend for you to have your wicked way with me.”

Beth looked thoughtful. “And we can talk.”

“What about?” I queried.

“Well,” Beth gave Amy a knowing look. “This seems to have turned into a little more than just helping Amy think about what she might like.”

Amy nodded, letting Beth continue. “So, what if Amy’s uncle and aunt want to solve Amy’s accommodation problem when she’s at uni? Rents are sky-high, and we don’t want her living in some mouldy bedsit.”

Beth paused, glanced at me. “We were thinking of moving anyway, weren’t we, Tim. We could look for somewhere near the university, maybe big enough to have a couple of other students, and Amy could be our first lodger.”

Amy’s mouth dropped open. “Would you really do that for me?”

I put my hand on hers. “You know what they say — if you’ve got more than enough, you have what someone else needs.”

Amy and Beth exchanged glances, and they both burst out laughing. “What?” I asked, puzzled.

Beth shook her head, grinning. “You can be a bit slow sometimes, Tim. Doesn’t what you said count for last night and this morning, too?”

My eyes widened in realisation. “Oh — oh, yes, I see what you mean.”

We finished eating, and Beth got to her feet. “Let’s pop to the loo, Amy.”

When they returned, they were both grinning again, and I rolled my eyes. “Just for that, I’m not going to ask what now.”

“You’ll find out,” Amy promised.

The path back through the woods was mostly downhill, and we managed to reach the car without any detours, except for a quick glance at one particular fallen tree — “That was fun, wasn’t it, Beth,” Amy said softly.

“Mm, yes.”

As we drove back I glanced in the mirror to see the girls kissing, arms wrapped around one another. “I hope you’re not going to make it too hard for me to concentrate on my driving,” I pretended to grumble.

“What’s hard, now?” Beth teased, and the two of them dissolved into laughter again.

When we reached the house, Beth glanced at me. “Tim — can you bring your laptop into the lounge? We can have a look at properties.”

“Sure.”

We sat on the sofa, Amy in the middle, and Beth tapped at keys. “What sort of place would you like to live, Amy?”

Amy thought for a moment. “Somewhere big, old but well looked after. It’d be nice if it was in the countryside, maybe with a patch of woodland, the bedroom windows looking out over the trees.”

For a moment her face took on a little-girl look. “An attic, with those windows in the roof — that’d be fun.”

More tapping, then “Oh!” from Beth. “What about this?”

I leaned closer to Amy to look at the screen. “Wow.”

“Period property, immaculately restored, own grounds. Recently listed,” read Beth.

We exchanged glances. “Wonder if they do viewings on Sundays?” she ventured. “The barbecue can wait for another day.”

I took out my phone. “Only one way to find out.”

I dialled, and almost immediately the call was answered. “Farquarson’s, can I help you?”

“My name’s Tim Smith. My wife and I have seen a property on your website that we’re interested in — we wonder if it might be possible to view?”

I gave the reference number, and I heard the sound of pages turning. “Certainly, sir. One of the team is available tomorrow, if that’s not too soon?”

“That’s perfect.”

A pause. “Can I ask, have you already made your financial arrangements?”

I threw a grin at Beth. “Actually this would be a cash purchase.”

“Oh — I see. That’s fine, then, sir. Shall I put this in for, say, twelve o’clock?”

“Thank you.”

The call ended, and I could see Amy looking at me thoughtfully. “If I’d known you two were loaded, I’d have found my way into your bed sooner,” she teased. Her expression changed to uncertainty, as though she was worried she’d gone too far with her joke.

Beth kissed her. “We’re family, so it’s fine. Now, Tim, darling, put the kettle on.”

I brought in hot drinks, and Amy nibbled at a biscuit. “Nobody’s hungry again yet, are they?” I queried.

“We can have sandwiches later,” decided Beth. She glanced across at Amy. “Did you say you thought you’d knocked your toe when we were walking, split a nail?”

“Think so.”

One of Beth’s favourite things was having her feet pampered, so I wasn’t surprised at all when she glanced at me. “Tim, do you want to get the clippers? And that bottle of lotion.”

When I returned, Amy had pulled her dress up a little, and I knelt, taking one foot in my lap. “These all look OK,” I judged. “But I can trim your nails, Amy?”

“Mm, please.”

I plied the clippers carefully, Amy only wriggling a couple of times — “Oh, don’t tickle!” — then smoothed lotion over her foot. “Nice?”

“Mm.”

The other foot, and I nodded. “This one’s split just a little, I’ll sort it.”

The clippers again, then more lotion. “Mmm, don’t stop,” Amy breathed, and I carried on using my fingers to massage her foot gently. I wasn’t at all surprised when Amy’s fingers felt for the hem of her dress, drew it up still further, but then I blinked. “Er, Amy, isn’t something missing?”

A giggle from both girls, and Beth produced crumpled cotton from her pocket. “In the pub — we decided that actually neither of us needed our panties.”

Amy shifted position, sliding down the sofa. “You touching my feet has really got me turned on, Tim,” she hinted.

I couldn’t resist, burying my mouth in her wetness. Beth leaned closer to kiss Amy, then began to stroke her breasts through the thin fabric of Amy’s dress, and I used my tongue to explore softly. “Ohh,” I heard Amy’s moan against Beth’s lips.

I found Amy’s hard nub, my tongue moving more insistently now, and her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips flexing. “Mm — oh, I’m getting so close.”

“Imagine it’s you, Amy,” I heard Beth’s voice, “pushed up against that tree, Tim’s fingers pressing his hardness against you as he moves, then all his stuff just where you want it, all sticky and warm…”

“Oh — mm, yes, Beth –” then Amy’s voice dissolved into incoherence as she tensed, shuddered. “Ohh…”

Beth’s arms around Amy, and I shifted to hold her from the other side. “I love it when you imagine, Beth,” Amy murmured.

“If you could have anything at all,” Beth chuckled softly, “what would you imagine for us?”

Amy was silent for a few moments, then “So we’ve gone to view the house, and somehow the guy from the estate agent has left us with the keys to take a longer look around. We decide to play a game — every new room we go in, we all have to take one thing off, leave it there.”

“Do we end up in the bedroom?” Beth queried.

Amy shook her head. “The kitchen — Tim’s already run out of things to take off, and you and I shed our panties, drop them on the counter. There’s a big table, solid wood, and you sprawl on your back on it.”

“Can anyone see in?” I asked, and Amy thought. “There’s a big window, it faces the road, so if anyone’s passing, they could definitely see.”

“What happens next?” breathed Beth.

“I get on the table with you, we’re kissing, we can’t keep our hands off one another, Tim’s just watching. I start to touch you — you know, there — and your fingers are on me too, I move my mouth down to your breasts, we’re both touching each other more and more, then –” Amy’s face was flushed now — “you get there first, you spurt through my fingers, there’s a puddle on the table, and I can’t help myself, I get there too, I make the table even wetter, and we just lie there, we’re breathing so quickly…”

“Wow,” nodded Beth. She raised her eyebrows. “And Tim, what does he do?”

Amy hesitated, lowering her eyes as though suddenly shy about what she’d thought of. “He — he’s using his hand on himself, he walks over to the table, and he looks at us, then he moans — the way he does when he’s in you, Beth, when he can’t hold back any more — and his stuff spurts, it goes all over my breasts, then on you, I can’t believe how much there is, all those white sticky blobs on your stomach…”

Amy stopped, her eyes shining, and Beth grinned. “Mm — if the kitchen’s anything like that, Amy, we should so do it.”

She glanced at the clock. “Tim, if Amy and I go for a shower, would you treat us to those sandwiches in bed? You know we’ll make it worth the effort.”

I chuckled. “Sure.”

They disappeared up the stairs, and I heard water running while I buttered bread, found cold meat. I carried the tray up to the bedroom, and a few moments later they appeared, hair wet, drops of water still beading in the fur between their thighs. “Didn’t have time to dry properly?” I teased.

Beth picked up a sandwich. “Mm — my favourite.”

She sprawled on the bed. “You in the middle this time, Tim.”

I complied, and we worked our way through the sandwiches, then brushed crumbs off. “So what’s my treat?”

A shy giggle from Amy. “Last night — after you’d used your mouth on me for the first time –” she paused, breathing in, her eyes closing for a moment as she remembered — “you said, if I didn’t stop, I’d have too much sticky stuff to deal with.”

She grinned at Beth. “Think we’ve decided that there’s no such thing as ‘too much’, right, Beth?”

“Right.”

“So…”

I gasped as they both leaned closer, a mouth on each of my nipples, tongues circling, suckling. Then Amy let Beth carry on while she moved downwards, examining my growing hardness from different angles. She kissed the tip, dabbed her tongue in the droplet of clear liquid that had already started to form — “I definitely like.”