Bzzt! Bzzt!
Cynthia took my glass from me to freshen it up. When she bent over in front of me to take my drink, her fake pearl necklaces dangled in front of her cleavage. I eyed the long black line that divided her large breasts that swayed beneath her form fitting black top. Her eyes watched mine, of course, and she beamed an amused smirk at the lust flared inside me. Taking my wine glass, she straightened.
“Be right back, baby,” Cynthia said with a playfulness in her voice.
Bzzt! Bzzt!
“Oh, okay,” I said, hoping she didn’t hear the incessant buzzing coming from my pants.
She turned and left the living room of her house and took the corner into her kitchen. I sat on the couch behind an old wooden coffee table. The house was small but it reminded me of life growing up in Helena, Ohio. The small town vibe was everywhere in this standard front porch house. The walls had framed posters of deer exiting the woods, windmills from some European countryside, and pink heart designs. The living room had a gray couch and loveseat and appeared to have been hastily cleaned up before my arrival. Looking at the two closets that were cracked open, I wouldn’t be surprised if both were stuffed full of ‘genuine’ Native American blankets that were obviously mass produced, 50 state quarter collections, and other QVC junk that usually cluttered the house.
I could hear Cynthia drop fresh ice cubes into my glass before pouring another few shots of Jack Daniels into it. My phone continued to vibrate in my pocket despite me continually silencing it. I pulled the phone from my pocket and rejected the unknown number calling. When I did the screen read 28 missed calls and 84 new text messages.
I didn’t even think I knew that many people…
Most of the numbers were unknown to me but some were ex-girlfriends, friends from high school, friends from college… mostly people I knew for a semester or two or maybe just for a night. People who’s number I put in my phone and forgot about until years-sometimes decades later-now when they decided to call. I knew why they were calling, of course. It was the same reason why Cynthia invited me to her home this evening. I should be more cautious, I suppose. I needed to move more carefully and make more measured decisions than simply falling into the life trap being set for me. But there was something freeing in the moment. Something that made me want to just be, and do, and let what happens happen. One of the missed calls was from a familiar and welcome name, I noticed.
Helen…
I heard footsteps approaching and quickly shoved my cell phone into my front jeans pocket. Cynthia took the corner with the two drinks in her hands as she shuffled delicately back to me on the couch. She bent over excessively to ensure I received an ample view of her jiggling breasts as she handed me my glass of wine.
“Thanks,” I said with a nod.
“No problem, baby.” Cynthia clinked my glass with her’s before she closed her eyes and tipped the contents of her wine glass in one pull and I kept pace with her, doing the same. I juggled the fruity wine and filled my mouth with flavor before warming my belly. Cynthia shook her head from side to side and fanned herself with a hand as the other rubbed her chest between her shirt and skin.
“Whooo… somethin’ about wine always puts a fire to my skin.”
“Me too,” I said with a grunt as the last of the wine slid down my throat. I swiped my wet lips with the back of my hand.
“Oh, really?” Cynthia said coyly, cocking her head to the side. “What else gets you hot and bothered?”
Cynthia threw a leg to the side and slowly slipped her thighs and ass onto my lap as if I was Santa clause and she was some naughty school girl telling me she’d do anything to get on the nice list. Wiggling her ample ass from side to side on my stirring cock, Cynthia threw her arms around my neck as her eyes flicked between my eyes and lips. “How about this fat ass, baby? Does this make you hot?”
My hands slid around her hips and my fingers dug into her ass as she leaned forward and kissed me hard. Her hands took my cheeks as she kissed me wildly like I never have been kissed before. She was like an animal and her moans began the moment my cock began to poke between her meaty thighs.
One hand cupped the small of her back while the other slid up her front cupping her warm cheek as I kissed her. Her large, braless breasts swallowed my forearm on either side as I laid back against the old plush couch. We half laid there as her lips pushed against mine relentlessly. Her tongue tasted of grapes and strawberries, probably from the lipgloss she wore. Without thinking, my right hand slid down her chest and nuzzled beneath her black top and exposed her left breast from the neck of her shirt. I cupped it and felt her gasp as she kissed me. I could feel her nipple harden as I squeezed her breast. I heard the high pitched hums as I tweaked her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it back and forth.
Cynthia palmed my hand while kissing me and with strength in her arm, pushed my hand between her thighs. My hand easily slipped underneath her skirt and found a warm, moist, pantyless pussy waiting for me. My middle finger traced the length of her pussy lips spreading the already formed juices up and down as I felt her body press harder into my chest.
When two of my fingers pierced her pussy Cynthia had to break free from the kiss to cry out.
“Ohhh, fuck yes, baby!”
My arm, shoulder, and pecs flexed as began to finger fuck this woman sitting on my lap as her eyes rolled backwards and her head tilted high as the moans continued to pour from her lips.
“Yess, god-just like that, baby. Don’t you fucking sto- ahhh!” Cynthia roared.
My lips kissed down her throat and found her exposed breast. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I felt Cynthia’s hand clasp around the back of my head holding me tight to her chest.
“Oh, Fffffuck, that’s it baby, drinking mommy’s milk, oh god,” Cynthia cried out in a ragged breath. “If you keep ahhhmm… if you keep this up, baby, you’re going to make me cum right here and now. Oh, fuck- fuck!”
My fingers sloshed inside her pussy, buried in the darkness beneath her skirt and between her thighs. My two fingers hooked inside her pussy with every thrust and caressed her G-spot each and every time.
“Ahhh oh fuck yes! Oh baby fuck! Don’t stop!”
I felt her creamy juices drip down the palm of my hand. I heard the squishing sound of her pussy walls squeezing down on my fingers despite my hands strength to continue fucking her. I could feel her red fingernails claw at the back of my neck as my teeth bit down on her hard nipple, pulling and twisting on it just so.
“Ahhh ahhh ahhh oh god… oh fucking- ahhh I’m gonna… I’m gonna ohh, baby!” Cynthia gasped as her body stiffened in my lap and her legs and torso curled into me. A violent shudder went through her body as I saw the whites of her eyes and my two fingers, trapped inside her by her strong, thick thighs, pulsed on her G-spot over and over again.
“Ohh godddd, I’m cumming!” Cynthia cried out.
I could feel her juices drenching my palm and her skirt as every muscle in her body flexed and clung on to me. It was if her body had laid claim to me. Her hot breath panted into the top of my head, breathing hot air into my hair.
“Fuuuckk….” Cynthia finally gasped as her body relaxed in an instant and she panted for air.
**72 Hours Earlier**
Grabbing the twenty four pack of Samuel Adams beer, I found myself snickering in my head at what my dad would be saying to me if he saw my purchase.
Get that fancy beer away from me, you hear.
All beer that wasn’t Miller Lite was fancy beer in my father’s eyes. Every memory I had of him from my childhood seemed like there was a half empty can of miller in his hand whether he was watching football or working outside. My mother, of course, didn’t drink unless it was a special occasion. Toast of champagne at a wedding or New Year’s Eve. Then their customary glass of wine on their anniversary. Twenty four years they were married to another and they only had one kid.
I noticed the two women giggling in the corner of the party store. They were older than my twenty three years of age by a decade or maybe two but still held onto their good looks it seemed. Their eyes bounced to me before looking at another and giggling in hushed whispers like school girls.
Ignoring them, I continued to the counter and browsed the liquor on the back wall as the cashier rang up my beer. “I’ll take a fifth of Jack Daniels, too,” I blurted out after an extended minute of the man behind the counter staring me down. Jack Daniels was another staple of my father. At least he’d be proud of that drink of choice.
“Anything else?” He asked.
I got the three Powerball tickets my father always bought and smiled to myself.
Continuing my parents tradition, I thought. It has been a month since their funeral and I still can’t stop thinking about them. What I wouldn’t give for a distraction.
Both my parents weren’t the healthiest of people but they definitely weren’t at death’s door. When the sheriff’s department called me at 4:30 in the morning to tell me of the car accident, I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t prepared. But when I hung up the phone and sat there alone in my tiny apartment I wondered, can you ever be ready to lose both your parents?
The accident happened when my father tried to avoid a deer and failed. Striking the deer, on the way home from a restaurant the car rolled into a ditch which was my parent’s final resting position as they passed. Being a lonely child and an introvert was interesting, especially when losing loved ones. I hadn’t told anyone about their death and I hadn’t talked to anyone about it either. I had no friends, really. No family. It was just me.
After college I was one of the few from my school to leave town and try to be something. I graduated with a degree in teaching only to find out how little money I would make teaching. My year teaching history in Cleveland public schools barely covered my apartment expenses and student loans. The financial cost of two funerals were now beginning to stack up as well. My parents’ life insurance was enough to cover the funerals but barely. Their miscellaneous expenses in their old falling apart house was taking a toll on my checking account now. I had spent the last month packing up their things, selling the unsentimental things and storing the rest. Today was going to be the first day I would take off and relax a bit.
The cashiers in Cleveland would have ID’d me, but in this small podunk town that I was raised in, that’s not something that’s done. I Paid for my items and grabbed the bag they were in and went to leave when I saw my shoe was untied. Stopping at the door, I set my beer, liquor, and powerball tickets down on the ground. Had I known the ripple effect of events that would have been caused by me simply tying my shoe, I’m not sure I would have stopped to do so.
**72 Hours Later…**
Cynthia moved about like molasses, bringing her hand up to her face to brush the strands of hair from her brow slowly. It was like she was trying to focus after her orgasm. Her thick thighs finally parted enough to allow my hand to fall from her pussy which caused another gasp to escape her lips. She climbed off my lap on shaky legs that caused me to keep my hands near her thighs in case she would collapse.
“Oh, my god…” Cynthia giggled to herself as she turned and smiled down at me. “You made a mess out of me, young man.”
I smirked as she grabbed a hold of the back of the couch on both sides of my head and leaned down to give me a long lingering kiss. I cupped her flushed cheeks gently, holding her lips in place as we kissed for an extended moment. I could feel my erection pounding on the front of my boxers and jeans. Cynthia must have sensed it as well because, while we kissed, I felt her hands fall to my crotch.
At first, her gentle hands simply caressed and petted my hard on through my engorged jeans. When she unzipped my jeans I thought my cock might’ve shot right out, it was so restrained.
“Mmmmm… somebody wants attention…” Cynthia growled through a wicked smile.
Her hands quickly undid my belt and unbuttoned my waistline, releasing my erection from my pants and boxers when she pulled them down.
“Goddd…” Cynthia gasped. “You’re bigger than I thought.”
Before I could say a word, Cynthia’s mouth lowered to my cock. She opened wide and her lips took the head of my shaft while her tongue made warm, wet laps back and forth on my urethra. A slight groan escaped my mouth as Cynthia’s lips pressed down my shaft and back up twice in quick succession.
Looking up at me, Cynthia licked her lips with excitement in her eyes, “mmmm… I love the way you taste.”
Cynthia’s words were drowned out by the faint sound of a doorknob twisting and an unseen door opening. I froze and only began to move when I heard her voice.
“Mom, you here?” A woman’s voice called.
I scrambled to grab at my pants to cover my massive erection where I sat in the living room, but Cynthia simply smirked and slowly stood up. Presumably, Cynthia’s daughter walked around the corner from the kitchen and her eyes brightened at the awkward sight of me trying and failing to cover my erection.
“Mom, looks like you started without me,” the woman said almost as if she was complaining.
“Well, honey, just look at him,” Cynthia said, swiping my hand away from covering my erection. “How could I wait any longer after seeing that?”
The girl didn’t respond as her eyes lingered at my erection.
“Sorry, didn’t I mention my stepdaughter was coming over?” Cynthia asked. “Anyways this is Brittany. Brittany, this is Matt, Momma’s new friend.”
Frozen in place and unsure of what the proper, gentlemanly thing to do is, I just sat there and said, “hey…”
Brittany was in her twenties and probably older than I was. Her blond hair was put up in a messy bun, but when she pulled her pink hoodie up over her head, it revealed a thin, hourglass figure with perky breasts, and wide, thick ass. Her gray yoga pants seemed too small and hugged her crotch in almost a revealing manner. Her gold hoop earrings bounced on the side of her face as she moved to the seat to my right on the couch and sat.
I noticed Cynthia disappear into the kitchen with her empty glass as I felt her stepdaughter move closer to my side.
“When I heard my mom said she knew you, I couldn’t believe it,” Brittany said. “I never met anyone famous before.”
My cheeks were already blushing from my predicament, so I just shrugged and nodded. “Well, I wouldn’t say ‘famous’ really…”
Brittany rolled her eyes, “you’ve been on the TV all day its seems the past couple days. That’s famous.”
I nodded, declining to argue the point.
“You don’t have to be weird or anything,” Brittany smiled, shouldering me as she peered down at the stiff erection beneath my hands. “I wanted to first meet you with your clothes on but this is good, too.”
Brittany reached over between my legs and with her small, gentle hands gripped the side of my shaft, stroking it gently.
“Can I?” She asked a little late as well. “It’s okay,” she purred as she scooted closer.
I moved my hands to the side letting my shaft bob as she touched me and saw Brittany’s eyes light up.
“Oh, my god…” Brittany blushed and smiled at me.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Brittany’s mother called from the kitchen.
Brittany’s hand slowly tightened around my shaft as she stroked me slowly at first, then faster and faster. Feeling more comfortable in the familiar spot, I hooked my hand around Brittany’s neck and pulled her to me as I kissed her. The girl giggled as she kissed me back and started to pant as she kept on pumping my shaft.
Pulling from the kiss, Brittany’s lips sucked on my earlobe before she whispered, “Oh you’re so fucking hard. Is that from my mom, hm? You get so fucking hard fucking my mom? What are you not turned on by me?”
Before I could say anything, Brittany half shrugged with a wicked smile as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail. “I guess I’m going to have to earn my keep.”
Brittany gripped the base of my cock and pressed her wet lips and small mouth down on the tip of my cock. The pressure I felt was immense as the head of my cock popped inside her mouth as I immediately felt her warm wet tongue lapping and slithering down my shaft. Deeper, Brittany pushed her mouth down my cock and I bit my lips as the fluttering pleasure I felt on the tip of my cock was almost too much.
My eyes opened again when I felt and heard Cynthia’s presence step back into the living room. I, like every other normal man, had never been a part of a threesome–well, not since this week–and so having another woman standing in the entryway of the living room sipping wine with an amused look on her face while her step daughter was sucking my cock was still an awkward moment for me.
Cynthia must have sensed the uncomfortableness in me, because she giggled to herself as she finished off yet another glass of wine before walking carefully towards me. Setting her glass down on the coffee table, she stepped around the back of the couch near the house’s front door and looked down on me from behind the couch. Leaning forward, I watched her pearl necklace dangle and rock before I saw her thick breasts follow suit. Her movements were slow and her cheeks red as the effects of the alcohol were evident. The soft hands of this mother massaged and rubbed along my chest and biceps. Her cheek brushed gently against mine before her lips found mine upside down and we kissed as her hair fell around my face like curtains.
Is this what heaven feels like?
All the while Cynthia’s daughter aggressively plunged her mouth deeper down the shaft of my cock. She placed her hands on either side of my hips as they rose and fell like Brittany’s mouth was riding my erection.
Then, in a snap. It all stopped. Brittany was first. The young woman’s lips and hands disappeared from my body and when I looked to see why, so did her mother’s sensitive touch to my chest. Brittany wiped at her mouth with the side of a hand as the other held my cell phone and she read the screen.
“Who the fuck’s Helen?!” Brittany snapped. The teasing nubile woman she was seconds ago was gone. Suddenly, I questioned if my car would survive this argument without being keyed.
“What?” My head was still swimming as my throbbing erection bounced in front of Brittany.
“Helen,” Brittany snarled, reading from my phone. “She just texted you, ‘hey cowboy, want to go for another ride tonight? I’m sure we can rope Trisha into CUMMING too.’ What the fuck?!”
Brittany threw my phone and it bounced off my chest.
“Whoa,” I said.
“Hey hey hey,” Cynthia said, holding up a hand between Brittany and me. “Now let’s not jump to conclusions, Brittany. Just cause the man get’s this text doesn’t mean he’s going to respond, now does it?”
Brittany pushed her lower lip outward like a child pouting on her knees and shook her head.
“Now, Matt,” Cynthia continued from looking down on me from behind the couch. Her hand cupped my cheek as the other slid massaging circles on my chest around my phone. “As you can see, dear. My stepdaughter and I have a very unique relationship and we don’t like to share it with just anyone. So those who we do share it with we like to have just to ourselves. Now my daughter and I really like you, don’t we Brittany?”
Brittany’s eyes brightened as she leaned her body against one of my bare thighs and stared down at my still flexing cock that bobbed before her. She had gone from a rage filled teenager to a woman eyeing her dessert and obsessing over it the longer she can’t have it. She nodded back to her mother excitedly.
“See… We’d like to finish what we started, but more than that, we’d like to see much more of you in the future,” Cynthia continued. “Now, if you want to leave…” Cynthia said as her hands rubbed all the way down my body to my cock and stroked me several times. She bent over my shoulder and I felt her full breasts mash into my taut belly as she dipped low enough to wrap her lips around my cock and suck for several seconds. Brittany giggled and extended her tongue. Lapping at the base of my cock all the way up to the tip as her mother’s lips popped off the head of my cock.
With her mother draped across my body there was a brief moment where I was ignored and the mother and stepdaughter embraced in a long messy kiss over top of my throbbing and glistening cock. When the kiss broke, Cynthia giggled as she slowly dragged her face and lips up my chest and kissed my neck and cheek.
“…if you want to leave you can, but Brittany and I would be so sad. Or…” Cynthia’s arms wrapped around my upper body from behind as we watched Brittany slowly slide out of her yoga pants revealing her fat taut ass and her tight, shaved, glistening pussy lips as she bent over. “We could tell that trailer trash Helen to leave you alone and you can finish what you started here, hm?”
The words tumbled out of my mouth like weights falling free. Without thought, or consideration, I simply said, “I’ll stay.”
“Good answer, baby,” Cynthia purred. Her daughter squealed in excitement and, now naked, hopped on the couch beside me. Brittany cupped a hand to my cheek as she kissed my hard and wildly, like her mother had before. All the while Cynthia had snatched my phone from my chest and was replying to me to Helen.
“I’ll just tell her you’re not interested…” Cynthia said to herself as her fingers tapped away on the screen.
Brittany’s hand made long dragging strokes on my shaft as she kissed me. By the time she broke from the kiss and returned her head to my lap to continue sucking my cock, Cynthia had turned off my phone and tossed it to the side. Crawling onto the couch on the opposite side of me, Cynthia raised to her knees as she looked down on me for a moment before kissing me.
Maneuvering was happening and I didn’t know it. I just knew the sweet taste of Cynthia’s tongue. The music of her hum as she pushed her tongue against mine. The feel of her breasts mashing against my chest. Breaking the kiss, Cynthia bit my earlobe as she purred a moan.
“Mmmmm do you like the sight of my daughter about to ride your fucking cock, baby?”
My eyes opened and I saw that Brittany was between my legs and faced away from me. She was lining up my thick shaft with her dripping slit. I felt the tight warm pressure as she slowly pressed down. Her wet walls clamped on my cock. Her body and thighs trembled. Her body slid half way down my shaft and Brittany arched her back and flung her head back as she moaned, “aahhh fuck!”
Bracing herself with her hands on my thighs, her body rose and fell humping me over and over. “Ahh ahh ahh ahh!” Brittany cried out with every tight penetration my cock made into her.
Cynthia was in an excited frenzy over her daughter’s pleasure. Her lips kissed and sucked at every inch of my neck. Her hands pawed and pushed at my body. “Yeah, baby, that’s right fuck my daughter’s dirty fucking cunt,” Cynthia said. “Come on, she’s a big girl, she can take it. You want that dick, Brittany baby?”
In a high pitched cry, Brittany replied, “yes! Ahh ahh ahh oh god yes- fuck me!”
I buck my hips in time with her lowering herself on me and hear her scream in pleasure as her pussy began to ride me easier. Her sloshing wet cunt drenched my cock as it slipped up and down on me. Cynthia removed her top revealing her gorgeous breasts draped only with her white pearls before me. Feeding me one of her hard luscious nipples, I eagerly took it in my mouth.
Cynthia’s hands pressed into my palms and pressed my hands back against the couch and above my head. The mother and daughter pair had me restrained, held down, and prostrated on the couch. My legs and arms spread wide as Cynthia used my mouth as her personal breast pump, and her daughter used my throbbing cock as her personal fuck toy to ride.
“Aahhh! Ohhh gahhd, mom. Mom! I can’t hold out much longer,” Brittany cried in a panic.
“Oh, baby you’re doing– ahhhh, oh fuck yes, bite mommy’s fucking nipples, that’s it! Ahhh… ride the fucking cock, baby. Ride it!” Cynthia moaned.
The clapping sound of Brittany’s body slamming down on mine filled the room as I grunted and groaned into her mother’s breast.
“Ohhh yess… yesss… just like that… oh god,” Cynthia moaned. “I need you to cum. Cum inside Brittany. Cum inside her!”
Brittany’s voice screamed a high pitched moan as she rode me hard. “Ah ah ah ah! Ahhh god! I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m- ahhh!”
The moment overwhelmed me as I lost control and came hard with my flexing shaft buried inside Brittany’s tight pussy. Throbbing, I pulsed inside her shooting strings of cum inside her.
Brittany shook as she squirmed in my lap. “Oh god, oh fuck!”
Cynthia pulled away as her daughter’s body leaned back and formed against my front. Her naked, sweaty body pressed back against mine. Her head and messy hair leaning beside mine against my cheek as she panted. Her mother leaned over top of her, sandwiching Brittany between my body and Cynthia’s as Cynthia bent down and kissed me gently.
After a moment I tried to move but Cynthia and her daughter push to hold me in place.
“Ah ah ahhh…” Cynthia hummed between kisses. Her hands clasped mine and held them down against the back of the couch behind my head. “You’re ours now.”
My cock still pulsed every few seconds inside Brittany’s pussy which made her coo a moan. Cynthia’s breasts mashed into her daughter’s when she leaned into our kiss. Leaning back, Cynthia broke the kiss so Brittany could look over her shoulder and kiss me just as deep as her stepmother did.
Our three body mashed in a mess of sweaty ecstasy that felt wondrous. In my head I wondered what was next for the three of us, I thought about the TV interview I had to do later that night and felt a nervous drop in my stomach recalling it. But most of all, I thought of my phone, wherever Cynthia threw it and the text Helen sent, and I worry what Cynthia replied with.
I thought about Trisha and I want to know if she thought about me as much as I had been thinking of her.
**72 Hours Earlier**
“Ah, shit!” The woman at the liquor store counter cursed. “Sorry, just hold on, hold on, I’ve got another credit card in here somewhere…”
I looked over my shoulder from my position near the front door where I had stopped to tie my shoes. The two women I had seen giggling at my expense while shopping were at the counter. Both of the women were a good deal older than myself but still possessed an attractiveness far beyond my usual comfort level. In some parallel universe, had I ever worked up the nerve to speak to either of them I would surely mumble, stutter, and blush like I was back in high school.
The lady speaking at the counter had long dirty blond hair that spilled down onto her shoulders. She wore a form fitting red tank top with spaghetti straps that revealed the many tattoos, some more faded than others, populated over her shoulders, arms, and back. As she sifted through her large black leather purse I couldn’t help but stare at her ample breasts and long line of cleavage she revealed.
I stared a bit too long because I realized after a moment that the second lady was watching me. Blushing, my eyes met hers before I turned back to my shoe laces. The second woman appeared to be just as embarrassed as the pair struggled to pay for the liquor and beer. She was just as sexy as the first woman but in a different way. It was clear they had planned a night out on the town tonight. Not that in Helena, Ohio there was much to go out on the town. My hometown had a total of two bars.
Jack’s Bar & Grill was the bar everyone went to and Crows was the one you went to if you were looking for a rougher crowd. Biker types frequented that hole in the wall as did those who were looking for intoxication other than alcohol.
Still, it was common for locals like these two women to do their hair, put their makeup, and jewelry on as if going clubbing in Toledo just to go to Jack’s and down shots of vodka while listening to the jukebox and play keeno.
“Goddammit, where is that fucking thing?” The woman at the counter cursed as she shoved her hand deep inside her purse, feeling around as if searching for an odd shaped artifact.
“It’s fine,” the second woman whispered. “We can just go- I think I still have something at home.”
“What? No, I must have just misplaced my credit card or something,” the first woman said as she gave up searching in her purse. “Hey, nick, can you just spot us on this one and we’ll get you back next week?”
The young faced store clerk, Nick, reached out with a hand and grabbed at the two fifths of vodka and 24 pack of beer and shook his head.
“Can’t do it,” Nick grunted. “Got to pay first.”
“Oh, come one Nick, you know I’m good for it. I’ll be back next week,” the woman persisted as she crossed her arms and leaned forward, giving Nick the perfect view at her overflowing cleavage. Nick stole several looks at the cleavage but the grimace on the man’s face was undeterred.
“No can do, Helen,” Nick said, starting to corral their alcohol.
“This is bullshit,” Helen cursed.
I couldn’t say what motivated me to do it beyond chivalry came natural to me. It was something my father had instilled in me from a young age and it seemed appropriate for me to intercede at this point. Standing up right, I left my purchase on the ground and turned back to the counter, feeling the uncomfortable twist in my gut before I reached the two beautiful women.
“Hey- sorry to eavesdrop but I’d like to pay for your guys’ drinks if that’s okay?” I asked, looking between the women eyeing me from head to toe cautiously and the annoyed man behind the counter.
“Well, sure that will be okay!” Helen’s face lit up with a wide smile as her body language immediately changed as she faced me. Helen looked knowingly to the second woman as if telling her an inside joke. “Well how about that?”
I smiled politely, feeling heat flare at my cheeks as I slid my credit card through the machine and signed the merchant copy of the receipt. I was too much in a nervous rush to look at the price, but I knew it would be stretching my expenses to their capacity. It wasn’t like I was going to max out my credit card, but every expense added would sit on my card for months accruing interest charges as I worked away at my 9 to 5 to pay it off.
“I’m Helen by the way,” the dirty blond haired woman said as she shifted her weight to the side causing her breasts to jiggle in front of me. “This is my friend Trisha…”
Trisha was half hidden behind her friend. She wore a long sleeved black shirt with a V neck that revealed her above average sized breasts as well. Her auburn hair waved over her shoulders as her fingers fiddled with another in front of her lap.
“Thanks, that was really nice of you,” Trisha said sincerely.
I wave them both off, “my pleasure. I’m Matt.”
“At least someone still knows how to treat a lady,” Helen dug as she gathered her bagged liquor, glaring at Nick who seemed to not care about anything.
“Na, um, I just couldn’t stand to watch you two go thirsty on a Saturday night,” I laughed gathering my alcohol.
The two women whisper to another as they follow me outside. Fall was breaking and the leaves were beginning to turn. The weather during the day was still warm without the choking heat and at night the temperature would drop with a cool breeze.
I turn to walk towards my car when I feel a small hand gently paw at my bicep. I turned and saw Helen juggling the two fifths of cheap vodka in one arm as she smiled up at me.
“So are you off to a party or something?” Helen eyed my alcohol.
“Oh, no, just um, having a one man party I guess, back at home,” I smirked.
“Oh, well, we were just heading out to Jack’s if you want to come out with us,” Helen offered with a flirtatious smile. The red of her lipstick matching the red of her tank top stretched around her chest.
“Um, well,” I hesitated trying to figure out if I really was in the mood for a bar setting.
“Oh come on!” Helen badgered playfully as she brushed her fingers across my chest. “It’s Trisha’s birthday today! What better way to party than to have a nice strapping young man take her out on the town?”
I looked back at Trisha who blushed and shook her head as if to say, ‘ignore my friend.’
“Yeah, you know what? Sure. Sounds fun,” I relented with a smile.
“Great, you want to give a couple of desperate ladies a lift there?” Helen giggled at her joke as she petted my chest some more while saddling to my side.
I laughed, “of course! Hop on- err, in. Go ahead and hop in my car.”
“Whoa, now, sailor, slow down,” Helen eyed me seductively as she moved to get in the passenger door of my car with Trisha right behind her. “You need to buy us some drinks before you start giving us orders like that. Come on, Trish.”
“Thanks, I, um,” Trisha spoke softly. Her eyes caught mine overtop of the car as she hid an embarrassed smile while Helen sat and closed the door. “Don’t mind my friend, she’s kinda crazy.”
I smiled and nodded, “oh, happy birthday.”
Trisha blushed and looked down as she pawed at the air and shook her head. “Thanks,” she smiled before entering my car.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/txnp2w/two_cougars_spoiled_part_1_of