Mandy stumbled inside past me and collapsed on the couch, legs askew. I could see her thick thighs as her loose skirt had flipped up some. I got a glimpse of the pink panties she wore underneath and noticed that they were nearly see-through. There was no visible darker patch under them, so I assumed she was shaven. It instantly made me wonder about the other two. Were they? Did my sister and her friends all sport a shaved pussy? Why was I thinking about this? I needed to get back to bed.
Heather looked at my bare chest and smirked. She snapped me back to reality by asking me to let them crash here at my place tonight, so they wouldn’t have to drive her car back to campus in their current state. Of course, I agreed. I mean, who wouldn’t? They had obviously been drinking and were in no condition to drive. Why they didn’t Uber straight to the dorms I couldn’t figure, but since they drove here, and they left things here, I guess it made sense.
I gathered the few blankets I had and brought them out to the den. I apologized for not having more, but I mentioned that usually, the guests I had over would just sleep in bed with me. Why I said it like that I wasn’t sure. Honestly, I knew why, I just couldn’t admit it to myself at the time. Heather grinned knowingly, and said they’d be fine. “Just don’t lock the bedroom door. You know us girls will need to pee at some point tonight.”
I shuffled off to my room as they covered Mandy up on the couch. Heather was curling up in my recliner, and Lisa making a pallet on the rug. I looked back once more and took in the sight. I reached the bedroom and started to pull my boxers back off, but hesitated. What if someone did come in to use the bathroom? I decided to err on the side of caution and leave them on. I closed the bedroom door. Almost as soon as I shut the door, it popped open and Heather reached in and grabbed one of the bags on the floor. Seeing the thong that had been left in the bathroom, she looked up and grinned. “Oops, Lisa must have forgotten those earlier.”
Damn. Now I pictured Lisa sliding those neon green panties down her slender, toned legs and got hard all over again. I laid down in bed and began to rub my dick through my thin boxers. I cursed myself for those thoughts and rolled over, needing sleep. Sleep eventually came, but I tossed and turned a bunch as my thoughts raced about the scene in my apartment.
At some point that morning – I couldn’t tell you the time, let’s just say it was way too early – I awoke to a familiar sensation. My dick felt wonderful, all hard and throbbing, with some gentle pressure being applied. What felt like a warm, soft hand was rubbing and gently stroking it. As the cloud of unconsciousness cleared, the sensation became stronger. Someone besides me was playing with my cock and balls. And it felt good. My dick was out of the fly of my boxers. I certainly hadn’t pulled it out, of that I was sure, and it was being stroked, now a bit firmer and faster. I was getting a masterful hand job. I sighed and enjoyed the feeling. Stacey hadn’t woken me up like this in a while…. Ahh, Stacey. We had stopped dating just before graduation. Wait…, what?
I pried an eyelid open, and through the haze saw brunette hair and a lot of skin, with hints of pink. As my vision cleared, I could see it was Mandy, sitting there in just a pink bra, one that matched the panties I had seen the night before when they came home. She had a look of pleased concentration on her face as her hands expertly manipulated my dick up and down, alternating between long and slow strokes along the entire length and shorter, faster jerks closer to the head. Her ample boobs jiggled with her arm motions. I could see her bra was the same, nearly see-through material as the panties were, and I could make out her hard nipples resting in their cups, trying to poke through the cloth. They looked delicious.
My gaze drifted down to her waist, where I saw she still had on the skirt from the night before and I thought again about her pink panties, and the fact I was pretty sure she had a shaved pussy under them. That thought along with her talented hands shot me closer to the edge. I looked down at my dick sticking out of my boxers, her hands doing a wonderful job of bringing me closer and closer to finishing. I groaned in pleasure at the sight, and she looked at my face and gave me a flirty smile, her eyes beaming at my response. That was enough. I stiffened and burst right then, shooting cum in the air that landed on my neck and chest. Mandy squealed softly and instantly slowed her stroking as the next few bursts covered my stomach. The last globs coated her fingers as she slowed her strokes to a stop. She smiled big at me and whispered “Good morning” before licking her fingers clean.
She bounced off the bed with a wink and into the bathroom. I heard the faucet turn on, so I assumed she was washing my cum off her hands. She flashed me another smile and then left the room, but not before flipping the back of her skirt up at me and letting me see her panty-covered butt. Those pink panties were not a thong, but a sexy bikini cut that flattered her cheeks very nicely.
I laid there for a while, feeling good, then curious, and then guilty. Why had I let her do that? Mandy was my sister’s friend. I should have stopped it. What would Heather think? Oh no… Heather. I just knew she’d hate me for this. We weren’t especially close, but I did not want to lose the relationship we did have. Fuck. I had let something happen that never should have. How could I look her in the eye again?
I stayed in bed until nearly noon before pulling a shirt and shorts on and opening the bedroom door. Mandy was asleep again on the couch, covered in a blanket. Heather was still curled up in the recliner, and Lisa stretched out on the floor between them. I could see her blouse was unbuttoned a couple of buttons and had opened slightly, allowing a pert little nipple to be visible to me visible from this angle. Damn, no bra. I mean, she was probably not much more than an A cup, but still, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I started thinking, she wasn’t wearing a bra, was she wearing any panties? I had found that green thong. Heather said it was Lisa’s. Was she wearing nothing under her skirt? I had seen Heather from behind earlier in the afternoon as they were getting ready. She certainly had one on, and I guessed she hadn’t taken it off. I had seen Mandy’s panties last night and this morning. So, was Lisa commando, top and bottom? For a second there I surveyed the room, wondering if there was an angle from which I could see. But there wasn’t, and then I chastised myself for even thinking about that. I tried to shake it all off and went into the kitchen for some breakfast. Cold pizza sounded good, so I opened the fridge for a slice.
As I closed it, Heather was standing there. “Morning bro,” she said as she opened the fridge and grabbed a slice for herself. I apologized for locking the door and she did as well for not telling me straight out that they’d be coming back. “You’re so smart… I thought you’d just know.” I smiled and told her that they were welcome to come by any time. She gave me a long hug, pressing her perfect body into mine. I let my hands slide down to her waist as I pulled her in close. She thanked me again and said they’d better get going soon, as they had a study group to get to after lunch.
I watched as she rousted the others and they headed into my room to change again. I tried not to picture what the scene behind the doors looked like, but I couldn’t help it. Lisa’s nipple. Mandy’s panties. Her bra. Lisa’s thong. Not to mention my sister’s perfect body. And that hand job. I sat in the recliner and let my imagination run wild for a minute, my dick hardening as my thoughts raced.
The bedroom door opening snapped me out of it. The three of them marched out, bags in hand. Each one thanked me for being so nice and gave me a sisterly hug. I closed the door behind them and immediately grabbed my cock. They were so young and innocent looking just now. How could I have those dirty thoughts about them? I hated myself for the rest of the day. I decided to work on some lesson plans to keep my mind occupied.
A few weeks went by and Heather appeared at my door alone one Tuesday evening. She had some car trouble and was broken down a few blocks away. I ushered her in. She sat down and immediately started to cry. I put an arm around her and she buried her face in my shoulder. I could smell her shampoo and feel her softness as I pulled her in closer. I really didn’t intend to, but as I looked down, I got an eyeful of cleavage. Damn her and her low-cut tops.
Apparently, she was failing a class, had just broken up with some guy, and was trying to find a job. She had just come from an interview, one she felt she had bombed, when on the way back to the dorms, her car had stalled out. She vented and cried for a while and I did my brotherly best to reassure her. I took her to her car and quickly discovered it was just out of gas. We went to fill my gas can and she revealed it was her freshman history class she was failing. Did I mention I was a history major? That I now taught history for a living? Naturally, I offered to help her with the class, and discovered the material they were covering was very similar to what I was walking my classes through at the time. I got her car gassed up, and it started, so I told her to come by sometime that week for some tutoring.