I knelt at the foot of the bed, watching as they kissed, started to caress one another. I wasn’t surprised when it was Amy who broke the kiss first. “Oh — Beth — don’t stop, touch me, use your mouth while Tim –”
She turned onto her back, opened to me, and I didn’t hesitate, burying my mouth in her. The fragrance of the bath oil, mixed with Amy’s arousal, was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help myself, my tongue exploring her, pressing inside her then moving to flicker over her nub. Beth’s lips were on Amy’s nipples, and Amy gasped. “Oh — oh god — I’m –” and her body arched, a spurt of clear liquid against my mouth, her thighs clenching around me, her lips seeking Beth’s urgently for a final kiss. “Ohhh…”
“Wow,” breathed Beth. “It just seems to get more intense, Amy.”
Amy nodded wordlessly, turning onto her side. “Now you, Beth.”
Beth threw me a smile. “I already know what I’d like you to do, Tim.”
I nodded, moving to lie back on the bed, and she slid her body over mine. Instead of offering me her breasts, she moved up straight away so that I could reach her wetness with my mouth, and I didn’t hesitate, starting to tongue her with the same urgency I’d used on Amy. “You can take a little more time,” Beth’s voice was amused, and I slowed, my tongue exploring. I moved my hands to her breasts, caressing where Amy’s fingers had been a few moments before, and Beth tilted her head back with a contented sigh. “This is perfect.”
Even though we’d slowed things down, I could sense from her body that she wanted, needed her release soon, and I began to move my tongue more insistently. “Oh — mm, yes –” I heard. “Now I’m ready.”
I smiled to myself, already knowing what I’d do to make the crucial moment as intense as it could be. I stroked one hand down her smooth stomach, then slid a finger inside her just for a few moments to pick up her slipperiness. Then as my tongue continued to lap, I moved my finger further back till I found her other opening. “Oh — oh god, yes, Tim, that’ll make me –” I heard, and as I pressed my fingertip inwards, Beth cried out, her body tensing, shaking, warmth flooding from her…
Finally she subsided, sliding off me carefully. “Wow,” I heard Amy’s voice, “that looked amazing.”
Beth let Amy fold her in a tender embrace, and I smiled to myself, spreading the blanket over them, turning out the light, then joining them on the bed. “Sweet dreams,” I murmured, kissing each of them softly, then I closed my eyes, drifting off.
The next I knew, it was full daylight, and there was a quiet but persistent knocking on the front door. I pulled on jeans, shirt, and took the stairs down to the hall two at a time. “Just a minute,” I called. A dash into the kitchen, frantically trying to remember what was there that shouldn’t be — my boxers, and a pair of panties. I found the shorts, rolled Amy’s panties inside to make an item I hoped would look innocuous clutched in my hand.
I opened the front door, hoping I didn’t look too rumpled. “Sarah — hi!”
“I thought I’d pop round and pick the keys up, save you fighting your way into town through the traffic,” she explained.
“Come in for a bit,” I invited. “The girls are still asleep, but I’ll make us coffee — it’ll have to be black, though.”
Sarah stepped into the hall. “I’d love a coffee, actually.”
She followed me into the kitchen, sat down at the table. I spooned instant granules into mugs, waited for the kettle to boil. “Here you go.”
Sarah sipped gratefully. “So, what are your plans?”
“Actually I have a favour to ask,” I ventured. “We’ll be moving in more or less as soon as the paperwork’s final, but we could really do with someone to be here for a delivery — all the flatpack.”
“Oh, that’d be no problem,” nodded Sarah. “Just give me a call at the office and let me know what day.”
She looked round, puzzled. “Something smells really nice — I didn’t notice it yesterday when I was showing you around.”
I managed to hide my smile. “Maybe it’s the perfume Amy wears, it’s quite distinctive.”
Sarah finished her coffee. “Anyway, I’d better get going — another property I’m really hoping to finalise today.”
I handed her the keys. “We’ll make sure the Yale’s locked when we go.”
I walked to the front door with her. “Thanks again, Sarah — I know we’re going to be happy here.”
“I’m glad.” And before I could blink, react, she’d leaned over to kiss me softly on the cheek. “See you soon.” Then she was gone.
I climbed the stairs, found Beth and Amy propped up in bed. “You seem to have another fan,” Amy’s voice was teasing.
“Maybe it’s that bath oil,” Beth smirked. “He doesn’t usually have young women swooning in his arms — well, present company excepted.”
“She didn’t swoon,” I protested mildly. “She was friendly, but very professional.”
Beth reached to touch a fingertip to my cheek. “Mmhm — very professional lipstick, right, Amy?”
“OK,” I raised my hands. “I surrender.”
I glanced at the angle of the sun. “We should get going soon, if Amy’s going to be in time for her class.”
“OK,” nodded Beth. “So if you give Amy her panties back, we can get dressed.”
“Panties?” I feigned innocence.
Amy’s eyes widened, her cheeks turning unmistakeably pink. “So they’re still in the kitchen — and Sarah –?”
Beth pretended to frown, but I could tell she was holding back laughter. “Tim’s messing with you, Amy.”
I had my rolled-up boxers behind my back, and Beth held out her hand. “Give.”
“Oh, this?” I teased. “It’s just my shorts.”
“OK, Amy,” Beth was definitely laughing now. “You tickle him and I’ll grab it.”
Amy complied, and I squirmed as she dug her fingers playfully into my ribs. “OK, OK.”
Beth unrolled my boxers, and Amy took her panties with a toss of her head, slipped them on. “For that, you can drive all the way back without these,” Beth wagged her finger, holding onto my shorts.
“Even if I promise to treat us to breakfast?”
Beth exchanged grins with Amy. “OK, deal.”
A few minutes later we were leaving the house, and I pulled the front door closed, checking that it was properly locked as I’d promised Sarah. We retraced our route to the motorway, and I waited for the next blue sign, pulling off at the service station.
“Mm,” nodded Amy as I put our tray on the table. “These bacon muffins are great — not sure zingy chicken’s really a breakfast thing.”
When we’d finished eating, we headed north again, and I turned off the motorway at the familiar junction. The dual carriageway into town, and I pulled up outside the college. “Wish I could come to you again tonight,” Amy said wistfully.
“I know, darling,” Beth nodded. “But you can talk to your Mum about the house and everything.”
“Classes finish at the end of this week,” Amy said. “Then it’s just getting ready for exams.”
She gave us a hopeful look. “That other bedroom would be perfect for revising.”
“We’ll do the paperwork today,” I promised.
Amy leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, then Beth. “I’ll call you,” she promised.
We watched her walk up the steps, then disappear out of sight. The emotion in Beth’s voice was obvious as she spoke — “I can hardly believe it’s only been a couple of days, Tim. And –” now her voice faltered, her fingers fumbling for mine — “what she said — about next summer –”
I drew her head into my shoulder, stroking her hair. “I know, love. Come on, let’s go home.”
I started the engine, pulled away, and a few minutes later we were outside the house. Beth’s arm was round my waist as we walked up the path, and when the front door closed behind us, she wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Nice to have you all to myself sometimes.”
“Upstairs, love?” I queried softly.
“Mmm.”
We were still in bed when Amy video called us. “Hi, you two. You OK?”
Beth pulled out of my arms, sat up. “Mmhm. You?”
“Great — I told Mum about the house, and she’s really pleased.”
Amy grinned. “I didn’t say quite so much about the rest of the weekend.”
My laptop was on the dressing table, the camera giving Amy a view of the whole room. “You look pretty relaxed,” she ventured.
Beth stretched lazily, the covers slipping down to leave her breasts bare. “Wish I was there with you,” Amy’s voice was almost wistful.
“Still, we can think of a way to have fun.” I glanced at Beth, and she gave me a knowing smile. “I’m sure there’s something in your room you could use to improvise, Amy.”
Amy looked around, curiosity and distinct anticipation in her face. “Well…”
She reached out of view of the camera, coming back with a hairbrush in her hand. “How about this?”
Beth grinned. “Oh, I can think of some things.”
“Like this?” Amy’s voice held obvious anticipation as she teased her nipples with the handle of the hairbrush through the thin t-shirt she wore. “Or this…”
I felt a distinct thrill as Amy slid the handle between her parted lips, swirled her tongue on it. “Mmm,” I heard Beth’s obviously-aroused voice, “I know — you pretend that’s Tim, and I’ll watch and do to him what you do.”
“Oh wow,” Amy nodded. “That’ll be so hot.”
Beth pulled the covers off me and gave a satisfied nod. “Ready, Amy?”
I couldn’t help my groan as Beth’s mouth surrounded me, the feeling increased exquisitely by watching Amy’s movements on the laptop screen. “Ohh…”
Beth chuckled, pausing to wet fingertips with her tongue, reaching to brush then gently pinch my nipples. “Oh — mm — oh god,” I gasped, the sensation overwhelming. Beth swallowed wetly as I spurted, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Amy’s throat bob as she imitated. “Mmm…”
Beth released me, sitting up. “Wow, Amy, that really worked.”
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