Opportunities lost
Saturday night we met up with old friends from school in a local bar. There was a great cheer as we walked in holding hands. "About time" was the general response. It seemed everyone had been expecting it to happen for years. It had been a while since we had seen some of them so over the night we circulated around, chatting and generally having a good time. At one point I found myself sitting next to another girl, Paula Thomas. I'd literally known Paula all my life. We were born on the same day in the same hospital and our mums had been in adjacent beds. Since then they had been firm friends and the two of us had grown up together. She had gone to a different, religious, Secondary School so we had not become as close as Ann and I.
"So, have you done the deed yet?" she asked. I spluttered a non-committal answer.
"That's yes then," she said with a wry smile. "A pity though. I had always hoped you would break your fast with me."
She looked across the room at Ann, in animated conversation with a couple of other boys.
"Looking at her though, I'm not surprised. She's been totally focused on you since she was about 12, she's stunning. The rest of us didn't have a chance did we?"
I was still trying to come to terms with the idea that Paula had dreamed of losing her virginity with me, then suddenly the full implication of 'the rest of us' hit me. In any normal company, Paula would have stood out. Her mother was from Ethiopia and her father was Italian. She had the most gorgeous coffee coloured skin, jet black hair and was built like Anita Ekberg in the film La Dolce Vita, which she had insisted we watch once. She was obsessed with film. She had no interest in acting though, although we had been in a school play together once. It had been fun, but it just confirmed her interest in directing. In September she was off to film school in Italy where her dad now lived.
She looked at me quizzically.
"You are clueless. Half the girls we know, in either of our schools, would have opened their legs for you at the drop of a hat. That's including most of them here tonight. Apart from anything else, we all wanted to know if the bits we couldn't see were built like the bits we could. We're all pleased you and Ann are together, believe me, but all of us are wishing it was us not her."
"Does Ann realise she was in a competition?"
"Of course. Most of us though waited for you to make the approach. I bet she didn't."
She laughed. "From the expression on your face I'm right. I'm guessing that's something else she got from her mother besides her looks."
At the reference to Judith I looked up, but Paula was lost in her own thoughts.
"Her mother may act all demure at PTA meetings, but from what I hear, she's really very different. Did you know she's stolen two boy friends from Ann? You've met her, what's she really like?"
"Intense, terrifying, very sexy and she knows it. She's totally focussed on what she thinks are Ann's best interests, which may not be what Ann wants. I think the boy friend story is true, although from what Ann says they were easily distracted, so perhaps not the best for her anyway."
"Sexy?" said Paula, incredulously. "I suppose she must have something to take those boys away from Ann, but I just assumed they liked the idea of fucking an older woman."
"I think if you were male, you would see her in a slightly different light."
"Well I like boys and girls, but she's too over the top for my tastes."
I suspected that was probably her attraction to men, but didn't say more. Ann's relationship with her mother was not something I could share. Paula didn't notice though, she was still lost in her own thoughts.
"Anyway, if things don't work out for the two of you, you know where I am..."
I couldn't tell if my relationship with Ann had changed my perspective, but over the night I had a succession of girls making it very clear that if we ever split, I wouldn't have to look far to replace her. I couldn't tell what the blokes were saying to her but she had lots of attention all night, so I wondered if she was getting a similar story. It was late when we left and even later by the time I dropped her off at home. We resisted the temptation for a quickie in the garden and I went home with yet another erection.
Ann plans another threesome
By Monday though I was literally up and ready, so rang Ann. Judith answered saying Ann was out shopping but would be back soon, so pop over. I rang the doorbell and wasn't surprised to see a naked Judith behind it when it opened.
"Is Ann back yet?" I asked.
"She's in her room. Go on up."
I was surprised not to be groped as I passed, but assumed even Judith had a rest sometimes. Upstairs, Ann wrapped herself around me in greeting, then dragged me over to the bed, pulling at my clothes as she did so. We fell onto it in a tangle of clothing but somehow managed another glorious quickie, Ann coming as rapidly as I did.
Afterwards we finished undressing and cuddled up on the bed.
"Your Mum was quiet when I arrived. No lewd comments, no attempts to grope me."
"Stewart rang last night. His trip has been extended and he's going to be away for almost six weeks. I'm not sure how she'll survive without sex for that long and if she's frustrated I get the brunt. For my sanity I may have to let her have you for a couple of days."
"I'm not a book to be loaned out you know."
She laughed. "Don't pretend you wouldn't do it though if I said you could."
It seemed safest not to answer, but that was almost as revealing. Lying naked together, my cock was a good indicator of my real response, whatever I said.
"I had some rather curious conversations on Saturday night," I said. "I hadn't realised I was the prize in some competition. If I'd been the type I could have taken most of the girls out the back for a quick fuck. They didn't actually offer, none of them wanted to split us up, but otherwise they were pretty upfront."
"I saw you having some pretty intense conversations."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but if I'd realised just how many women were lusting after me, I think the last year would have been rather different."
"Do you regret being with me? All those lost opportunities..."
"No, it's not regret, it's just made me see myself rather differently. Any way you seemed to be having a lot of conversations yourself."
"I know. I swear some of those boys can smell a sexually active woman. No one propositioned me or said anything explicit, but I'm sure if I'd given the tiniest hint of being interested I would have been flat on my back on the pool table."
I was trying to get the image of a naked Ann being thoroughly fucked in the back room of the bar by a succession of my school friends when she spoke again, jolting me back to reality.
"Anyway, I have another favour to ask, which may help. After what happened with Stewart on Friday."
