It was almost two weeks since I had hooked up with Jasmine and Alia, the two eighteen-year-old students, who had enrolled on my geology course earlier in the year. If you've come to this chapter, having not read part one, a very brief summary of events that led up to the first part are necessary.
Two weeks ago, I had what can only be described as an attack of lust. On reading a friend's status moaning about lack of funds for a three-month trip to Mauritius I made a very daring proposition. This amounted to me offering her and her friend the money they needed in exchange for sexual favours. All rather strange and inappropriate on the face of it, but the warmth and intensity of the liaison has been even more rewarding than I had expected.
The girls are not your average students. Jasmine has a Bengali mother and an English father. She is arrestingly pretty. Alia is of Lebanese parentage, although her folks have lived in England from children themselves. She is equally pretty, in a very exotic way.
I found the two of them engaging company on my trips, as they stood out owing to their vivacious charm and in depth questions on rock formation and seismology. None of my other students, who are of all ages, ever articulate remotely similar thoughts. Away from geology, they had opinions on every subject under the sun as well as frequent witty observations, which would keep the minibus entertained on the drives to and from our field outings.
When I knew that Jasmine and Alia needed the cash for the expedition, I stepped in with wholly unaltruistic motives and came up with the funds. Our first meeting was exploratory and extremely arousing and I came twice. With a second meeting arranged, I had proceeded docilely without any kind of discussion as to where things would lead. I knew the girls well enough to know that they wouldn't just take my six grand and say thank you and scarper. Never the less, some sort of informal arrangement seemed sensible.
The girls are very academic and down to earth and yet no less gorgeous and particular in their dress sense as any typical 18-year-old. They had expressed their gratitude for the money that I had given them and seemed to accept my wholly selfish motives rather pragmatically. We had built up a rapport on the geology course and this seemed to extend nicely into the bedroom. When we were looking at rocks they were serious and intense, but at other times they were as lively and bubbly as others of their age. But that they were emotionally mature for 18 and knew exactly what they wanted and where they were going.
Following our first get together, I bit the bullet and broached a few practical matters. I asked them what they expected out of the deal and what precautions they thought we should take.
After some discussion and details, with which I need not bore you, the girls agreed to go and get fitted up with a patch. Jasmine joked that she always wanted a Sugar Daddy and Alia agreed that a 'friends with benefits' arrangement was a good thing. This was a very satisfactory arrangement as far as I was concerned. I would have worn a rubber had they insisted, but the appeal of fucking them unsaddled was very appealing as you can imagine.
I had wondered if they might ask for more money, as a sweetener but they didn't. As a mark of my contentment with the arrangements, I asked them about spending money for the trip - clothes and drinks etc. They said that that would be nice, so I gave them an extra five hundred each, which I assumed would cover it. I figured that they were going to a deal of trouble to make me happy, in the circumstances, which they weren't obliged to, so I thought it was the least I could do. The last thing, we mutually decided that the liaison would end with their flying to Mauritius. That was their wish and I suppose to pick things up afterwards wouldn't be right.
As Jasmine had a holiday in Scotland before returning to college there was a necessary hiatus before their next visit. We agreed that we would only ever do each other as a threesome when it was convenient, so I didn't make any suggestion about seeing Alia while Jasmine was away. I think that was good, for two reasons - two pussies are better than one, and there was no chance of their being any difficult emotional involvement developing. The age difference was probably enough to see to that, but you never know!
So fast forward two weeks to the weekend after Jasmine came back to England and I was seriously stoked in anticipation of round two! They say the thought of sex is sometimes better than the sex itself. In the case of these two, it doesn't apply. After our first encounter my heart was missing a beat just from the thought of seeing them again.
The heatwave of two weeks earlier had been replaced by distinctly autumnal weather and it was approaching dusk as I arrived home from work. So I didn't expect playsuits this time and wondered how they would dress for me. We chose the Saturday again, because it just fitted around everyone's routine. I had been hitting the gym harder, not that I didn't have a reasonable body, but just wanted to get a bit more definition and hone my stamina with a lot of reps of small weights. I think I can be excused a little vanity and wanted to make sure the girls didn't go short - if you get my meaning. I had never had a threesome before this, and fucking two girls of their age was both an exhilarating and daunting prospect.
My doorbell sounded at a few minutes to 1pm and my belly was full of butterflies. They had on quilted anoraks, which were quickly removed as they stepped inside. Jasmine had put on tight jeans with the ripped knees that are all the fashion at the moment. Alia was wearing black leggings (tights or maybe yoga pants for American readers.) Jasmine's cotton top was creamy with a kind of daisy design and was just thin enough to see her bra without my having to use any imagination. Alia's lovely long, black hair contrasted with her white blouse, which was rather more see-through. I hung the coats up and we went straight through to my front room. It gets the sun in the afternoon, but I drew the blinds slightly for extra privacy while leaving the room quite light in the autumn sunshine.
I kissed them both on the cheek and told them how lovely they looked and how delicious they smelled. The effect of their perfume and their hot young bodies was sensational. I abandoned any pretence of propriety and kissed them both on the neck as I touched the girls through their clothes. Alia's plump ass was so squeezable through her leggings, and I traced my fingers around every contour of their bodies before I had even offered them a drink. The girls appeared to be enjoying the attention though and didn't mind my exuberant behaviour and were all smiles. For all their academic brilliance they were so charming. Jasmine had a distinctly mischievous look about her at times. Alia was different, she was naturally relaxed and light-hearted. But together in the privacy of my house, they were simmering sex bombs, attentive to my needs and like playful kittens.
