It had been a pretty good night. After managing to get rid of a strange Hungarian guitar player that had been following us around, we had sat in a park and talked and had then seen the Rocky Horry Picture Show, which if you don't know it, concerns itself greatly with bisexuality and promiscuity. . . very appropriate topics considering the events to follow.
The story really starts before the evening in question began. Donna, a beautiful medium-height red-haired European girl with large breasts and an accent to melt a heart of the hardest stone, had called me up and asked whether I wouldn't mind being the "slave" of her friend Holly, who had come from out of town. In other words, would I take them around, make sure she was entertained, etc. Whoever Holly might be, I didn't mind doing Donna a favor; any time spent in the company of Donna's gorgeous body was time well spent.
Little did I know that Holly was just as sexy as her friend. Holly was tall, had dyed-black hair and large breasts on ample display over a black corset, and wore a leather jacket. The two women were knockouts; when they kissed and felt each other's clothed breasts, I started breathing heavy.
In the middle of the evening, Donna had asked, "can I bite you?" Never one to refuse a lady, especially not one from whom the words sounded so sexy, I answered in the affirmative. She had then given me a bite on the neck which had left me closing my eyes and gripping my legs. The cool August air blowing over the saliva on my skin only added to the erotic charge of the moment.
But things had continued for a while as if nothing had happened. I wanted to grab Donna and thrust my hand between her legs, but Donna was sleeping with Holly now, not to mention the fact that she also had a boyfriend. Then things had gotten even stranger. In the cab ride home, I found myself snuggled next to Holly, who started running first her fingernail and then her tongue over my neck.
So when we got out of the cab near Donna's apartment, the situation was rather sexually charged. If only slightly confused. Parting is such sweet sorrow. . . While the good- bye with Donna had been nothing more than a disappointing quick hug and an "I'll see you tomorrow," the good-bye with Holly was far more protracted.
I ended up kissing Holly. Her mouth was sweet and I got hard as my hands traveled down to her ass. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and her hands gripped the back of my neck. Stopping after a minute to breathe, still holding Holly's waist firmly pressed against mine, I noticed that Donna had stepped forward from the polite distance she had been keeping while Holly and I made out.
Donna began nibbling Holly's ear. Holly quickly turned to face her and French kiss her, just as she had, moments before, kissed me so passionately. Momentarily flummoxed, I did not know what to do. When Donna stopped kissing Holly, I decided fulfill the only remaining alternative. I kissed Donna. While I licked Donna's lips and felt her back, Holly took one of her hands from where they had gripped my neck and began fondling Donna's breasts. And so we continued for about five minutes, each taking turns kissing. When the bisexual girls were kissing one another, I felt their breasts and licked Holly's neck.
Then we realized we were outside, and decided that things were quickly leading to that which must be taken indoors. We mange to stagger into Donna's apartment before collapsing on her rug. My hands were undoing up Holly's corset as she kissed Donna and Donna began to feel my chest. When I freed her beautiful breasts, I began to lick one tit as Donna licked the other. My right hand felt Donna's ass, while Donna one-handedly unbuttoned my shirt.
