It was hard to miss Becky’s signals. Big ones like popping over while house sitting while my girlfriend was out of town, then getting naked or changing clothes in front of me. Smaller ones, like asking about my sex life with her best friend. It was hard to ignore. Becky was stacked with perfect tits, and more curves than a mountain road. Becky had perfect skin, green eyes, red hair and was awash with freckles. Her appearance and lack of modest clothing made it almost impossible to ignore her advances. Penny, my girlfriend laughed it all off. She called it misplaced jealousy, and that Becky would never act on it. Little did I know things would change.
My girlfriend, Penny, often left me drooling. Tall and lithe, she had a nubile body, her skin perfectly tanned and her hair, cliche-surfer-girl blonde. Penny looked and dressed like a surfer girl in bikini tops, but was studying coding and really did not fit the stereotype. Penny had huge, eyes that seemed to just draw you in, and were irresistible, especially when looking up to you, and begging for cock.