Business Studies 09 By Katzmarek ------------------------------------------------------------------ Author's Note. This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit without the author's express permission in writing. ------------------------------------------------------------------ (Part 9) Nick greets me at the door with a whistle of appreciation and a big hug. I reach up for a kiss and we're soon Frenching. He's dressed casually with an open shirt but I notice he's bathed himself in the cologne I like. His mouth is hot, his lips caress mine and our tongues play with each other. His hands explore my back and settle over my bottom, squeezing, feeling. I'm pretty sure he now knows my pantyless condition! He pulls me hard against him, through my dress I can feel how excited he is. It's almost as if we're naked and my pussy moistens and tingles underneath the fabric. He could stand me against the wall, pull my dress up and fuck me if he wanted, I'm SO horny! Eventually he releases me and I stumble backwards a bit. He takes me by the hand and leads me through to the lounge. Rachael is standing there with a drink in her hand. She looks nervous and eyes me up and down, checking me out. She's dressed in a simple top and pants, but she could wear anything, she's so slim. "Hello Tee," she says casually, "you've dressed up?" "Yes, "I answer. She's making me self-conscious. "I thought I'd go to a bit of trouble," I reply, "y'know." "Yes, I wish I'd gone to some trouble... myself now... You look fabulous." "Thank you," I blush, shyly. "Where'd you get that outfit?" Nick wanders off to the kitchen while Rachael and I discuss clothes. He returns, drinks in hand, and offers me a Rum and Coke. "Doesn't she scrub up well?" Nick nods towards me. "You always had a good eye," she tells Nick, "except for that little scrubber of a housewife..." "Rachael! We're not here to discuss my..." "Why not? Tee, did you know about Nick and that lady that owns that Souvenir shop, on the corner as you go into the Mall?" she laughs. Nick squirms and walks away towards the window, suddenly appreciating the view. "She doesn't have to know..." he mumbles. "Anne Jackson?" I exclaim, interested, "mum and she play tennis together!" "Yes, that's her... Anne Jackson, she must be what, about 50 if she's a day, Nick?" "I don't know... something like that..." he mumbles again, clearly uncomfortable. "So what happened?" I ask eagerly. (I'm enjoying this!) "She approached Nick for some help with choosing an investment property. I always thought she wanted to get into his pants..." "You did not!" Nick protests. "C'mon! I saw the way she was eyeing you up that day. She couldn't keep her eyes off your arse..." "You exaggerate..." "Ignore him," she continues. She draws me away conspirationally, like a schoolgirl whispering secrets. "They had this big affair... Nick said she couldn't keep her hands to herself. She'd grab his nuts in the car while they were driving to look at places. They'd be viewing this property and she'd be all over him like a rash. Nick said she couldn't get enough, apparently her old man didn't appreciate her, isn't that funny?" I'm laughing along with Rachael, both enjoying watching Nick squirm with embarrassment. "They once did it in the back of the shop," "You're kidding!" "Yep... one lunchtime... locked the doors and put out the sign... fucked the lights out of each other over the lunchroom bench." I tried to imagine the scene. Mrs Jackson is on the heavy side with big boobs and arse. She'd always struck me as pretty conservative, dressing always very businesslike. The thought of her bent over that sink... well... it wasn't a pretty thought! "He must have been pretty desperate," I tell her, "with her, I mean..." "Ah, you're being judgemental," replies Rachael, "you can't always judge a book by its cover. Take you," she goes on, "I'd never have thought you'd dress up like that... or have Nick so... completely..." "Completely what?" I ask. "Bedazzled! That's a good word..." "Bedazzled? You think so?" "I KNOW so. Can I get something clear?" she asks, dropping her voice still lower, "you don't want to move in with him, do you?" "You're safe," I re-assure her, "I couldn't live with him, he'd drive me crazy. He's just a... pitstop for me at the moment... and a source of financial support for next year." I tell her all this unashamedly. She needs Nick more than I do and I'm responding to her insecurity. "Yeah... ok... good," she tells me, "I've got a little... ah... source tucked away too. I think Nick knows but doesn't know who." "I think he mentioned something about you having a sugar-daddy." "He would! I can't say..." "I wouldn't ask." "Good... then it's a straight business arrangement?" "Yep." "No worries. Do you know what Nick has in mind... for tonight?" she asks. I shake my head. "Do you?" "I gather he wants a little show... with us... before joining in, I suppose. Do you have any ideas?" "Maybe we could have a little dance together?" I suggest, "that'd be painless enough and... I guess... take things from there." "I guess... Have you done this before?" she asks. "No, have you?" "Me neither. Y'know, I'm not really the whore he makes out. I haven't had that many lovers... it's really Nick who comes up with the ideas for..." I'm beginning to warm to this woman, her frailty. I'm beginning to think she's hugely misjudged. "I see, so he's the one with the imagination?" "Sure is, " she laughs, "don't get me wrong... we have a lot of fun. I enjoy most of it, I don't mind camping it up a bit, bit of acting, it's fun. Nick probably gets into it more though..." "Yeah, I know..." I think of that night when we sealed our agreement. "You too?" she raises her eyebrows, "of course he would. Has he done that little schoolgirl thing where he slaps your arse and stuff?" I shake my head. "It's SO hot. Do you like being spanked?" "I don't think so. I've never had it." "It really gets me going, especially when he does me afterwards... from the back... it just comes in one long... I'm surprised you haven't heard me next door! Y'know," she whispers in my ear, "he's such a good fuck." "Have you two finished conspiring yet?" asks Nick. "Yes dear," replies Rachael, "be right with you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Rachael puts on some slow smoochie music. Nicks watches us from the sofa, a look of anticipation on his face. "Shall we dance?" she suggests, holding out her arms, "can you lead or do you want me too?" "How about both of us," I reply. We hold hands and start to swing slowly to the music. We're not sure what we're doing at first, neither of us are great dancers. Eventually one hand rests on a hip and the other on a shoulder. Like that we sort of guide each other around. Rachael moves close to my ear. "Are you wearing panties?" she asks curiously. I shake my head. "Really! I can't feel any elastic. I guess you couldn't with that dress. Does Nick know?" "Suspects, I think. In the hallway when I arrived... we... hugged... I think he felt it then." "You're a foxy wee thing aren't you?" she grins, "I bet this guy of yours walks around with a permanent hard-on." I chuckle to myself, thinking about Jonno's massive member. "He'd need to keep it in a sling," I tell her. "Why," she laughs, " is it that big?" I nod. "Oh my," Rachael grins, "how big are we talking about?" I show her with my hands. "About this!" "Goodness! I wonder how that would feel... up you. I don't think I could take something like that." "I guess you'd stretch." "I guess so... still... I wish you luck." Meanwhile Nick's still sitting on the sofa, legs spread, looking a little bored. "Having fun you two?" he asks, sarcastically. "We're just getting to know each other," Rachael replies, "what's the hurry?" "No hurry," he grumbles. "This is fun," she says, then turning back to me, "I don't really have any girlfriends, if you know what I mean. Y'know, someone to gossip and moan to, I don't really have that." "Why is that?" I ask her. "Don't know," she looks sullen, "women don't seem to trust me... especially around their men. I seem to have this reputation as a Jezebel or something. Particularly after me and Nick had that break up." "You ran off with one of Nick's contractors. At least that's what I heard." "We'd broken up before that happened!" she snaps back, "and HE can talk..." "It's ok Rachael," I say in a calming voice, "I don't really give a shit anyway." "I'm sorry," she apologises, "it pisses me off... all the talk... I mean, no outsider really knows what's goes on inside a marriage do they?" "Of course not," I agree. "Fuck the lot of them!" she spits out. "Too tiring... anyway, who gets the ugly ones?" I ask, grinning. "You can... I'll get the rich ones." "That's not fair!" We laugh out loud together. Nick gets up grumbling about getting another drink. "Y'know?" Rachael says, "I like you." "Me too," I tell her. --------------------------------------------------------------------- When Nick returns, he comes up to us and puts his hands on our bottoms, guiding us closer together. He arranges us so that our legs are intertwined. Our pussys, therefore, our now bumping against each other's thigh. "That's better," he says and he pulls Rachael's head around and Frenchs her. I watch in intimate detail their mouths working together. Nick still has a hand on our arses and traps us together. His hand is rubbing me just under the swell of my cheeks, his middle finger presses into my crack. Nick withdraws from Rachael who has her eyes closed. When she flicks them open she looks all dreamy, like she stoned. I can feel Rachael move as Nick strokes her bottom too. The contact, his closeness and the sexy kissing just inches from me is beginning to have an effect. I feel an erotic tension growing around us. "Now you, sexy," he says to me and bores in. I need no prompting and open my mouth. His kiss is hot and passionate. My hands are still on Rachael's hip and I instinctively pull her harder against me. I can feel her hand, it has left my hip and is stroking Nick around the head. On my hip I can feel the pipe of Nicks erection, hard and ready. Between my legs, Rachael's warm thigh is grinding slowly against my moistening pussy. My other thigh can feel the warmth of Rachael sliding against me. "Oh baby..." Rachaels coos and nibbles Nick on the shoulder. He withdraws from my lips leaving me wanting more. Of themselves, my lips try to follow him. I guess I have the same stoned expression as Rachael. "Now play kids," he tells us in a low voice. He puts an arm around each of our shoulders and draws us inexporably together. He guides our faces closer till we can touch noses, our breaths mingling. "Rachael," he says softly, "look at Tee's beautiful face." Rachael looks into my eyes. "Those sexy lips..." She looks down to my mouth. "... So kissable... Give her a kiss." She moves in and kisses me on the lips, open-mouthed and sexy. I can taste lipstick and her mouth has an altogether more delicate feel than Nick's. She gives a little start and I sense that Nick's stroking her somewhere, intimately. She kisses me more fiercely and grinds herself harder against my leg. "That's enough!" Nick commands and nudges her away. We look at each other full in the face, she's flushed and dreamy and her hand is on my arse pulling me against her pussy. "Tee, don't you think Rachael has a sexy face..." I nod. "Lips... so kissable..." I nod, but I don't need any orders and pre-empt him. I want to feel the softness of Rachael's lips on mine again. After a while we're oblivious to Nick's presence. I'm dimly aware he's sitting down on the sofa again but I can't tell you when he left us. This has become our own little scene. "This is not... too bad..." Rachael whispers breathlessly into my ear. "Better than I thought," I whisper back. Our hands are working too, exploring and stroking. Rachael plays with the hem of my dress, lifts it a little and touchs my bare leg. "Smooth skin..." she whispers. "Nice hands..." I reply. I slip my hand under her top behind her and run my hands up her narrow back to the strap of her bra. She shivers and pulls my dress up a little higher. "You've nice hands too," she tells me. Her fingers are on the backs of my thighs and travelling North. I move my hands around to her tummy, it's smooth and flat. My little fingers sense the closeness of her bra-covered boobs. She straightens and her hands leave me. She hoists her top up and over her head and tosses it to a chair. Her breasts are smaller than mine and nestle in a lacy bra that squeezes and pushes them up a little. "I guess I'd better takes this off," I tell her, self-consciously, and try to undo the hook and eye at the back of my dress. "Let me," she offers and turns me around by the shoulder. As Rachael undoes my dress, I look across at Nick. He's transfixed and I notice his hand shifting on his leg. It's obvious that he's been rubbing himself while watching. I can't dwell on the thought because Rachael has undone my dress and is busy smoothing it off my shoulders. She has to push it down over my hips and takes the opportunity for a bit of caressing. "You've got beautiful boobs," she says looking over my shoulder into my cleavage, "I wish mine were that size... just right!" She works the dress down over my bottom and I can feel her fingers on my cheeks, her boobs are squashed into my back. "Feeling horny yet?" she whispers. "Hmm hmm, you?" "I'm flooding baby," she grins. I smile back. "Want your bra off?" she asks. "Sure!," I swallow. My boobs loosen, then fall free. Rachael's hands are immediately on them, caressing and squeezing. A little grunt from the direction of Nick suggests he's enjoying the view. I turn around and throw myself on Rachael's lips, fiercely kissing and writhing against her body. My tits are mashing with hers, I grab them and try to pull them from her bra. "Wait... you have to undo..." she gasps and reaches behind for her catch. I have this overwhelming feeling, I want to bite, kiss and suck every part of her. I don't KNOW myself right now, I feel SO out of control. Her breasts are now free and I'm sucking and squeezing her flesh. I clamp my mouth on her nipple and flick it with my tongue. "Oh my... Tee... I never... Oh God..." she babbles. "Take your pants off... please!" I demand. "Yes... sure... wait a minute... got to sit down... Oh baby..." Rachael backs away towards a two-seater by the wall. "Legs going..." she says desperately. She's trying to undo her pants as she goes. By the time she sits down she's has them open and lifts her bottom to push them down. I follow close behind and help her pants the rest of the way. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties but I stop her. "This is for the woman to do!" I tell her and we both burst out laughing. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I collapse next to her on the two-seater. "He says that to you too!" says Rachael laughing and pointing at me. "They ALL do," I tell her, laughing back, "they must get told that by their fathers. 'son'," I imitate a male voice, "'you must take down the lady's panties'." "Yes!" yells Rachael, "'this is for the men to do'," copying my 'voice.' "Oh for Christ's sake..." comes Nick's frustrated voice. He's standing over us, watching our chests jiggling with the laughter. Rachael has her arm draped over my shoulder, my hand is on her leg. Together we smile up at him like a pair of giggling schoolfriends. "Oh poor baby... what's wrong?" Rachael asks with mock concern, "are you feeling left out? Look Tee, he's all frustrated, bring it over here and let us kiss it better." "That sounds like a good idea," says Nick undoing his pants. Rachael reaches across and feels my pussy. "My, you're damp down there," she comments, "you're really getting into this girl/girl thing aren't you?" "You're pretty slippery yourself!" I comment, feeling the damp crotch of her panties. "Better slip them off..." she says, sliding her panties down. She then takes my hand and places it on her pussy. "You can give me a fiddle if you like," she tells me. "Ok... So you're a natural blond? Um... you can do the same... to me if you like," I tell her, putting my leg over hers. We seal the bargain with a smooch. "Not blond..." she whispers, "I've put colour on there too..." "Really? Why? Um... wouldn't it... um... burn you? The chemicals..." "No... not really... if you're careful... uh... oh baby... there!" We're kissing again when I feel something brush my cheek. "Kiss?" says Nick. We break apart and there's Nick's cock inches from my face. Momentarily, I feel resentment at the intrusion, but Rachael volunteers to go first and captures him with her mouth. I kiss her neck as Nick pushes his cock in and out of her mouth. After a few strokes she gurgles and takes him out of her mouth, jacking him in her fist instead. "Sorry babe," she tells him, "can't concentrate... Tee you're... just right... oh babe... I'm..." She looks in my eyes, her fingers rapidly dancing on my clit. I'm wriggling and squirming against her, feeling like I'm about to explode. Her fingers know exactly what they're doing and drum a beat right where it works the best. "OOHH..." Rachael cries out and her fingers stop working on me. Instead she grips me with her hand and her leg traps mine hard. Her hand jerks, "OOHH... OHHH..." She cries again followed by a low moan. Her arse grinds against my fingers. "Oh baby... baby... I'm so... sorry... OOHHH... there's more... OOOHHH... Jesus... no! Stop...OOOHHH... God..." She grips my hand, holding it hard against her pulsating pussy. "Oh Tee... sorry babe," she grins, "I couldn't finish you..." "It's alright," I pant, "was it nice?" "Yes babe... so good..." I feel my legs being lifted. Another body slides up between my legs, Nick. He puts my feet on his shoulders, the bulb of his hard cock is already probing my entrance. "Oh finish her Nick," Rachael says and puts her arm around my neck. She grabs my boob and kisses my face as Nick begins hammering away inside my ready pussy. At first it feels funny, different, this other body. Not as soft as Rachael, it takes a little while to adjust to the new sensation. Nick's driving deep in this position. Rachael puts her finger on my clit, increasing the stimulation. I look up at Nick, who has his eyes closed. He's grunting and already beads of sweat appear on his naked chest. A mouth fastens on my nipple, it can only be Rachael's. She traps it between her tongue and teeth, it's the final straw. I scream into Rachael's shoulder, I hold her head on my tit. Nick growls and jerks into me rapidly pushing my right over the edge. I cling to Rachael for support, I want to hold her to me, enjoy her soft body against mine. Nick's the instrument but it's Rachael I want to hold as I ride the spasms of my orgasm. We kiss for a long, long time, she's still holding my boob as if she's forgotten her hand is there. Later, Rachael tells Nick, "I'm going to jump in that big bath of yours sweetheart," then to me, "care to join me?" "Sure," I reply. "Can I join you?" Nick asks. "If there's room," she replies. I'm pretty sure there wouldn't be enough room for the three of us. It's interesting that Rachael asked me first. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nick tries to get in with the two of us but it's obvious we'd all have to stand. He gives up after a while and takes a shower instead. Rachael and me snuggle up without the disturbance of the air blowing. It's just so peaceful and comforting. We don't talk much, I guess we're both thinking about our experience and what it means to us. It was a lot more pleasurable and intense than I thought possible with a woman. Something else too. Neither of us were concerned with performance, as one might expect with a guy. It was somehow much less stressful and fun and we could afford to clown around. That's because we had no expectations of each other, I see that clearly now. With Nick, it's like he has to prove himself every time. With Rachael, we simply have nothing to prove. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Afterwards we all tumble into Nick's big bed. We oblige Nick, who wants a babe on either side of him, but later on Rachael comes back from the bathroom and slips in beside me. We eventually fall asleep in each other's arms. Katzmarek (C)