it...and you'd get to meet him. He's so sweet!" she said, hugging me in thanks. I'd nearly forgotten how incredibly solid Claudia's body was as she crushed her 36D breasts into me. It'd been days ago since she and I had double-teamed Jack – my first taste of girl-girl sex, among other things – in his hotel suite at an architect's convention.
"Mmmm, you feel sooo good," she purred, bathing my face with her baby-sweet breath, "and hearing about you fucking those guys has made me all hot!"
I inhaled quickly and my knees felt weak as I remembered our lesbian tryst of a week before, but I was suddenly saved by the bell...the doorbell, that is. It was Billy, the 19-year-old neighbor boy with whom – on a few previous occasions when I was unbearably horny – I'd had some very satisfying sex. He'd been hired by Jack as a helper on the remodel project, and he, along with his Great Dane, Thor, was also my designated protector since I'd been raped the previous month.
"Hi, Dee Dee! Sorry to interrupt!" he said, his eyes fixed on Claudia over my shoulder, whom he'd met when she arrived. "Uhh, wondered if I could have a glass of water," he requested, lamely.
"Sure, Billy," I smirked. "You know where the water is," I said, pointing to the kitchen.
"Hi!" he whispered to Claudia as he passed, and I rolled my eyes at her. He came out of the kitchen in a second, his gaze not leaving Claudia's 36-26-36 frame. "Okay if Thor stays here while I'm gone? Gotta' go to the mill this afternoon and tomorrow and help 'em finish some materials," he said, importantly, as he flicked an imaginary bit of dirt from a flexed forearm. I was amused that he was posturing so obviously in front of the gorgeous young woman.
Claudia eased demurely onto the arm of my overstuffed sectional, displaying her curved, peaches-and-cream legs below her denim miniskirt, and her breasts stretched out the ribbed front of her aqua tank top as she placed her arms behind herself.
"Sure, fine," I said.
"Thanks, Dee Dee. See ya' later, Claudia!" he said, stumbling over the door threshold as he exited.
She beamed, nodded, and – after he'd left – gushed, "God! What a hunky young guy! He's darling! Reminds me of Jack," she said wistfully, as her eyes took on a misty look, no doubt remembering our carnal threesome of a week before. She looked out the window at Billy and the rest of the crew. "Wow! All these cute men! Are all of 'em Mexican, 'cept Billy? Oooh, and who's that powerful lookin' stud over there?"
"That's Sergei," I responded. "He's the Russian foreman. Now, c'mon, get your mind out of the gutter and let's lug your bags upstairs." I should talk about the gutter! I thought, as I remembered having similar lusty daydreams about each of the workers outside during weak, horny moments over the past several weeks. Thank God for my dildo.
God, I was tense! Even after all that fucking last night at the Club! But it'd been so
loveless
! I needed that rich fullness that I felt with Jack as we clung to one another...with him slipping in and out of me. The prospect of seeing less of him, my money troubles, and sharing my house with this stunningly-beautiful, chestnut-haired, bisexual girl – whose libido had recently been fed so rabidly in my presence by my lover – was making me extremely uptight. Maybe I'll pop one Percodan, I thought, though I'd promised my boss I'd stop taking the addictive painkiller.
We hauled Claudia's stuff upstairs and I swallowed a pill, knowing that I shouldn't. "Okay," I said. "This room's the nursery, which won't be used, since I'm no longer planning to have a baby. Your brother can stay here. Your bedroom's next to it, there," I said, pointing down the hall. "It's big, and you've got a walk-in closet and your own bath. No noise...away from the street...and there's a little balcony looking down into the backyard." I sounded like a real estate agent intent on making a sale. "Wow! It's huge!" she cried when we entered the room. She bounced on the king-size bed and giggled, "The furniture's perfect! This is awesome! I'll never leave!"
I wondered if that were a prophetic statement. I hadn't lived with a young woman since college...which had not been the most pleasant of experiences. And Claudia was 24 going on 14, especially in matters relating to the opposite sex!
"I have to do some shopping," I said. "Wanta' come with me?" I also wanted to stop by the office to buy some of the drug, Ecstasy, from Mandy, so Jack and I could enjoy it tonight after dinner...in bed.
"Oh, no thanks," she said. "Is it okay if I get some sun in the backyard? I brought my suit!"
"Sure. I do it every weekend," I said. "I've got sun screen in my bathroom if you need it." I changed to a pair of jeans and a top, fixed my makeup, grabbed my purse...and collided with Claudia in the hallway. She'd put on the briefest, orange bikini that I'd ever seen and was carrying her cell phone. "Claudia," I gasped, "Are you going outside like that?" I asked, dumfounded. "It's just two strings...with a postage stamp for your...uuh...my God, you've shaved!" I exclaimed, noticing baby-white skin on either side of the miniscule suit's crotch, where a week before there had been a lavish, auburn-colored bush. Her aureoles peeked around the edges of the tiny bra triangles and she was virtually naked. She
did
look luscious, however, as I remembered her fair, voluptuous body writhing in the throes of passion with Jack and me.
"Yup!" she said, pleased. "You looked...and felt...so good, with just a little hair down there, that I thought I'd get rid of all of mine!" She giggled girlishly and hugged me impulsively, then grabbed my hands, looking into my eyes, and – very seriously – whispered, "Here...feel..." as she stroked the exposed outer portions of her fleshy, newly shaven labia with my fingers. It was so quiet that all I could hear was my pounding heartbeat. I didn't move my hands away. I let her stroke herself with my fingers several times as she leaned forward and brushed my lips with hers, ever so softly. For an instant I curled one finger so that it passed under her suit to run up her wet slit and caress her swollen clit. She shuddered, moaned, and started to envelop me with her arms, but – still tense – I turned my head and wiggled away, picking my purse off the floor where I'd dropped it. A flash of disappointment crossed her face and she stepped back, hesitated and – embarrassed – giggled again, prancing down the stairs ahead of me, her sumptuous round buns looking like a round package of fresh bread dough, tied in the middle by the single orange strand of her bikini thong. "Ooooh, we're gonna' have so much
fun
!" she said, just before I heard the back door slam.
Three hours later I returned home, at about 4 p.m. I'd bought a supply of Ecstasy from Mandy – the drug I loved so much for fucking – had done food shopping for the week, and picked up a little floral halter dress to wear to dinner with Jack that evening. Billy was gone and the crew had knocked off for the day. They were sitting on the front porch, drinking beer...something that I found strange. They helped me carry my groceries inside and grinned at Claudia as they passed. I stopped at the dining room table – where she and her brother were having a drink – and lay down my packages, ready to be introduced. Benjie was as cute as she, with fair skin and ruddy cheeks, and that delightful, wavy chestnut hair. He'd removed his outer shirt and was wearing a "wife-beater" undershirt, which I hate. I didn't mind this one though. It revealed full, muscular shoulders and the arms of a weightlifter. His thick chest tapered down to a tight middle and his chino pants stretched tautly over bulging thighs. At 5'10" tall, he was as exaggeratedly masculine as his twin sister was feminine, with their fair, youthful flesh in all the right places.
"Hi, Dee Dee! This is my brother, Benjie!" Claudia said. I shook his hand, gave him a brief salutation, and thanked the workers as they trooped out while they cast a longing look at Claudia's abundant femininity. At least she'd put her skirt and top back on, I thought. "Hope you don't mind. I gave the guys a beer. They were so hot...and thirsty!" she said.
I excused myself for a moment and went to the kitchen. I'll bet they were, I thought – remembering her swim suit – after seeing that orange bikini. I'd noticed that Claudia was drinking Coke and Benjie was chasing shots of Jack Daniels – from a bottle he'd apparently brought with him – with beer. "I bought lots of drinks, so help yourselves!" I called from the kitchen.
"We're okay for now, thanks," Claudia responded. "Isn't she great?" I heard her ask her brother.
"Gawd, yeah, Sis! But ya' didn't tell me she was so bea-u-ti-ful!" he whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "She looks just like that actress, ya' know, Gina Ryder!" he exclaimed, "'cept her body's even better!"
"Benjie!" Claudia retorted at full volume. "Gina Ryder's not an actress. She's a porn star!"
After waiting a moment I re-entered the dining room and said, "So, Benjie, Claudia tells me you're in construction." I sat down with them and sipped a tall, soothing vodka and orange juice.
