Bellbottoms blushed but she didn't say anything, and that's when I realized that she was the one who had been making eyes at me before. "What about you?" I asked Boots.
Now it was her turn to blush. "She thinks you're cute, too," said Bellbottoms, "we both do." And they giggled again.
At first, I didn't know what to say. Could it be, I wondered, that these two nubile young women were offering me sex in exchange for drugs? True, they weren't exactly my type; I prefer big breasted redheads with enough money to buy their own pot. But they were cute enough to make me want them, and they certainly weren't asking for a lot of dope – at least not yet -- and so I began to wonder how this scenario might play out. At last I concluded, what the hell, this is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, and what promised to transpire here in my room was, quite possibly, a golden living dream of vision, a mystic crystal revelation, if ever there was one. And so I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage, "Well, then, ladies, shut the door and have a seat!"
The only place to sit in that small room, other than the wooden desk chair I occupied, was an unmade double bed. As they made their way in, I got up and straightened the covers. Then I motioned for Boots to sit in the chair and for Bellbottoms to sit on the bed. I plopped down next to her and in front of Boots, within easy reach of the desk. "This will work better if I sit here," I said, not bothering to explain what I meant by "this."
I reached for my Zippo and one of the freshly rolled joints, and in no time the three of us were happily getting stoned. Between tokes, I learned as much about them as I cared to know. They were best friends who had just graduated from the local high school, turned 18, and enrolled in the university, and now they roomed together in the same freshman dorm I had lived in three years earlier. Boots' boyfriend had joined the Navy, leaving her in dry dock, while Bellbottoms had never had a steady guy because "high school boys are jerks," as she put it.
The Airplane album finished playing, so I got up to replace it with Iron Butterfly. Then I fired up another joint and handed it to Bellbottoms. When I sat down, I deliberately edged up against her so we were sitting hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder. She giggled and smiled; more importantly, she did not pull away. I could tell that the weed was beginning to affect her. Her big brown eyes were starting to squint, but they had a smoldering look in them. Her lips seemed a little thicker, and her breathing a little heavier. As I passed the joint to Boots, whose eyes were beginning to glaze over, I put my arm around Bellbottoms and kissed her.
After a second or two she giggled and pulled back, but just a tad. When I pulled her close to me for a second kiss, she didn't back away at all. Soon we were making out passionately. I put one hand up her shirt and stroked her back while my other hand petted her thigh. She wrapped both arms around my neck and, with eyes closed, pressed her lips tightly against mine. Gently, I pushed her down onto the bed so that we were lying side by side. My hand moved from her thigh to her breast, and she sighed as I tweaked and caressed her nipple. When I slid my hand inside her bellbottoms, she parted her legs enough for my finger to find her clitoris. She squirmed and cooed while I rubbed her nub, and offered no resistance as I eased her out of her pants. Soon we were both naked, with me on top and the swollen glans of my penis pressed hard against her outer labia. Those sweet lips kissed my stiff cock invitingly, as if pleading for it to part them.
At first, I thought she might be a virgin, as my initial thrust managed to penetrate her only about an inch, and that with some difficulty. But she loosened up after a few more shoves and before long my pecker was buried in her pussy. I fucked her slowly, occasionally pulling out so as to tease her by rubbing my glans against her clit. She gasped each time I did so and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, as if to pull me as deep inside her eager little snatch as possible. She moaned as my cock worked its way in and out of her tight cunt, softly at first but then louder as our lovemaking became more heated. Each time I thrust in, my balls slapped against her bottom and her wet pussy made a slurping sound, like a greedy mouth trying to suck in a tasty morsel. Harder and harder we humped, until at last I felt my orgasm building inside me. Her tight twat felt so incredibly good, stretched as it was around my swollen cock, that I just wanted to fill it with the hot seed boiling up from my scrotum, consequences be damned. But, instead, I did the right thing: at the last possible second, I pulled out, rocked back on my haunches, and spurted gobs of thick sperm all over her belly.
And that's when I realized that Boots had been watching us the whole time. She gasped as I finished cumming, and when I turned to look in her direction I could see that she was staring at the puddle of goo on her friend's belly. Her face was flushed, her eyes were wide with wonder, and her mouth gaped in astonishment. "Omigosh, you guys," she blurted, "that was outta sight!"
