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This is my first post.  If you like the story and would like to see the
rest of it, please post to this newsgroup.  I have a few others that are
similar and also true.  Constructive comments will be appreciated.
Flames will be ignored.  Thanks

A Saturday Afternoon

Copyright 1998, the author.

Warning Notice

This is a sexually explicit story involving two young women and one
man.  If fairly graphic descriptions of sex offend you, don't download
and don't read this.  All of the activity depicted in this story is
(was) consensual.  This story is the property of the author and may not
be used in any for-profit activity.

Author's Note

This story is based on actual events that happened back in 1975.  I have
taken some liberty with some of the activities, and most of the dialog.
My skill in writing dialog needs improvement and I am working on that in
some other stories that I am doing.  I hope you enjoy this story and
that you will post some feedback to this newsgroup.

-------------------------

It was the kind of hot dry day that only an Arizona summer can produce -
the dry heat so intense that it felt like it had a sharp edge to it.  I
had already been out, running errands, doing laundry and washing my
car.  After taking a shower, I was relaxing in my cut-offs and a
t-shirt, enjoying the cool flow of air from the air conditioning.  The
Saturday morning cartoons were just ending on the T.V. when the doorbell
rang.   I was a little surprised as I was not expecting company and a
quick glance out the window to the parking lot of my townhouse community
did not reveal anything.  I went downstairs and opened the door.

Standing there were Laura and Georgia, teen-age girls who were going to
the high school I had graduated from the previous year.  Laura was the
sister of a friend of mine in high school, a guy I now avoided because
his deep involvement with drugs had made him paranoid and a little
psychotic.   I had seen Georgia hanging around with Laura but had never
met her before.

I invited them in and broke out some cold soft drinks.  They were
sweating from the heat and Laura, a fair skinned blond, was flushed.
After getting everyone settled in the living room, I lit a cigarette and
asked, "So, are you two just hanging out...?"

Laura spoke up first, saying that they were just in the area and knew
that I lived there, so they stopped by.  We talked a little bit about
school, friends, and Laura's brother and general small talk.  We got to
one of those long, uncomfortable pauses that people get when they run
out of meaningful things to say when Georgia said that she heard that I
had a movie that showed people "doing it".  A little taken aback, I
asked her where she had heard that.  She said Laura's brother had told
them about it one day when he was really high.

My father had died a few years previously after a short illness.  While
helping my mom go through his stuff, I found a good quality 8 mm movie
projector.  There were two reels of movies, both cartoons.  I remembered
that when I was much younger, he used to show the cartoons to my friends
and I at birthday parties.  The next day, while going through a filing
cabinet he kept in the garage, I found a larger reel of film.  I
unrolled the leader and saw that it was a pornographic film from the
1950s.  Later, when I moved into my own place, I took the projector and
film with me.  I had showed the cartoons and the sex film during a party
where most of us were pretty high on pot.  With the "acid rock" of the
time (the early 1970s) blaring on the stereo, the combination of the
silent cartoons and porn was hilarious and certainly not erotic.

I told the girls the story and then Laura said that she wanted to see
it.  I was not comfortable with that, but after they both said that they
wanted to see it and they wouldn't be shocked or upset and most
importantly, not tell people I showed it to them, I agreed.  I brought
the projector down, but found that there was not enough open wall space
to act as a screen, so we went up to my bedroom.  Besides the living
room, my bedroom was the largest room in the townhouse.  It was sparsely
furnished with a dresser, a chair and a king-size bed.  I set the
projector up on the dresser and sat on the chair, letting the girls lay
on the bed.

As porn movies go, it was not very good, even for the 50's.  The color
had faded and the lighting and camera work were pretty amateurish.  It
featured a man and two women.  In the film, the one of the women goes
down on the man and then has sex with him.  He then has sex with the
other woman.  The scenes didn't last very long and I would guess that
the theme was that the women were not satisfied with the quick sex
because they then had sex, first fingering each other and then moving
into the classic 69 position.  The whole thing lasted about 20 minutes.
The way the chair was positioned, I could see the projected images and
the two girls on the bed.  Their reactions were pretty interesting to
me.  The seemed to pay attention when the man in the film took off his
cloths and displayed a rather puny erection.  They were giggling when
the woman gave the guy a blow job and they seemed a little squeamish
when the man pulled out of the women for the "money shot", cumming on
their stomachs.  When the two women started to have sex, they were quiet
and seemed focused on the scene.

When the film was over I put the projector away and the girls started
talking.  For being a fairly shy and average looking guy, I was pretty
lucky with women and had established a reputation of sorts, or at least
enough of one that Laura and Georgia knew about it.  Laura asked what
sex felt like for a guy and I answered that it felt different at
different times and with different women.  Then Georgia asked if the guy
had cum on the women's stomach because he was practicing birth control.
This made me laugh.  I told her that was a fast way to get pregnant and
that they did it in the film to prove that the 'actors' were not
simulating sex.  I can't remember all the details of the conversation
that followed except that the questions seemed to stem from being
curious.  I asked if their parents had talked to them about sex and both
said about the same thing; "Here's what to do when you get your period
and don't have sex."  Laura's family was Mormon and the parents very
conservative. Their son's drug use was apparent to everyone but them -
they just remained oblivious to what was happening with young people.

I finally asked if they were contemplating becoming sexually active.
Laura kind of giggled and said that they already were, in a way.  My
curiosity aroused, I asked what she meant.  Laura looked at Georgia and
then at me and said that she and Georgia "fooled around".

"What do you mean by fooling around?" I asked.

Georgia responded, "When we sleep over at each others house, sometimes
we do the 'lesbian rub'."

I had a fairly good idea of what she meant, but asked her to describe
it, just in case.  She said that they would lay on top of each other and
rub themselves against each other's thighs.  Sometimes, they would just
grind against each other.

By this time, my curiosity was not the only thing aroused.  I went
downstairs and got everyone more soft drinks and then went to the
bathroom to pee.  I was excited but also concerned.  They were young,
after all, and there were two of them.  When I went back to the bedroom,
I saw that they had turned on my stereo and were listening to David
Bowie and they were also smoking my cigarettes.

"I didn't know you smoked," I said.  Laura smiled at me and said that
there was a lot about them that I didn't know.  They were both laying on
their back, sideways to the mattress, with their feet on the floor and
the ashtray between them.  Laura asked me how I got my tan and explained
about my job.  I worked part-time at a local private park, doing
landscaping.  To avoid the extreme heat of the day, I started at work at
about 5:30 am and finished at 1:00 p.m. so I could attend classes in the
afternoon.  This still meant hours in the hot Arizona sun, usually
wearing nothing but cut-off jeans and workboots.   My fair skin was
deeply tanned and my hair was sun-bleached blond.  This made my deep
blue eyes (my best feature) stand out.  The hard work also built muscle
and tone.  In short, I was what would now be called  'pretty buff'.

I lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed between them.  Laura
asked me if I knew what 'french inhaling' was.  I told her that I had
heard that it was popular in high school.  She took me cigarette and
took a drag, then leaned over and seemed to kiss Georgia.  When they
broke the kiss, Georgia exhaled the smoke.  Whatever reservation I had
about the two girls melted right then.  Georgia asked me if I wanted to
try it and I said sure.  She sat up, took a hit off the cigarette and
covered my mouth with hers and then softly exhaled into my lungs.  I
exhaled the smoke through my nose and then brushed my tongue over her
lips.  She made a humming sound and then moved closer to me, so I
started to explore her mouth with my tongue.  She leaned back and I went
down with her, lying on my side as she lay on her back.  I had one arm
under her neck and the other was stretched across her stomach, lightly
caressing her side, just above the waistline of her jeans.  We had still
not come up for air since starting the kiss.  Georgia's mouth was
becoming hotter and wetter and her breathing was deeper and faster.  I
finally broke the kiss and then sat up.

"Wow," I said.  "I am not sure if we should be doing this."  Georgia was
a little flushed and I noticed that the underarms of her t-shirt were
turning dark from sweat.  Because she was nervous or excited or both I
guessed.

Laura, who had been watching us, sat up and put her arms around my neck
and kissed me, her lips soft and slightly open.  I opened my mouth and
her tongue darted in and started to spar with mine.  She seemed to have
some experience in this area.  She leaned back and I followed, this time
laying with my right hip overlapping her left hip.  I moved my right
hand up and down her back.  After a moment, Laura opened her legs and
tried to straddle my thigh.  Her hands were moving around my back and
then she pushed my t-shirt up a little so that she was touching skin.
She kept moving her hips to try to get into a good position to be able
to rub against my thigh , but I wasn't really cooperating.   I could
feel her small breasts pressing into my chest.  When she pushed her hips
close to me, the bare skin on my legs could feel the heat radiating from
the crotch of her jeans.

The sensation of another kiss, this one on my neck, surprised me for a
split-second.  Then I remembered that Georgia was there too.  I don't
know if she and Laura had a signal or if it was just a sense of sharing,
but Laura moved her mouth off mine and then Georgia's tongue was there.
To comfortably kiss her, I had to roll over to my other side.  Just as I
rolled onto my back, Georgia lay down on me, with her legs open and the
crotch of her jeans resting on my right thigh.  As we got more into
kissing her hips started to move, first very subtly.  Without really
thinking about it, I bunched her shirt up in back so that I was rubbing
my fingertips over her very smooth skin.  Georgia was not wearing a belt
and my fingers could slip under the waistband of her jeans to where I
could feel the thin elastic band of her panties.  Georgia reacted to
this by grinding herself on to me a little harder.  I raised my right
leg up, bending it at the knee so that the big muscle running down the
front of my thigh was pressing right into the crotch of her jeans.  Now
Georgia was starting to make a little noise.  My hands were roaming up
and down her back, running over her bra straps and closures and back
down to lightly trail my fingers over her butt.  I felt her let go of me
and then felt her arms raise up over us.  I opened my eyes to see Laura,
on her knees above us, pulling Georgia's shirt off.  As the shirt came
over her head, she moved her mouth into the crook of my neck.  Her
breathing was pretty fast and her hips seemed to move a little
spasmodically.  I grabbed her hips with both hands and guided her so
that the friction between crotch and thigh was better.  I felt hair on
my face and looked up to see Laura leaning over and so we started to
kiss.  With Georgia seeming to be have set her own rhythm, I move my
hands back, one to her lower back and the other up her side.  That
allowed me to stroke her breast with the back of my hand.  I could feel
the nipple, a small hard point under the thin padding of the bra cup.

Laura moved back and reached between Georgia and I to pull up my
t-shirt.  My hands were in the way so I moved them to the sides until I
had to reach over my head so she could slide the shirt off.  When she
was done, I pulled Georgia's face up to mine and started to kiss her
again.  I moved my hands down and cupped her ass, getting a little
back-of-the-throat moan as a reward.  I wanted to try to move her so
that she could grind away on my cock, but we were in too awkward a
position.  Back when I was high school, a girlfriend of mine had a
favorite pair of jeans with a button front.  When we would make out, she
used to grind herself against the bulge in my pants in such a way that
one of the buttons pressed right onto her clitoris.  She would cum very
quietly, press a wad of tissue paper down my pants to the head of my
cock and then, moving her hand back out of my pants, rub the palm of her
hand rapidly over my hard-on until I came into the tissues.  I once
tried to put my hand in her pants and got a hard slap for the effort.

At this point, I wouldn't have cared if one of them had been the
underage daughter of the county sheriff.  I was very turned on and just
a little curious where this was going to end up.  Georgia started to
answer part of the question.  She pushed her tongue into my mouth and
took a deep breath through her nose.  Her hips began to jerk and she
began making moaning noises.  I slipped my hands under the waistband of
her jeans and into her panties, pushing down until the waistband trapped
my wrists.

I spread my fingers so that I was cupping the soft globes of her ass and
used my hands to help push her hips onto my leg and also to stroke the
cleft of her ass with my finger tips.  I was able to push one hand a
little further in and barely touch the bottom of her pussy and the
tender perineum.  As soon as I did that Georgia pulled her head up, eyes
closed and mouth open, breathing deeply and making soft little sounds.
Her face was flushed and sweaty and I watched as her breath caught and
she froze for an instant and then this look of relaxation and
peacefulness came over her.  I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her
on her back, pushing her further up on the bed so that she could have a
pillow under her.  She was still breathing heavily and as I sat up after
a few moments, I could see the flushing that had spread down her chest
start to recede.  The crotch of her jeans was damp, the material dark
and the seam pressed in.  I leaned over and kissed her gently and then
got up to change the record and have a cigarette.  Laura lay down next
to Georgia and whispered in her ear and they both giggled a little.



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