A Friend of Izzy's

"G'day - Izzy wants to say hi!"

I'd noticed someone sitting in the park earlier, pretty sure I hadn't seen such a memorable woman before; long violet hair, heavy boots, tattoos up the neck. She was very pretty in a goth kinda way, a rolling suite case, talking on her phone. I wondered if she was looking at PhD programs or just visiting New England.

I took the phone.

"Hey there big guy. I wanted to surprise you with a visit from me and Charli, but my flight got cancelled. Any chance you'd let her stay until I get in?"

"Of course, though I didn't know you were coming. Everything good?"

"Yeah, other than travel bullshit. Just wanted to see you while I'm touring with Charli - she's so great."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Nah, I'm good. See you soon."

I handed the phone back to the amazonian in front of me.

"Hello, Charli, I'm David. Nice to meet you."

I ushered Charli inside, took her bag.

She gave me a big hug. "I've heard all about you -nice to finally meet ya'. Sorry to be a bother."

"No bother at all. Any friend of Izzy's...." I gave her the 2-minute tour, showed her the guest room, got her some tea.

"I met Izzy a few years ago and we always talked about touring together, but I hadn't made it to the States 'til now." She took a sip, "This is great tea - not too many yanks know how to make a cup. We're doing some double dates, this seemed like a good place to start...." She liked to talk so I let her, learning all about where she was from, how she was nomadic. TMI than necessary - but interesting.

She was wearing a muscle shirt, faux-leather leggings, tattoos stretching from jawline all the way down her arms, and I guessed, torso. Mostly black, tribal ink with an occasional splash of red that set off her green eyes. She was bigger than Izzy and friends - probably 5'11, broad shoulders. She clearly worked out, was ripped, very beautiful in her way.

"You sure its ok me staying here? I could find a hotel if you'd prefer?"

"Please, no, company's nice. Do you have plans or were all those with Izzy?"

"Nope, got a date tonight - hope that's ok?"

"I'm in no position to judge."

"Glad to hear it. Anyway, I've been travelling, need a stretch and shower. Mind if I abandon you for a run? Wanna join me?"

"Do I look like a runner to you?" She laughed. I told her where most people jogged, put out towels for when she got back. "I'll leave the front door open while I run to the store for a few things. Anything in particular you'd like around the house?"

"You don't have to do that for me but if you insist, I like real milk in my coffee."

"So do I." I got back before she did - god only knows how far she ran. Even though it was a cool day, she was drenched in sweat when she got back, jogging bra, tights showing off an incredible body. She striped down right in front of me with the front door open, looked up. "Oops, I guess I forgot I was in someone else's house. I'm usually nuddy - don't care much for covering up. Is that ok?"

"Make yourself at home. Water?"

"Oh yes, please." We sat around, her in her glory, drinking water, talked some more. She was very interesting, a little older than Izzy, gotten into escorting to pay for traveling, discovered she like it.

"It's hard to be in a relationship when you don't live somewhere, and I like meeting new folks. It can be disappointing, but you'd be surprised how good the sex can be." After she finished another glass, "Mind if I take a shower? I need to get ready for tonight." I sat down to read though it was hard to concentrate - she sang loudly, not in tune. It was pretty amusing.

After a long shower, she padded around, still nude, unpacked in the guest room.

"David, can I ask a favor?"

"What do you need?"

"Could you mosey over here?"

Charli was still nude, hair up in a towel. On the bed were clothing types I hadn't seen in a long time: latex gauntlets, rubber crop top, high waisted knickers with a chrome zipper going front to back, collar, tall, boots.

"Nice, huh? My date has some special requests I'm happy to oblige. No one wants me to get dressed up anymore - so sad. Anyway, Izzy was supposed to be here and, I don't know how much you know about latex, but it's tough getting into without help. Plus, she has the talcum, should've asked before you went to the store, do you have any?"

"Actually, I do. And, luckily, I know a bit about latex."

"You do?" She jumped over, hugged me, leaving my shirt wet in 2 places. "I'll ask about that later, but once I dry my hair, you'll help me, eh?"

"I mean this sincerely; my pleasure."

She kept talking as she blew out hair that came almost down to her ass, color striking against such pale skin. She'd even died her public hair to match. "Gotta complete the look," she laughed when she saw me looking.

I rubbed talc up her legs, she took care of arms and chest. I enjoyed rolling the latex onto her - I'd forgotten how much I liked the smell, sounds latex makes.

"This is fun - are you enjoying yourself?"

"Absolutely - can't remember the last time I did this, missed the sound."

"The sound is so cool. And the smell" she breathed in "is intoxicating. Polish me up?"

"Try and stop me." I went to work, rubbing up and down her legs and arms.

"Nice, strong hands. You can rub harder if you want."

She towered over me in heels as I kneeled, working on her legs. When I turned went to clean my hands, she said "You're not done.?"

"I thought you'd want to do the knickers and bra yourself."

"Why would I wanna do that?"

I slowly, firmly polished the straps, side, back of the crop top. She had a big smile on her face as I used the heel of my palm to rub circles around her breasts, shining as I went.

"You're quite good at this - don't seem out of practice to me."

"Guess it's like riding a bike." I kneeled behind her, started polishing an athletic bottom.

"I can't finish with your legs together, you know." She widened her stance, so I could use both hands between her thighs, crotch, front. She laughed, looking down over her shoulder at me, her hair almost brushing the top of my head.

"Well, I'm ready for my date now. Don't think I'll need lube."

"Have fun - I'm a bit of a night owl, so I'll leave the front door open. Will probably be on the couch."

She put on a long coat, threw hair over her shoulders, looked back at me as she walked down the path. It was quite the view.

...

I was starting to doze when the door opened. There she was, hips swaying, coat open revealing hints of latex, skin.

"How was your evening, dear?"

She grinned "It was very pleasant. Nice guy, cute in a dag kinda way." She let her coat drop to the floor, walking to the kitchen, still talking. "But fetish blokes can be funny. He wanted to look, touch, rub. But in the end, all he wanted was a handjob." She leaned around the door to the kitchen, looking like a kinky Rita Hayworth in Rita. "Or is that TMI?"

"No, no, please, tell me all about it." She did, mostly talking to me from the other room as she moved around doing who knows what.

"In the end though, after you sent me off all rapt, no penetration. A bit devo." With that, she came back into the room, a glass of water in one hand, the other a closed fist. "Izzy warned me you needed a little science if I needed some help." I took the glass of water, held my hand palm up and took my medicine.

"Good boy." She took the glass back, put it down on the table, straddled me on the chair. "How long?"

"Usually a half hour, but maybe not - you looking like that."

"Good to know I effect you. Any thoughts on how to fill that time?" She leaned in for a kiss, her long violet hair covering both our faces. I ran my hands down her back, over latex, skin, stopped at the small of her back, finding the zipper of the rubber shorts.

"I'll come up with something" slowly moving the zipper up, down, up, down.

"That feels good."

"Glad to hear it." I ran my fingers across previously encased, now exposed, backside. When a fingertip circled her anus, she pushed back a bit, looked at me still under the canopy of her hair.

"Not afraid to go there, are you?" I pushed in, she kissed harder. Leaving one hand on her behind, I reached in front, under, pulling the other pull tab up, exposing her front. She was still wet from earlier, fingers quickly finding their way between her opening, lips.

She moaned, pushed down onto my fingers, helping them find their way deeper. She steadied herself on the chair, leaned back to give me a better angle. I kissed her neck, shoulders, biting a little as I fingered both holes.

"Wow, ok, that's good." She looked at me. "I wasn't expecting this so quickly.....". She pushed down, tightened around my fingers, came, fell off my lap.

Still holding onto the back of the chair, leaning back, she stood up, laughed. "Izzy was right about you, you devil." She reached between my legs. "You seem pretty ready."

"I am, but something I want first." I stood up, led her to the couch, sat her down. Kneeling, I grabbed an ankle with each hand, pushed out, dove in. She was so wet, the mixture of her, the latex was intoxicating. I'd forgotten how much I liked that combination, would have to do something about that. She moaned, laughed, clutched my head, pulled me in.

"Oh, yeah, I needed a man tonight. Keep going as long as you like." I did, until my face was numb, my knees aching. I leaned back to catch my breath.

"Ok, enough of that. This is what I want." She pushed me onto the floor, ripped my pants off, straddled.

"Condoms in the end table" was all I could get out.

"Good boy. Prepared, like that."

She lowered herself onto me - heaven. The latex boots, knickers against my skin was delectable. I rolled up the crop top, manhandled breasts, pinched nipples. She knew how to ride, the muscles of her stomach, legs rippling as she moved up, down, forward, back. She controlled the pace, came who knows how many times.

"What can I do for you? Tell me, boy."

I answered by rolling her off me, onto her side, pushed knees to chest, entering hard, fast. "Oh, you do know all the good positions. I won't last long like this." She steadied herself against the couch, laughing as she encouraged me. "Harder, uggh, yeah, deeper. Mnnnn, you like that -do it...."

After a few minutes of this, she said "Not yet? Good, 'cause you started something with those fingers I want finished." She pushed me away, rolled onto her knees. I hadn't noticed, but when she grabbed a condom, she'd also grabbed lube. She reached back, pouring it into her crack.

"Fuck me where those fingers started. Do that for me?"

I pushed in, so tight I could barely move. "No, no, no, don't give me that gentle shit. Do I look like a delicate flower? Come on, fuck my ass, you sonofabitch."

Who was I to argue? I pulled back until I was just barely inside, pushed with all my might, all the way in one stroke. Her head flew back, purple hair flying, grunting.

"Oh, god, yeah, like that. Just like that. I'm tougher than you, I can take it. I want to take it, c'mon boy. Do it...."

I had never fucked anyone's ass like that, never had anyone who wanted that kind of violence. But it seemed to work for Charli. She bucked, pushed, laughed with abandon, shouted encouragement. Holding onto hips, shorts, her top for leverage, finally, reaching with both hands, grabbing fistfuls of hair, pulled hard in time with the strokes.

"Ugghh, yes, like that. I can feel you getting closer. Oooph, yessss, harder. Come on, cum god damnit."

I did - so hard I almost blew out my back. So hard, I didn't realize I was still pulling back on her hair as my legs gave way. I let go, leaned against the couch, Charli laughing and laughing, laid her head on my lap.

"Ummm, I haven't had a good shag like that in a while. Just what I needed." She got up on her elbows, kissed my cheek, laid her head back on my lap.

"You are a funny woman, aren't you?"

"You have no idea, mate, no idea."

From this angle, I could see more of her tattoos, asked about them. She had full sleeves, was practically covered neck to ankle. She explained some of their histories, what they meant to her.

"You're not afraid of a goth girl, are you? Most guys your age always asking why I would do this to such beautiful skin."

"First of all, it's your skin -do what you please. Second, what kind of music do you think I listened to in the '70's." Thus ensued a conversation about all the bands I had seen back in the day, her asking me what it'd been like. Sometimes it's good to be old.

We woke up the next morning, still on the floor of the living room, both with texts from Izzy. She'd be arriving at the airport around noon.

"Wanna surprise her and pick her up?"

"Absolutely. But I'm not showering or cleaning up, I want her to know she missed some fun."

On the way back from the airport, Izzy sat in front, Charli back. "So, I'm guessing from Charli's mood and look, it was ok I wasn't here to introduce you?"

Charli laughed "Like I need to be introduced to anyone." She sat forward, put a hand on each of our shoulders. "David was kind enough to help me get ready - he deserved a pressie."

"Right, I know better than that. Let me guess, David, she came home frustrated?"

"I don't kiss and tell."

"I keep forgetting. Any documentation for me to see?"

"Oh yeah, forgot he does that. Sorry girlfriend - we'll have to do something to make that up to you."

The two of them laughed, talking about old adventures, their schedule for the rest of the week.

"Seriously, David, is ok that we're invading like this, using you as a home base?"

"Use me as you please."

"You don't know Charli well enough - that is a dangerous request."

"And he was the one using me last night, weren't you?" Charli reached over and started rubbing my chest, reaching down across my stomach.

"Now, now, don't do that in the car. I have a hard time concentrating on more than one thing."

"That is not how I remember the four of us were hanging out." I shot Izzy a glance.

"No need to be shy, David, I've seen the pictures. I'll be patient.

Both were busy over the next few days, so other than seeing them in the morning and late at night, there wasn't much time together. I did get the chance to help Charli dress a few more times, see the full range of her outfits which was fun. They were free on Wednesday, slept in. I was sitting in the kitchen when they came in with towels covering just showered hair. It was quite a comparison; Izzy, petite, svelte, lithe while Charli was tall, muscular, made only tougher by all the ink. They were both comfortable in their skins, comfortable with the others skin as well.

"What, not used to two beautiful women in their all?"

"Not really, but I could. What's the plan for today?"

"I'm gonna show Charli the sites, such as they are, visit some friends in the department, hang out at the coffee shop for a bit. Care to join us?"

"I'll meet you for coffee - text me when you're there."

After coffee, we went to the bar, Izzy greeting staff who were happy to see her, introduced her friend. It was slow enough that they didn't mind us taking the booth even though there were only 3 of us.

"Is this the infamous booth?" Charli asked as we slid in.

"Indeed it is - wanna see again?" Izzy pulled out her phone, sharing pictures of older escapades, then some of her and Charli together. They certainly had a colorful past.

"Charli, what's next for you?"

"I figure I got a few more years of this, see if the nympho in me settles down - then I'll figure that out. Have a pretty complete diary - maybe I'll write a memoir."

"Will I be in it?"

"Of course, my dear, my story would not be complete without Chloe." I was between them; they talked over me. It was cold outside but warm back here, Izzy in a shortish skirt, Charli in ripped, denim short shorts. Both were up on me, my hands on their bare legs. I was almost overwhelmed with the scent of newly washed hair, skin.

Charli asked "Izzy, with a night off, what do we do? Is there a club?"

"Not worth going to. Hang here for a while, grab a bite to eat. David has a nice, old fashioned stereo - mind if we go back to your place, dance a bit?"

"As long as you let me watch."

"That's the whole point." She leaned in closer, Charli following suit so she could hear. "And why aren't you doing anything with those hands?" both kissing me on the cheek at the same time.

They talked, I worked my hands under the table, lightly rubbing over clothes, pushing hard with palms. Outwardly they seemed to be catching up while I was unzipping, finding no panties, finding them warm, soft, starting to get wet. I had never fingered two at once, tried my best, eventually figuring out how to get fingers inside them. They kept talking like nothing was happening as their faces, chests flushed.

When the waitress asked if we wanted another round, both pushed against my hands, making it clear they weren't ready to leave. They ordered; I said I was good. They slouched, giving me a better angle. I withdrew my fingers, eliciting disapproving looks, before I slid hands down, under, my thumb now between their lips. They looked at each other, then me, as I pushed in, lifted up, my thumbs rubbing the top of their vaginas, searching for g spots.

I whispered, "now it's your turn to work." They managed to talk, gyrate, hump at the same time, both getting wetter, tighter. Charli came first, sucking in some air, pushing Izzy over the edge. I left my hands in place, their weights baring down, cutting off my circulation - but who cared. They locked eyes, laughed, grabbed the opposite hand, sucking on fingers that had been in the other.

"You know, this bar is ruined for me. Can't concentrate, too many memories."

"Whatever, poor boy, I'm hungry. What's good to eat?"

We ordered, had dinner, walked back.

For atmosphere they covered lamps, lit candles, had me light the first fire of the season. Shades closed, they turned up the music, put on a show with Izzy down to her skirt, Charli in shorts, bra, pigtails that whipped around the room. Pretty dangerous out there, I just watched as they worked themselves into a lather.

Finally worn out, they flopped onto the couch, drenched in sweat, euphoric. Izzy leaned over, grabbed Charli's pigtails - I hadn't had the pleasure of watching women kiss since Alex and Victoria moved away. Izzy kneeled on top of Charli, holding hair, kissing down cheeks, neck, chest, opening bra to free, lick, bite long, erect nipples. Charli rested arms wide on the couch's back, letting Izzy do all the work, barely lifting hips for Izzy to pull off her shorts. Izzy's red hair contrasted beautifully with Charli's purple pubic hair.

Even without medication, seeing Charli's open legs, bright pink lips, the licking, sucking, got me ready. I ran my hands down Izzy's back, cupping her bottom, spread her legs, slid two fingers in. I tried to match my rhythm to hers, watching the shit eating grin on Charli's face.

"Lovely view, but I'd rather see Izzy fucked from behind. How 'bout it girl?" Izzy mumbled and moaned, saying yes with a full mouth.

I grabbed protection, kneeled, pushed in, her moans becoming deeper, more insistent. Charli took her pigtails, lightly whipped Izzy's back, tightened her legs around Izzy, whose moans became more adamant.

"Oh, yes girl, like that. I think, yesss, if you keep doing that, I might come again. Are you almost there, girlie?" Izzy moaned louder. "Good, yeah, god, keep fucking her. This is so hot -here I go - push harder David, I want to feel your thrusts too, yes, like that, keep going, harder - here it is." She let go hair, grabbed the edge of the couch, thrust harder into Izzy's mouth, arched. I felt Izzy tighten, moan louder, cum. I held myself still, wondering at the sight before me. Charli laughed loud enough for the neighbors heard - but who cares. Izzy pushed back into me, put her head on the floor, breathed hard as I rubbed her back.