I had convinced myself that Dahlia was my girlfriend, someone I had lasting romantic feelings about. I also convinced myself that she felt the same way. It wasn't until I was alone in a train station in Arles, France after watching her leave on the arm of the Italian version of me, that I realized what I was.
Back to the U.S, and June. I was heartbroken and pretty much destitute. I was living in the carriage house behind my sister's place. She was in the middle of renovating the old building. She hoped to turn into a real rental and I was free labor. I got a job waiting tables at a nice restaurant, something I wasn't great at but I was good looking and able to speak clearly. The Lunch Ladies loved me. My favorite was a group of twenty women all 50+ that would come in on Sunday and order brunch as a cover for drinking wine and flirting clumsily with me all afternoon. Had the lunch ladies known how easily I could have been had, they may have not been as generous at the tipping as they were.
As it was, I worked about 12 hours a week at the restaurant and a couple of hours a week at my sister's carriage house. I had no real motivation to work hard on the house, as that would mean the end of my free rent. So I took to filling my time with wasting my time. I spent a lot of time hanging around a coffee shop in the neighborhood for long hours.
I was sitting outside the coffee shop enjoying the afternoon thinking about walking to a nearby liquor store and spending some of my Lunch Lady money on a bottle of vodka. I must have been dozing a little because I opened my eyes and Chani was standing in front of me. She gave me a big smile and leaned in for a hug. I honestly didn't remember her name at the time but I knew that I knew her and had talked with her more than once.
Chani was pretty. Light brown hair, big green eyes, big tits and wide hips. She was around 19 years old. She had the kind of body that was going to be hard to maintain into her thirties but very desirable now. I hadn't really thought about her at all before Europe. I had my head full of the woman paying for my travel and drinks and dinners. Now sitting there on that hot June, simple, kind, Chani in her yellow sundress seemed just about perfect.
She asked me about my trip and I told her about the places I had gone, leaving out the details of my love life. Chani seemed genuinely interested and for the first time in a week I thought that maybe things were going to be okay. Chani asked me if I remembered her friend Katey. I told her I did even though I didn't. She told me that Katey had been talking about me and that she thought we'd be 'cute' together. We made plans to hang out with the three of us at the coffee shop the next weekend.
When I got up to leave, Chani hugged me and then kissed my cheeks. She laughed and said she had learned that when she had been to Paris on a school trip years ago. I mentioned that real friends did the kisses on the cheeks and then one on the mouth. I was half joking but she jutted her chin forward and closed her eyes. I kissed her, maybe a little longer than I would've a friend. She didn't seem to mind and I left feeling not quite so heartbroken.
Friday rolled around and I showed up to the coffee shop. Chani and Katey sat next to each other whispering and laughing. I watched them through the shop window before entering. They had chosen to dress as a pair, both in short sundresses and sandals. Katey wore her hair down around her shoulders, her blonde tresses streaked with blue. Chani had her darker hair back with a headband decorated with sunflowers. She loved sunflowers.
They looked up when I came through the door, and Chani waved me over. She stood and gave me cheek kisses and then planted her lips on mine. Just a little too long to be German, maybe French. When she was done she turned to Katey and told her to copy her. Katey was a little more awkward but gave me the three kisses. When she was done, Chani licked a napkin and wiped lipstick from my face. I noticed the pair were heavily made up, dark eyes, and matching glossy lips.
We talked about my trip and I avoided any reference to Dahlia. I asked how the Spring had been for them. Chani was working at a credit card company answering phones, and Katey had been enrolled at a cosmetology school. After about a half hour, the girls got up and went to the washroom together.
When they came back Chani went out the door, and Katey came and stood next to me.
"Where is she going?"
Katey blushed a little,
"She's getting something from her car."
Then she blushed again and said awkwardly.
"We want to show you something."
I got up from my seat and followed Katey outside. The sun had just started to set and a deep orange glow was growing in the west. She was good looking, slender but with tightly muscled shoulders and arms. It was clear she worked out. Her figure was athletic but round in all the right places. She had a great ass.
Chani found us on the sidewalk, a heavy looking quilt in her arms. She motioned us forward and Katey took my hand and walked in the direction she had indicated. A couple of short blocks and Chani led us through a parking lot to the back of what used to be a furniture warehouse. She slipped through a gap in a chain link fence and led us down an alleyway. The building curved and by the time we hit the end of the alley we couldn't be seen from the parking lot.
Chani started spreading out the blanket. Katey, as if on cue, grabbed my face and started kissing me. I leaned back against the wall to get closer to her height. She wasn't particularly skilled, but she was eager. Her lips were spastic and she darted her tongue in and out of my mouth. I felt Chani rise to stand next to me. I turned to face her and she kissed me. While I was busy with her mouth, Katey started rubbing my chest and kissing my neck.
Chani pulled back and kissed Katey. Katey kissed her back and I stood stock still like a wolf that had discovered a pair of rabbits, not wanting to scare them. When they were done with that, Katey smiled at me,
"We're not gay. It's just for fun."
I nodded. Chani started tugging at the buttons on my jeans. She giggled and looked me in the eye,
"We talked about it and decided we're going to blow you."
Again I nodded not wanting to say the wrong thing. Knowing I could ruin any moment by saying what was on my mind. Even this one. Katey nodded at me and looked at me from under her brow.
"Yeah, we want to blow you."
She leaned in to kiss me some more. I felt Chani's hand down in my shorts. It didn't take her long to find my stiffened penis. She giggled when she got her hand around it.
"Ooh it's a nice one, look at it Katey."
Katey paused long enough to glance down and my cock in her friend's hand. She gave a little hum of approval and then returned to my lips.
While Katey and I were busy making out, Chani slipped to her knees and began kissing at the head of my dick. Chani played like that for a minute or two and then planted her lips around me and started massaging my cock with her tongue. I shuddered a little and Katey gripped my wrist and put it on her breast.
A few more minutes and Chani was fully engaged, sucking and slurping at my angry appendage. Katey had gotten my shirt off and was tickling my nipples with her tongue. I was beginning to feel like this might be a short experience when Chani stopped and pulled Katey next to her.
"Your turn."
Katey was as eager at my cock as she had been at my lips, and about the same amount of skill. Without direction there was no way I was going to cum. It felt good though. I mean it felt great, just kind of all over the place. Chani switched with Katey kissing me. Her lips were full to begin with, but now were swollen and hot. I let my finger slide the slim straps of her dress from her shoulders. She helped me and soon was stripped to the waist.
Her tits were large, even for her frame. Gravity hadn't had a chance to work on her, but she really should start wearing bras. I let my hands wander the soft terrain of her breasts. Lingering over her erect nipples. She was a good kisser.
Again they switched places, this time Chani paused long enough to pull Katey's dress off. Katey looked cute in her little blue g-string, it matched her tennis shoes and the stripe on her athletic socks. On her way down to my dick, Chani made a stop at Katey's tits, sucking hard at each nipple in turn. Katey gave a little moan each time and this time kept her hand wrapped in Chani's hair as she got to her knees and began praying at my fleshy idol.
Katey mounted my thigh and ground her hips into me. I could feel the hot focus of her vagina against the large muscle in my leg. I gripped her ass and pulled her closer. Her breath was sweet and her lips tasted like cherry flavor. Her breasts against my body I almost forgot about the girl on her knees. Was I that easy? Constantly in love, all it takes is the moment and the night, the right words and a pretty girl.
Yes, I was. But again I wasn't, because this would fade. When my breath was my own and I was alone. Probably later, laying awake listening to music and wishing my thoughts weren't so loud, my memory so cruel. But, for right now I could be in love, with her, with both of them.
Chani turned Katey so she was straddling my cock between her legs. I wrapped my hands around her, cupping her breasts and breathing hot against her neck. Chani began to run her tongue up and down the long underside of my cock, teasing the tip with her lips and then flicking her tongue across Katey's clit. Every time Chani finished a circuit Katey would hold her breath and then shudder. Reaching down I pulled her little panties to one side and let Chani have full access to the downy haired Katey.
The woman in my arms began to writhe like candle flame against my body. Chani completely neglected me, focusing all her attention on Katey's little button. I didn't mind, it was something to see. Chani on her knees, dress around her hips, connected to her best friend with her tongue. Katey's body transmitting and translating the waves of ecstatic electricity she was riding. I was there but as far as the girls were concerned I might have been a chair.