“We need to work on that last cheer.” She says. “Did you see how out of sync we were? It was awful!” “I was only watching you.” I admit. “I thought you were awesome.” I say, opening the door for her and tossing her bag in the backseat.
“You just like girls in skimpy outfits.” She says, laughing. Her skirt rides up, exposing most of her dark thigh, as she gets in the car.
“Where to?” I ask, as I settle into my seat. “How about a Frappuccino?” I say, starting the car and backing out of the parking lot.
“Oh God, no!” She says. “I am so sweaty.” She’s, running her hand up and down her damp legs, and then fanning them with her pleated skirt, raising it up and down, exposing her sexy brown thighs. “I need to go home and take a shower.” She says. “Do you mind just taking me home, Mike?” A momentary vision of Jasmine in the shower is all my cock needs to react.
“Not at all.” I say, trying to hide my disappointment. “I didn’t even think about what a workout that is.” I say. Fuck! I just want to lick all the sweat from her shapely thighs and bury my face between them.
I pull my eyes from Jasmine’s fully exposed legs to maneuver my car through the parking lot. Near the exit, we pass Jimmy’s car and I look over to see if Jasmine noticed Amber in the front seat. She must have, because she’s suddenly very quiet. We ride the rest of the way in silence, her head against the window and my eyes admiring her legs.
That night at work, as I’m reshelving stray books, Barbara walks into the store, looking like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. My shock at seeing her is replaced by a stirring in my groin, as I watch her walk towards me.
“Hi Mike.” Barbara says, when she gets within a few feet of me. Her white high-collar blouse is open at the neck, revealing a distracting amount of her light brown tits. She’s wearing a form fitting skirt and knee high boots with three-inch heels. “Is there somewhere we can talk?” She asks, looking around the store.
“Sure.” I answer, glancing around. It’s a weeknight and the store is fairly quiet. I lead her over to a corner by the history section, where two overstuffed chairs face each other. I watch her skirt ride up her beautiful thighs, as we each take a chair.
“I owe you an apology.” She says, leaning towards me, so our conversation won’t be overheard. Her blouse gapes and my eyes momentarily take in the curves of her breasts, as they disappear into a white lace bra.
“It’s fine.” I say, forcing myself to look at her face.
“No it’s not.” She says quietly. “I was rude and I’m sorry.” She looks away from me and takes a deep breath before continuing. I glance down at her tits swelling against the confines of her bra, as I try to keep my cock from overreacting.
“You seem like a nice guy, Mike.” Barbara says. “But I don’t know if you realize what’s going on here.” She shifts in her seat and looks away again, obviously very nervous about what she’s about to reveal.
“Remember that old movie, ‘Nine to Five’?” She asks. “The one with Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton.”
“Yeah, that’s one of my mom’s favorite movies. We used to watch it over and over. Wasn’t Lily Tomlin in it?” I ask, wondering where this is going.
“Yes, that’s right.” She smiles. “Remember the scene where they got stoned and sat around fantasizing about what they wanted to do with their boss?” I nod, watching her face. It’s amazing how a smile can illuminate the beauty of her features. “Well, that’s what it was like when we first found out about our husbands.” She says. “We sat around talking about how we would find the right guy and do the same thing they were doing. But it was all fantasy! I never thought we’d actually do it.”
“You were like the Jane Fonda character?” I say, remembering more of the movie, even though it has been a few years since I’ve seen it.
“Right!” She says, smiling her radiant smile again and leaning even closer to me. “Shelly and Cyn are living out the fantasy, but I don’t believe two wrongs will make it right.” She says, conspiratorially. “I haven’t decided how to confront my husband, but for me, this isn’t the answer.” My eyes keep darting down the front of her blouse, while I struggle to maintain eye contact. The way she’s leaning, her blouse and bra are pulling away from her chest and I can see about three-quarters of her light brown tits, including part of her dark areola.
“I understand.” I say, uncertain about why she’s telling me all this, but captivated by her beauty and sexuality.
“I’m not sure you do, Mike.” She says. “We had suspected our husbands for some time. What we didn’t know is that they have recently been seeing one particular white parishioner who takes on all three of them at once.” My surprise must have shown, because she nodded her head. “Yes sir, apparently every hole was being filled at the same time.” She says, sitting back in her chair and crossing her beautiful legs.
“Our fantasy mirrored what they were doing.” She explains, responding to the confusion that must be evident on my face. “Our fantasy ended with all three of us taking on one white guy together.” She whispers. “That’s you and I just thought you should know the plan. After the group sex, the fantasy ends.” She stands up to leave. “Please don’t tell Cyn or Shelly that I was here.” She adds as she turns and walks away.
I just sit there stunned, watching Barbara’s ass cheeks ripple inside her tight skirt, as she leaves the store. My cock springs to life at the vision of these three women naked in my bed. I can’t quite figure how all three could have me at once. I could fuck one and eat one, but what is the third one doing. I saw a video once where a woman had cocks in her ass, pussy and mouth, but… I’m broken out of my reverie by a page to customer service.
I finish my shift and go home, falling asleep to the image of a threesome with Cyn and Shelly. According to Barbara, it may not be an unrealistic dream. They may follow through with their plan, even without Barbara. Somehow Jasmine shows up in the middle of my dream and then we end up in a threesome with Amber. Everything is getting very confused.
Jasmine and I settle into a regular routine, with me picking her up from cheerleading practice each afternoon. Sometimes we stop at Starbucks, sometimes I take her straight home. We talk and laugh about everything and nothing; she’s so easy to be with. I’m getting used to seeing her in her cheerleading outfit and I don’t stare at her exposed legs quite as much.