A Good Time With Stacy Ch 04

Author's note: Thank you for your comments. It really encourages me to write.

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After a few weeks of having regular Friday night sex with Stacy, I bought myself an epilator so that I could epilate on a Thursday night and spend more time having sex with Stacy on the weekends.

One Saturday morning, after I'd managed to stumble home from sex with Stacy the previous night, I saw Lesley, my football loving, next door neighbour.

"Good morning... um-" said Lesley.

"Jess," I prompted.

"That's right," said Lesley, as if I didn't know my own name.

"Hi... um... Lesley, isn't it?" I asked.

"Les," corrected Lesley.

Les seemed to be in a good mood so I decided to confront him about his noisy, Friday night football, "Did you enjoy the game last night?" I asked.

"Yes," answered Les, with enthusiasm. "Did you watch it?"

"No," I answered. "I listened to it."

"On the radio?" asked Les, excitedly. "On double J with Roy Slaven and H. G. Nelson commentating?"

"No," I answered. "With you commentating."

It took a second for Les to realise my slightly cynical answer. "You heard me?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered, feeling a bit smug.

"I thought that the walls were more soundproof," said Les. "I never hear you."

"Maybe that's because I'm more considerate," I said. I smiled and thought 'Yes, that was a good retort.'

"I'm really sorry," said Les. "I'll turn the volume down on the TV and my voice."

Although I enjoyed embarrassing Les, I started to feel guilty: he seemed like a nice guy and genuinely apologetic about making too much noise.

Just then, Stacy exited her unit and said, "Good morning."

"Hi Stacy," I said, cheerfully.

"Morning," said Les, a bit subdued.

"Les and I have just been talking about the Friday night footy," I said to Stacy.

"I'm really sorry about making so much noise," said Les, humbly, and I felt sorry for him. He wasn't a yobbo like I thought.

"Oh we have a solution for that," said Stacy, cheerfully.

I turned away from Les and made a face at Stacy, trying to stop her from exposing our Friday night sex to him.

Stacy smiled and asked, to my relief, "Do you play football?"

"No," answered Les, a little bit more cheerfully. "Do you play any sports?"

"There aren't many sports for women in this town," I answered.

"There's netball," suggested Stacy.

"Oh yeah," said Les.

"Do you play any sports?" I asked.

"No," answered Les.

"What do you do for exercise?" I asked, noticing that he looked very fit.

"I ride bikes," answered Les, cheerfully.

"Is there a velodrome in town?" I asked.

"Yes, in the park on Faithful Street," answered Les.

"I know the park," said Stacy.

I looked at Stacy and make a face, indicating to our previous discussion about bike riders shaving their legs.

"Do you ride a bike?" asked Les.

"No," we both answered.

"Maybe we could watch?" I asked, thinking that we could check out if they had shaved legs.

"You could borrow one of the women's bikes to try riding," suggested Les.

"I think I'll watch first," said Stacy, with a suggestive grin at me.

"When do you meet?" I asked.

"Saturday evenings at five pm," answered Les, oblivious to our indiscreet undertones.

"Maybe we'll see you there?" said Stacy, with a smile.

We said our goodbyes and went on with our separate lives.

~~~

The following Saturday, Stacy and I drove to the velodrome to check out the bike riders' legs. We stood away from the other people in the grandstand and watched the bikers. They were slipstreaming each other, and yes, they all had shaved legs.

"Look, they're checking out each other's bums," said Stacy.

Although the people in the grandstand couldn't hear our conversation, they certainly heard me laugh and when I looked, some people in the crowd were watching me.

"Thanks, Stacy," I said. "I now have a reputation for laughing at the riders.

"Maybe they want to smell each other's bums."

Stacy laughed and it was Stacy's turn to be watched by the crowd. "Maybe they're bicycle-seat sniffers," she suggested.

"I thought that was only women's bikes that they sniffed," I joked.

"Apparently men's bikes too," said Stacy and we both laughed.

The riders stopped following each other and Les rode towards us. Stacy turned her back on him, before he arrived, and whispered, "Don't they look sexy in their skin-tight clothes?" I chuckled.

"Good evening, ladies," said Les. "Why don't you come over and meet some of the group?"

We joined the crowd and Les shouted us alcoholic drinks -- there was some sort of fun raising for the Christmas party. I saw Bradley, a draughtsman from my work, but he seemed to avoid me. There were many introductions and they seemed like a nice group of people but I forgot most of their names.

As we were leaving I caught up with Bradley in the carpark and asked, "Hi Brad, have I done something wrong?"

"That depends," answered Brad.

"On what?" I asked.

"On what you say at work," answered Brad.

"About what? Are you embarrassed about riding?" I asked.

"Sort of," answered Brad, a little bit more friendly. "There's a myth that bike riders are gay."

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"No," answered Brad, defensively.

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

Brad faced me and said, "You have a reputation for tearing into men and I don't want that to happen to me."

My jaw dropped. I said, "I did not know that I had that reputation. I may seem a bit detached at work but that's to protect myself. It's hard being a woman in a man's world.

"I promise not to mention anything about bike riding at work."

Brad seemed to accept my explanation and was more relaxed. "Thank you," he said.

Just then, Stacy arrived and said, "There you are."

I introduced Stacy to Brad and they seemed to like each other.

~~~

A few Fridays later, as we were eating dinner, Stacy said, "Bradley's asked me on a date."

I paused with a fork full of lasagne and asked, "Do you like him?"

"He's seems like a decent person," answered Stacy.

"Yes, he does," I agreed. "One of the better ones at work. Are you going to accept his offer?"

"That depends," said Stacy, coyly.

There was something going on that I wasn't aware of. "On what?" I asked.

"You," answered Stacy.

"You should date Brad if you want. My opinion shouldn't matter," I said.

"It's... a double date," said Stacy, tentatively.

"With me?" I asked and Stacy nodded.

"I don't know, Stacy. I don't think double dates are a good idea. I don't think that you should rely on me going out with someone I don't know."

"Les is Bradley's best friend," said Stacy. "You know Les."

I did know Les. We were friendly whenever we met and I actually thought that he was a nice guy. "You want me to date Les, my next-door neighbour?" I asked.

Stacy nodded and said, "He's a nice guy. Most of that bicycle crowd seem nice.

"Won't you do it for me?" asked Stacy, with puppy eyes. "I'll make it worth your while," she said seductively.

I watched Stacy slowly lick her lips, but I wasn't going to give in without a fight. "Where's the date?" I asked, suspiciously, but also getting randy.

Stacy perked up and said, "The Worker's Club for dinner and then a show."

"What's the food like at the Worker's Club?" I asked, thinking that it should be better than pub food.

"I don't know," answered Stacy, shyly.

At least she was honest with me, so I asked, "What's the show?"

"Um... someone called Gary MacDonald," answered Stacy.

"Norman Gunstan?" I asked, enthusiastically.

Stacy frowned, shook her head and answered, "No Gary MacDonald."

"He's a comedian, Stacy," I said, "and Norman Gunstan is his best known, comedic character."

"Oh," said Stacy, "So you'll go?"

I didn't want to seem too enthusiastic, so I answered, "I'll give it a go."

"Great," said Stacy, "I'll let Bradley know."

We finished dinner and had great, strap-on sex afterwards. "Do you think Brad will have a... big... hard... cock?" I asked, as I screwed Stacy, doggy-style, emphasising each of the last few words with a hard thrust.

Stacy grunted on each thrust and answered, "I... hope... so."

~~~

We arrived at the Worker's club and had a reasonable meal. We then sat in the theatre waiting for the show to begin.

A man came on stage and introduced himself as Phil A. Stein, the club's entertainment manager. He had an open shirt, nearly down to his bellybutton, with a giant gold necklace. His chest was hairier that a black bear's. His clothes were disgusting, flashy, seventies, disco style and he oozed overconfidence and sleaze.

Most of the audience were laughing as he flitted from table to table being as vulgar as possible. He paused at our table asking how we lovely ladies were and Stacy turned her head away in disgust.

"He's revolting," whispered Stacy, as Phil moved onto the next table.

"That's Gary MacDonald," I whispered, as I laughed. "Don't you get it? Philistine? Gary's a satirical comic. He's sending up men who are like that."

Stacy quietly said, "Oh," and chuckled as she saw the humour in the rest of Gary's act.

Phil returned to the stage and said that Gary would be awhile so there was plenty of time to buy drinks. It was a good tactic: warm up the audience to get them happy, then make the club money buy suggesting they buy drinks and giving them time to do so.

Les offered to buy us drinks so I ordered a gin and tonic, Stacy ordered a pina colada and Brad ordered a beer. "Can you remember all that?" I asked.

Les laughed and answered, "I'll give it a go," and left the table.

At least Les liked my humour.

I was seated so that I could watch Les's reactions as well as the show and I was pleased that he: laughed when Gary was funny, grimaced when he was inappropriate and groaned when he was ludicrous. Maybe Les was potential boyfriend material? He certainly seemed like a nice guy.

We had a good time and returned home. Les didn't 'try it on', which further indicated boyfriend material.

~~~

Over the following months, we double-dated: going to the movies; watching shows at the Worker's Club; picnics -- Stacy didn't seem to like being out in the sunshine -- and other friendly and fun things. We became good friends, to the point where, one night, I kissed Les at my front door. It was cute of Les to let me make the first move.

~~~

Eventually, I was comfortable enough with Les to go on single's dates with him to the movies, out for dinner or play snooker at the club. Stacy did the same with Brad and although we spent more time with our new boyfriends, we still spent 'quality time' together on Friday nights.

~~~

Eventually, my goodnight kisses became more passionate and months later I invited Les into my flat. We somehow managed to get some of our clothes off as we passionately kissed and made our way to the bedroom.

I fell onto the bed and watched Les appreciate my body. I was still wearing my see-through, matching, bra-and-panty set, that I'd bought from the adult store; my suspender belt and sheer stockings -- I'd planned to have sex with Les so this was what I'd been wearing each time we recently dated and tonight it paid off.

"Holy cow," said Les, as my sexy outfit and body sank into his brain.

I smiled as seductively as I could, and asked, "Do you like?"

Les nodded enthusiastically, so I said, as I undid my bra and threw it over his head, "Then show your appreciation."

Les grinned from ear to ear, stripped off his undies and socks and crawled up the bed between my legs. I noticed that his penis was semi-hard but that was enough for me to noticed that he was slightly above average in length and girth but not as big as the biggest dildo that Stacy and I had progressed to during our strap-on sex.

Thankfully, he didn't immediately dive in for cunnilingus: he kissed my belly and slowly kissed his way up to my lips; he didn't touch my nipples, but he did kiss between my breasts on the way; gently kissed my lips and then all around my face. They weren't sloppy kisses, they were gentle, slow kisses that made my body tingle.

I ran my fingers through Les's hair as he kissed my neck, ears and collarbone. I removed my hands from his head and placed them above my head, on the pillow, letting him slowly progress at his own pace; allowing myself to experience his talent. He slowly kissed around each boob and finally -- I was really turned on by then -- he kissed my nipple. My nipple hardened and he licked the tip of it with the tip of his tongue.

I closed my eyes and let Les gently suckle my nipple for a few minutes, which was commendable because most men just spend a few seconds on each nipple. I was really worked up and my panties were soaked, as Les let my nipple slip out of his mouth and he slowly kissed across my chest to my other, neglected nipple. He kept gently kissing my nipple and I gasped when he eventually licked and sucked it into his mouth. Les spent another couple of minutes suckling my nipple before he pulled his head back and released it. That hurt a little bit but I was too randy to complain.

Les slowly kissed his way down to my crotch and when he kissed my undies I lifted my buttocks and tried to slip them off. He gently helped me and then kissed my pubic mound. 'Now's the time to get sloppy', I thought and soon he was sucking my hairless, pubic mound.

I quickly glanced at Les's face, but when I saw that he was concentrating on my crotch, I massaged my breasts and gently pinched my nipples. Stacy would have been paying attention to my breasts, as she performed cunnilingus, but that was something I could teach Les, at a later date.

His sucking of my pubic mound caused secondary stimulation of my clitoris and after a few minutes of that stimulation I was ready for clitoral contact. It was a few minutes later when Les slowly moved his mouth down to the top of my slit and that warm feeling of impending orgasm started to spread throughout my body.

I was so close to coming when Les moved his mouth back onto my pelvic mound, but that wasn't what I wanted so, I released my right nipple, put my hand on his head and pressed downwards. Thankfully, he got the message and continued to licked and suck my clitoris. The pause had delayed my orgasm but, after Les spending another few minutes worshipping my clitoris -- and my pulling of my nipples -- I climaxed.

I trembled as that warmth rushed throughout the entirety of my body. After I'd recovered I opened my eyes and looked at Les who was grinning like the Cheshire cat. I smiled, put my hand on his head and pushed his mouth back onto my crotch.

I closed my eyes again, when Les got the message, and he sucked and licked my clitoris. He also gently eased two fingers into my vagina and I hoped that he knew what a G-spot felt like. My body trembled as he found it and I felt myself edging towards my second orgasm. I let Les idolise my groin and a few minutes later I came again.

After I came down from my climax I lifted Les's chin and he gave me a wet smile. I smiled back at him and gave him the come-hither suggestion with my index finger. He smiled broadly and crawled up the bed between my wide open, spread legs. I must have looked wanton, but I didn't care; I wanted him to fuck me.

Les spent a few seconds kissing and suckling each of my nipples but we both knew what we both wanted. I grabbed his head in both hands and pulled him up for a nice, sloppy kiss. At first he resisted but then he kissed me back as it became apparent that I didn't mind the taste of my pussy juices.

We passionately kissed for a few moments and then I grabbed his penis and guided his glans towards its reward. We both sighed as his penis penetrated me and soon Les was slowly thrusting deep inside me.

It felt nice to have a man, supported by his elbows, thrusting in and out of my vagina. The stimulation of my clitoris, by his hairy pubic mound, was something that I'd missed for nearly a year and it felt... masculine. I let Les screw me for a several minutes but I needed to take control; he wasn't quite touching the right spot inside me.

"Hop off," I said, as I pushed on his left shoulder. He frowned but complied, as he rolled over onto his back.

I mounted him, cowgirl style and thrust my hips, backwards and forwards, simultaneously stimulating my clitoris and my G-spot. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on my needs; possibly not the most considerate thing to do but I was sure that he was going to come... at some stage.

I gave it my all, with the limited provision, and soon I was able to get closer and closer to another orgasm. I rode Les unconstrained and soon he said, "Oh... god... Jess... are you going... to come... soon?"

"Yes," I answered, as I increased the rate of my thrusting.

"Oh... I'm going... to come... soon..." said Les.

"Not yet... I'm almost there..." I demanded, as I used his penis, to rub my G-spot, and his hairy pubic mound, to rub my clitoris.

"Jessie... I..." groaned Les.

My body let out all of the tension that I'd built up trying to come; I climaxed. "Now... Les... come for me," I suggested as my orgasm raced through my body.

"Oh," grunted Les and I felt his penis throbbing inside me.

I slowly thrust my hips backwards and forwards as we both recovered from our mutual climaxes. I stopped thrusting and felt Les's penis starting to go soft. I sighed, it would have been nice to stay in this position for a while longer, but I held the condom, around the base of Les's shaft, and dismounted.

I let go of Les's shaft and laid on my back as I caught my breath. I watched Les slide the condom off his flaccid penis, tie the end and look around.

"There's a bin over there," I said, as I pointed to bin next to my dressing table.

"Thanks," said Les, as he got up and put the used condom into the bin. He collapsed next to me on the bed. I placed my arm on his torso and he held my hand. We didn't say anything; what does one say after sex? "Thank you very much," sounds too formal and, "That was [insert feeling here]," could sound paltering.

We laid next to each other until Les said, "I'd... um... better... get going... You don't mind... do you?"

"No, that's fine," I answered, not ready for him to stay the night. That would be going beyond our established friendship.

I put on my dressing gown and followed Les, as he wandered throughout my flat, gathering his clothes and donned them. I kissed him at the front door and we mutually agreed to catch up. He left and I prepared for a very satisfying sleep.

~~~

Les and I were still good friends, with added benefits, but our relationship didn't just rely on sex. In fact, we were friends first and sex was secondary to our relationship. However, I wouldn't say that we were in love, we weren't quite at that stage.

Although Les was a considerate lover, he wasn't as passionate and long-lasting as Stacy and his penis wasn't as big as our largest dildos. There was also something about my friendship with Stacy that was stronger than my friendship with Les.

Stacy and I talked about sex with our boyfriends and decided that we would continue to meet on Friday nights unless we fell in love with someone. The boys, as we called Les and Brad, were happy to watch the football in Les's unit, unaware that Stacy and I were satisfying our lust in Stacy's bed. They thought that we were going through our beauty routines together.

~~~

Jock was my mentor surveyor and Ronny and I were his fieldhands. We stayed in motels when our work was too far away to travel there daily. Jock and Ronny shared a two bedroom unit and I had a room to myself.

One evening, when we were staying in a motel, there was a knock on my door. I thought that there might be a change to the next day's schedule -- sometimes we started and ended early to beat the heat haze -- so I answered the door.