The Old Man and the Schoolgirls 3 - Mff

by Methuselah

Disclaimer: This is an adult fantasy. You are strongly advised
not to attempt any of the activities described here, not least
because it would result in several years in prison suffering the
abuse of such decent folk as muggers and murderers.

Author's Note

This story starts slowly, but I hope it's worth the wait. If you
don't like it, demand your money back...



CHAPTER 4 - JEAN AND FIONA IN THE CAFÉ - AND AT HOME

Fiona and I got our Cokes and took our seats, well away from
prying eyes and ears.

We sat there for a moment, just staring into our Cokes, then Fi
asked "Did you enjoy last night?"

A long pause and then I admitted I had "I didn't expect to, but I
really got into it..."

"He wasn't too bad, for an old pervert, was he, J. I mean he
didn't treat us like sluts and ho's, did he." Fi was delicately
tiptoeing around the real issue.

"No, he was all right, Fi, but DID you enjoy it?"

"Well, I loved doing the strip; I think that might be my
speciality. Did you notice I'd shaved?"

"Yes, Fi, I noticed. I thought Aaron would have a heart attack.
As a matter of fact I very nearly did, too! What possessed you to
do that?"

"Well, J, I wanted something special to finish my act, so I got
up early and shaved myself. It's a bit itchy - what do you mean
YOU nearly had a heart attack?". We were getting there now.

"Well, of course, I wasn't expecting it and then I was really
excited watching him stroke his thing..."

"Yes, Jean, I noticed your hand up your skirt.", she commented
drily.

"Yes, well, and then I saw that you'd shaved and that turned me
on a bit..." I wondered if I'd said too much.

"H'mm. Mind you, since we're owning up, it turned me on
watching..." Quick look round for lurking wrinklies, "you know,
when you did yourself right next to me. I've never been that
close before. Well, I've not seen it from a distance, either...
Oh, you know what I mean"

So, it was out - we'd each been turned on by the other!

"You seemed to have a bit of a problem when it was your turn." I
ventured.

"Yes, I was so excited and then I suddenly went shy. What you did
was brilliant" She squeezed my hand on the table. By now we were
so close our foreheads were almost touching. "I mean, calming me
down that night and hugging me, and... well you know... stroking
my b-breast" It's a long time since I'd heard Fiona struggling
for words, but she was now.

"I squeezed it as well", I giggled and we went off in a fit of
giggles, mostly out of relief that we hadn't upset each other.

As we raised our heads, I saw the ancient waitress sidling
towards us with cloth in hand, obviously on the lurk, and let go
of Fiona's hand. She gave the waitress a Look that sent her
scuttling back to her lair to polish the filthy counter.

She'd broken the mood, though, and we talked about the money and
when, and indeed whether, we'd get it back.

As we got up to leave,  Fi squeezed my hand and whispered "see
you later, love", but with a wink. What WILL happen then?

****

The doorbell rang about seven, and it was Fiona. I let her in and
we just stood there in the hall, not knowing whether to hug, kiss
or what...

In the end, she took me by the hand and led me up to my room. I
couldn't help thinking I should have done that.

We sat side by side on the bed, which brought back a few
memories, and Fiona asked "Now, J, where were we before we
started giggling?"

"Well, we were talking about, well, you know, snogging and that".
I'm sure I was blushing bright red and it shows on my pale skin.

I thought she might make a move then - we seemed to be sat more
closely than usual. Instead, she asked "What did you think about
the next bit, then, J?"

"What, you mean the...". I simply couldn't find the right word.

"The technical term is 'fellatio'", Fiona said in her most
schoolmistressly voice."

"Well, you would know, wouldn't you", I said crossly.

She looked offended for just a moment, then giggled, "So should
you, now!".

"I suppose I should", I said, giggling myself now. "It wasn't as
bad as I thought it would be - in fact, I quite enjoyed it. I
loved the feel of his willy. It didn't last very long though."

"You seemed to learn very quickly", Fiona smiled. "I've always
said I'm a good teacher. What about when he came, though?"

"Honestly, Fi, it didn't taste bad but there was so much of it.
It was going everywhere. Sorry about making you lick it off..."

"Actually, J, that was Aaron's idea." (Was it? I thought, I'd
swear it was mine)

Fiona must have read my thoughts. "You encouraged him, though."

"Sorry, Fi, was it really gross?"

"No, it was really cool. I love the taste, and licking off your
face and tits was really sexy. Did you feel me licking your
nips?"

I should have been dead embarrassed but a stronger feeling was
bubbling up. "Yes, it made me tingle all over."

"ALL over, J?"

"Yes, especially THERE, Fi!"

"And when we kissed with our mouths full of come and I squeezed
your titty?"

"Ooh, YES!"

"Like this?" She hooked her left arm round my waist and pulled me
to her, kissing me and pushing her tongue in my mouth. I froze
for a moment, then responded enthusiastically. After a moment, I
felt her other hand creep up under my T-shirt.

I was doing IT with another girl, my best friend, without a man
for an excuse! I forget all about that when Fiona fondled my
breast through my convent-issue brassiere.

"I love your titties, J", she whispered in my ear.

"But they're hardly there at all", I protested.

Fiona's answer was to back off a little and roll up my T-shirt.
She lifted the cup off my left breast and suckled the nipple. It
felt WONDERFUL!

"Your turn now, my beautiful", she murmured, and did the same to
my right.

I could feel the draught from the window on my damp abandoned
breast and I felt ready to float away on the breeze.

"Let's have these things off, shall we?" roused me from my
reverie. I lifted my arms for Fi to peel off my T-shirt and bra.

"Beautiful, J". All this praise was making me feel dizzy. "Pity
there's nothing to lick off".

"There's cream in the fridge", I said, only half-joking.

"Maybe next time. Now, it's my turn". She peeled off her sweater
to reveal a white lace-trimmed bra that I'd never seen before. It
was as sheer as last night's, and her dark nipples were visibly
erect against the thin material.

"Is that new, Fi", I gasped, unable to drag my eyes away. "Yes, J
love, just for you. Why don't you feel how smooth it is?"

I ran my hands over the thin material and kissed her through it.
Before I could get my lips round her nipples, she unfastened it
behind her, and I found myself feasting on those breasts that I'd
envied for so long.

I had a memory of last time, and licked a nipple just as she'd
advised me to do to Aaron's rod - it seemed to have almost as
much effect on her!

Fiona got up, rather belatedly drew the curtains - any voyeur had
probably had his eyeful by now - and stood in front of me at
arm's length.

She kicked off her shoes and lifted her skirt to shown that her
knickers matched that sweet brassiere. Almost as an afterthought,
she stroked herself for my delectation and delight.

She blew me a kiss, then let her skirt fall bsck over her thighs.
She turned away to unfasten and unwrap the skirt, letting me see
her bum in those delicious panties, and turned back to me.

I was expecting a repeat of last night's routine, but Fi was more
subtle than that. She moved right up to me so that my feet were
between hers.

"Do you like my knickers, J? See how sheer they are?" They were!
I could see her pussy lips almost a clearly as when she naked
stood in front of me last night.

"Feel how smooth they are, Jean".

I stroked the fine material, then cupped my hand over her mound.

"They're smooth inside as well, love", she smiled down at me. I
slipped my hand inside and touched a girl's pussy for the first
time (other than my own, obviously. At least I knew which bits to
stroke). It was warm and very damp, and I wondered if mine would
feel as good to someone else. With any luck I'd soon find out!

Fiona gasped as I made contact, and I looked enquiringly up at
her. "You said you were all scratchy, but you're lovely and
smooth!"

"Of course! Do you think I'd shave for a client but not for you,
Jean?"

"But, Fiona, did you know we were going to...?"

"Of course. Didn't you?" And, thinking about it, I suppose I
had".

"Now, Jean, if you'd like to take them off for me?"

I removed my hand from its snug nest, noticing an aroma like that
of my nightly exercises, but subtly different, I guess we all
taste - I mean smell - different. God, where did that thought
come from?

Fiona twirled to show me her bum and I teased myself by juggling
those knickers down over her little buttocks, kissing each as it
was revealed.

Then I turned her round and unveiled that pussy I'd admired so
much last night. As I pushed the garment down her legs I had to
lean forward, and I gave her a little peck on her shaven mound.
Fiona stood still for a moment, as if expecting more, then bent
down and kissed me on the forehead.

"Your turn now, Jean", she whispered and, as I rose, she took my
place, sitting naked and proud on my bed. The bunnies would have
been horrified, but they were lost forever, along with my
innocence.

I stood in front of Fiona, naked to the waist and stripped
functionally. I silently swore that I'd get undies like Fiona's,
even if I had to go on the game. Then I though of the fifty I'd
earned for just that the other night. I could go shopping with Fi
and she could hide it from Mum's Underwear Police.

While thinking these thoughts, I suddenly found myself standing
stark naked in front of Fiona. I thought she might reach out and
touch me. Instead she stared at my pussy and asked" Let me see
you do it again, J. It makes me so hot".

"OK, Fi love, but I don't think I can come stood up like this".

"Just let me see you - you'll come later, I promise".

So I stroked myself right in front of Fiona's face, opening my
thighs wide to give her the best view. The tingle was lovely, and
I wasn't going for the big one. Fiona leaned forward and kissed
and licked my working fingers.

Then she gently moved my hand away and kissed and ruffled my
sparse blonde pubes. "These are lovely, pure gold, you know? Come
to bed, darling".

Fiona stood up, took my by the hand, and led me to my own bed.
She laid me down, stroking me as she did, then lay beside me.
"Let's kiss like we did yesterday". We did, and we twined
together as we had after Fi had finally made it.

This time though, we were both still on fire and I soon felt
Fiona's fingers between my legs. I had a moment of doubt, until
Fi's "Please, Jean love, please" decided me, and I applied all
that I had learnt alone in this bed to Fiona's willing body.

We came very quickly and together, then cuddled close until we
were ready to take it slowly and luxuriously. I'll never forget
Fi's attention to my breasts that, forty-eight hours ago, I had
though to be non-existent.

She licked all overe them, then sucked the nipples in and nibbled
at them like a gentle rabbit until she only had to touch my
clitty to make me wriggle in ecstasy and have a lovely gentle
come. Who said bunnies were puke-making?

I fell asleep almost straight away, a habit of the solitary
love-maker, and was awakened by a familiar scent as Fiona took my
index finger and placed it under my nose. She slipped it between
my lips and I noticed that it tasted similar to, but not exactly
the same as when I'd performed my nightly duty. Fi then lapped at
her own finger with every sign of enthusiasm. I wondered if she
was making a point. I wondered if I wanted to take her up on it.

I snuggled up to her and thought "If this is being a lezzie, who
needs men?".



















  
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