I still remember that day when Jane came over. It was warm outside, unusually warm. As a single male, I never did care much about getting fully dressed on my days off from work. I'd usually thrown on a pair of shorts and that would be that. Today was one of those days. My roommate lived upstairs at the time. John was a great guy. He was nice, had wonderful hobbies, and was bi. I myself had known I was as well for some time . . . A few years by then. John and I had always had a strict friends-only policy toward each other. We'd been best pals once we decided fucking was off limits.
I hadn't met Jane at that time.
But three months later, when I did meet her, I dove for her. She had a perfectly shaped face, smooth and delicate skin, long, thin legs, a perfect waist, and wonderful hips. Her breasts were perfect. Not amazingly large, but not at all small. Her roommate Sarah was a little taller, but overall the same. I asked Jane out, and the reply was an enthusiastic yes. We got off really great, and became very close. The first time we fucked was on a spring night. We'd just gotten done with a candle dinner, and we were both so much in love with each other, we had to. And we did.
That was almost a month before this day. The day Jane came over was like none other. I knew she was at the door when I heard the delicate knock on it. I walked over to it, and slowly opened it up. Not only was Jane there, but Sarah too! I was so happy, because I expected to go out to dinner with them. I never thought I'd get to screw them both.
Jane walked in. "Hi, Sean," I remember her saying. "I thought Sarah and I would stop by and see how you are doing. So, how are you?"
I wanted to say ready to burst and cum inside both of them, but I knew that wasn't what she wanted to hear, so I said I was fine, and asked them how they were.