Tripping the Lights Fantastic - Part Three
 
by NetWanderer
 
Disclaimer:  If you shouldn't be reading this kind of stuff, don't.
 
Chapter Four - The Visitor.
 
I blessed my boss as I rolled out of bed at a luxurious 10:30 AM.  A
quick shower to wake up, something to eat, a workout on the Nordic
Track, another, much longer shower, and now, curled up in a chair with
a good book and Shadowfax on the CD player.  Life didn't''t get much
better.
 
The rest of the day found me puttering idly around the apartment. 
Since I was getting paid, I did do some paperwork, but mostly caught up
on my reading.
 
Because of my late rising, I skipped lunch.  As I washing the dinner
dishes (fresh trout, if you care), the buzzer rang.  I lived in an
access controlled complex, anyone who wished to come in had to be
buzzed up.  A video monitor allowed us to see who was at the door.
 
Walking into my living room, I hit the talk button.  "Who is it?"
 
"It's me.  Tammy!"  For a panicked second, I saw her standing at the
door with a small army of police behind her, but as the viewer warmed
up, I could see she was alone.  Standing there in a raincoat to ward
off the light drizzle, she waited for me to reply.
 
"Come on up. Third floor."  I hit the button to open the downstairs
door.  It took me a second to figure out how she knew where I lived, it
wasn't in the phone book.  Then, I realised that when she had first
started at the gym, she didn't have her car and her parents sometimes
had dropped her in my lot for me to take her the rest of the way.  She
had never actually been inside, but my name was on the doorbell. 
Fortunately, I lived at the rear of the complex, so there was little
chance she would be noticed.
 
As I waited for her to come up, I wondered if there was something
wrong.  I glanced at the clock. 7:30.
 
There was a tap on my door, and I opened it, allowing Tammy to slip
inside.  Shaking a few drops of water from her hair, she dropped a
small gym bag to the floor.  Mindless of the damp coat, I gave her a
big hug.
 
"What's going on?"  I asked.  "I didn't expect to see you here."
 
"I would have called," she replied, "but I didn't have your number
handy.  We were supposed to have cheer squad practice tonight, but
because of the rain, it was going to be inside.  But some group rented
the gym, so they cancelled.  Mom doesn't know that, and I didn't want
to go home, so I came here, while she thinks I'm still at practice." 
She grinned at me.
 
As she was talking, she unbuttoned the beige raincoat she was wearing. 
Underneath, she was wearing her high school cheerleader's outfit.  The
school's colores where gold, blue, and white, so the outfit consisted
of a white sweater with blue and gold trim and chest logo, and a blue
and gold pleated skirt, gold socks, and white sneakers.
 
Just looking at her in that outfit gave me a woody.  She must have
realised the effect she had on me, because she hung up her coat, then
made a point of spinning back around to face me.  This caused her skirt
to fly up, revealing a flash of white panties.  Smoothing her skirt
down, she stepped over to my chair and climbed in, curling her legs up
under her body.  She picked up the book I had been reading.
 
"Star Trek?" she asked, a vaguely disapproving look on her face.  "What
can I say?", I replied, "Everyone has some bad vices."  "Like sex?" 
"That's not a BAD vice! <chuckle>."
 
Standing up again, she started to look around my apartment.  I had a
decent one-bedroom, with a living room, bath, and small kitchen.  The
majority of the living room consisted of my entertainment center (with
a large screen TV, VCR, videodisc player, CD player, etc).  An
overstuffed black leather couch and my recliner faced the TV, along
with another chair.  Two floor lamps and a coffee table filled out the
furniture.
 
The kitchen was off to the back right of the living room, next to the
hall leading back to the bedroom.  It had just enough room for a small
table.  As Tammy walked down the bedroom hall, I followed.  As we
passed the bathroom, I was glad I had decided to clean heavily a few
days ago.
 
Inside my bedroom, I had my bed (double), my computer desk, a bureau,
and some bookshelves.  A ceiling fan spun lazily above the unmade bed. 
Tammy sat on the edge of the bed and bounced a few times.  I dived onto
the mattress next to her, but before I could turn over, she had gotten
up and gone back to the living room.  With a grumble, I got back up and
followed her.
 
She was sitting on the couch.  "One reason I came over," she said, as I
plopped into my recliner, "was that Sarah and I had an idea on the way
home last night."
 
"Oh?"
 
"Yeah.  We both have AP biology this year.  We're doing fine, but our
parents haven't seen grades yet, so they don't know that.  We can tell
them that we need a tutor, and you said you'd help us out.  We'd have
an excuse to hang with you, and you'd get paid for it."
 
I knew what kind of biology they had in mind for me to teach.  "Won't
they want me to use one of your houses?  And are you sure they'll go
for it?"
 
"With our brothers and sisters around, we could never study at home
except in my bedroom.  Besides, you know our parents, and more
importantly, they know you."
 
"That's true." I did know their parents.  Tammy's mom was a looker, but
she was way too stuck up. Her husband had left her when Tammy was 12,
all they ever saw of him was a support check.  Sarah's parents were
social climbers, attending all the charity and political events.  Both
families general response to anything involving their daughters was to
throw money at it, rather than wasting any effort.  They'd go for it. 
They seemed to like me when I met them.
 
"Okay," I went on, "sounds like a plan to me.  Ask em and let me know. 
I'll even split the money with you two.   Now, you said that was one
reason.  What were the others?"
 
Tammy grinned, jumped up, and dashed for the bedroom.  I was slow in
reacting and got tangled in my chair, so by the time I got to the
bedroom, she was lying on her back on the bed, skirt demurely tucked
down.  Again, I jumped onto the bed next to her.  This time, she didn't
leave.
 
Reaching over, I turned her on her side to face me.  As I leaned to
kiss her, she muttered, "No oral sex.  Promised Sarah she could watch
first time."  I nodded, and her eyes closed.
 
Her mouth moved to meet mine, but I wouldn't let it, instead, using the
tip of my tongue to lick her lips, cheeks, jaw, and nose.  In vain, she
tried to capture me for a kiss, but I was too fast.  Finally, as we
rolled around on the bed, she managed to plant one.  "Gotcha!"  she
cried.
 
"Oh yeah?"  It took her a second to realise what I meant, until she
noticed that I had her pinned to the bed, using my arms, hands and legs
so that she couldn't move.  She tried to break free, but I had
leverage, and she couldn't dislodge me.  By reaching around under her,
I was able to free one hand without letting her loose.  Using that
hand, I started to tickle her.  She wriggled in vain, and I continued
mercilessly, until she told me she was about to lose bladder control. 
I rolled off her, and as she tried to regain control of her muscles,
moved to the edge of the bed.
 
Taking her left foot in my hand, I untied the laces of her shoe and
slipped it and her sock off.  Both smelled faintly of baby powder.  I
repeated the process with the other foot, then started to massage it.
 
As I rubbed her feet, Tammy just made a kind of purring sound.  I
worked on both feet until it looked like she was going to fall asleep.
 
Before she was totally out cold, I stopped and crawled up next to her. 
As I put my arms around her, she cuddled up next to me and tucked her
head into my shoulder.  We spent the next few minutes just like this,
as I idly rubbed her back.  Neither of us really moved until I felt her
head shift and the tip of her tongue start to flick itself against my
neck.
 
Slipping my hands under the hem of her sweater, I rubbed her back and
belly.  I guess she remembered from the night before, because she found
my earlobe and began to suck on it.  Mischievously, I flicked my tongue
into the center of her ear, which caused her to shiver delightfully.
 
Pulling away from me, she asked me to lie on my back and put my arms
above my head.  I did so.  Swinging a leg over, she straddled my waist.
 I lifted my back to help her as she lifted my T-shirt over my head.  I
put my hands on top of hers as she traced her fingers down through what
little chest hair I have, then ran them up her body, so that the backs
of my hands brushed her breasts through the cheerleading sweater.
 
She slid of me to the side, and grasped the waistband of the sweats I
was wearing.  With a lift of my hips, she pulled them off too.  All I
was now wearing was a set of boxers, and I was mildly embarrassed as I
realised I was wearing the ones covered in smilie faces that an ex had
given me.  Tammy didn't comment though.
 
Still kneeling, Tammy grasped the edge of the sweater and pulled it up
and over.  Yet another sports bra, this one pale yellow was beneath was
too quickly gone.  The front of my boxers quickly rose from the sight
of her beautiful breasts.  I started to reach for them, but Tammy moved
back, so I dropped my arms and let her continue to run the show.
 
Reaching behind her, she undid some kind of fastening, and the skirt
fell away from her hips and was swiftly discarded.  Underneath, she had
on a pair of white silk panties, so tight, that the individual curls of
each pubic hair was visible through the thinly stretched material.  A
damp spot had formed at the base of the pubic hair between her almost
clearly visible pussy lips.
 
Kneeling next to me again, her fingers started to massage my upper
thighs.  When I asked her where she learned to do that, she told me,
"the trainers do this if we pull a muscle or something.  I think they
just enjoy it. "  I certainly did.
 
As she kept massaging with one hand, her other slipped up the leg of my
boxers and wrapped itself around the base of my shaft.  She squeezed a
little too hard, but when I yelped, she got the idea and loosened her
grip.  Her hand began to stroke up and down, the motion constrained by
the boxers.  Again, I tried to reach for her, but she pushed my hand
away.
 
For several moments, she silently kept stroking me, and I was more than
content to lie there and go along with here.  Finally, she looked at
me, and with a smile, said "Ok, enough of this crap.  I want you to
fuck me, now."
 
In response, I reached down a pulled off my boxers.  Taking a condom
from the nightstand, I rolled it on as she laid back and removed her
panties.  As she was pulling her panties over her ankles, I stretched
out and placed my hand over her pussy.  Moisture covered my palm as I
rubbed it up and down.  Her panties dangled from an ankle, forgotten,
until I pulled them off.
 
Tammy made as if to lie on her back, but I stopped her,  suggesting she
might want to try another position.  Telling her to swing her leg over
me, I put my hands on her hips and manoeuvred her into position so that
her cunt was directly over my rock hard cock, now sticking straight up.
 She quickly figured out what I had in mind, and started to lower
herself down on to me.
 
As I slipped inside her, she started a steady, quiet humming from her
lips, as her eyes scrunched closed.  After she had settled all the way
down, I gave a gentle push with my hips and she started to rise.  The
first few times, she rose too far, and I slipped out, but she got the
hang of it and soon was bouncing up and down rapidly.    Her tits swung
in all directions as the bedsprings began to squeak in protest. 
Placing my hands on her thighs, I located her clit with my thumbs and
began to massage it as she rode me.
 
Her humming turned into little gasps of "Ah! Ah!" mixed with her now
familiar little shrieks.  As I started to thrust upwards in rhythm with
her strokes, he shrieks grew louder, and I hoped my neighbors weren't
home.  I increased the motion of my thumbs,  and she suddenly bounced
up, and came down hard.  Her inner muscles grabbed me and pulled me
along with her as she bounced up again, shrieking as she came.  She
bounced down again, and I used my hand to hold her up as she started to
fall forward.  She looked at me questioningly.  By way of explanation,
I started to wiggle and thrust me hips, and my thumb resumed its
action.  It took a second for my still hard cock to make its presence
known, but then her eyes screwed shut and she muttered, "Oh God.  Not
Again!"  Almost involuntarily, she started to bounce up and down
slightly, and this time I did most of the work, using the little space
I had to thrust hard into her her stuffed teen cunt.
 
My rapid pounding took its toll on both of us, and I barely made it
until I felt her inner walls contract again.  This time, she was unable
to even shriek as the orgasm ripped through her, making every muscle go
taught.  The pressure was too much, and again my world was ripped away
in orgasmic bliss.  As we both crashed down, Tammy made a little 'eep'
sound and fell to the bed next to me.  Totally spent we both just lay
there for a few moments.  When Tammy asked me what had happened, I
explained about 'multiple orgasms, a fact they seemed to have left out
in sex ed.
 
Tammy saw the clock then, because she suddenly yelped and scrambled up.
 "It's 9:30!  Practice ends at 9:30!  I have to be home by 10!" 
Together, we found her clothes from where they had been flung by our
activities.  Tammy threw her clothes on, and ran for the hallway, but
stopped at the sound of my choked laughter.
 
"What's so funny?" she asked me as she turned.  I was laughing too hard
to frame a reply, so I just pointed.  Looking down, she realised she
was only wearing her panties, the cheerleading skirt was still in a
pile on the floor.  Laughing at herself, she grabbed in and wrapped it
around her, then resumed her dash for the door.  Still naked, I
followed.
 
She threw her raincoat over the arm that had picked up her bag, and
tilted her head up for a kiss.  I obliged, and felt her fingers brush
my now limp cock.  Opening the door, I stood behind it.  "I'll talk to
my parents and call you!" she said, as she ran for the stairs.  On my
way back to the bedroom, I made a note on my board to make copies of
the apartment keys, just in case.
 
Chapter 5 - Biology 101
 
The next morning, after I got back from running errands (including
having two sets of keys made), I found three messages on my machine. 
The first was from my prof, informing me he'd be away yet another day,
effectively giving me off until the next week.  Bless his heart. 
Although, from the sound of the woman's voice in the background., I
don't think he necessarily had my interests in mind.  It wasn't his
wife, her voice could shatter jello.
 
The other two messages were from Tammy's mom and Sarah's dad, both
asking me about tutoring their daughters.  I was in a mood to be
generous, so when I called them back, not only did I request a
ridiculously low $25 per hour, if I tutored them both at the same time,
they didn't have to pay double.  They were both so happy at the
savings, they didn't even think about it when I said they would have to
come to my place to save some time.  Made sense to hedge my bets on
that one.
 
Both families were convinced they had gotten a good deal.  If they only
knew.  They were so eager to make sure their 'little darlings' had
everything, we scheduled the first session for that very night, from
7:00 to 9:30 ish.  As I hung up the phone for the last time, I started
whistling, and made up another shopping list.
 
Three hours later, I lugged my bags back up the stairs.  Collapsing
into the chair, I reviewed my purchases.  Assorted biology related
educational materials, for the girls to show the parents.  I had even
bough a plastic 'dissected frog'.  Bottle of wine and three glasses. 
New sheets.  Variety pack of condoms.  Candles.  A small vibrator and
some lube completed the set.  I didn't think I would need the last two
anytime in the near future, but they were on sale.
 
It took the rest of the afternoon to tidy up.  I changed my sheets and
set some candles around the bedroom.  The coffee table in the living
room went into the storage room.  A condom or two was tucked away near
all the major pieces of furniture, the rest went in my nightstand.  The
rest of the gear went in a bag in my bedroom closet.
 
By the time 7 o'clock came around, I had finished dinner, done the
dishes, and was waiting in my chair.  At two of, the buzzer rang. 
Without looking at the monitor, I hit the door release and called for
them to come on up.
 
Opening the door to the hallway, I could hear them pounding up the
steps.  Both of them came up the last flight at a dead run, barrelling
into the apt.  Tammy bounded onto the couch, while Sarah paused for a
second to look around, then planted herself on the middle of the living
room rug.  Both of them were panting slightly.
 
Sarah was wearing jeans like the ones she had been wearing two nights
ago, with blue and white sneakers.  A grey 'Looney Tunes U' t-shirt
rode up just above her belly button as she stretched out on the floor. 
Tammy was wearing denim shorts, white sneaks and socks, and a dark
green plain T-shirt.
 
Tammy was grinning widely as she told me, "Guess what?  My mom got
nervous at the last minute and wanted to come with, but Sarah convinced
her not to by telling her 'what can happen with both of us there?'"   I
had to laugh in response.   "Let me get us something to drink."  I went
into the kitchen and filled the three wine glasses I had bought
earlier, then took them back out to the girls.
 
Handing one to each, I raised mine in a toast, "To the study of
biology!".  We all took a sip.  Tammy raised her glass, 'To the study
of anatomy!'.  Another sip.  Finally Sarah raised hers, "To sex-ed!".
 
"Here! Here!" we chorused.  We chatted for a few moments as we finished
off the wine, then I took the empty glasses back to the kitchen.  When
I came out, I saw the girls had looked over my CD collection, and
slipped in a new age CD, at low volume.
 
"Well," I asked, "what's on the lesson plan for tonight?"  I folded
myself into my recliner.    Sarah sat in the other chair and looked at
Tammy,, who shrugged, as if to say 'Your call.'.  Tammy stretched out
on the couch.
 
A little hesitantly, Sarah suggested, "Um, maybe what we were talking
about in the gym?"  She couldn't seem to bring herself to say it, so I
finished her thought, "oh, you mean oral sex?"  Sarah nodded quickly,
licking her lips, perhaps in anticipation.
 
"An excellent idea.  And for today's class, I think I will need a
demonstration subject.  Would anyone from class care to volunteer?" 
Tammy's hand shot up like a Saturn rocket.  "Ah, good, a volunteer. 
Young lady, would care to stand in front of the class?"
 
Tammy rose from the couch and came over to stand next to my chair.  She
turned and faced Sarah, to whom I addressed my next question.  "Which
would you like to study first, male to female, or female to male?"
 
Sarah thought for a second, "male to female first?"
 
"As you wish."  I stood up, and faced Tammy, who was still standing
next to me.  Taking her by the shoulders, I turned her slightly so that
Sarah had a clear view of both of us.
 
"In order for us to get a realistic response, the subject "Tammy
giggled at being referred to as such, "must be properly prepared."  So
saying, I began to stroke Tammy's face and neck with my fingertips. 
She started to move her hands, but I told her to relax, the 'teacher'
was going to do all the work, and she dropped them back to her sides.
 
Moving very slowly, I worked my hands down her neck, along the
shoulders of her shirt, down the outsides of her arms, then back up the
sides.  From there, I trailed my wiggling fingers across the tops of
her breasts.  As my hands sank lower and crossed her nipples, through
the material, I rubbed them between my thumb and finger.  By now, Tammy
was swaying in place.
 
My explorations continued along the sides of her breasts, to her back,
then around, above her waist, to her belly.  Moving past the waistband
of her shorts, I reached around to her rear, stroking, then cupping her
ass.  Her pelvis thrust towards me.  Along the backs of her thighs,
then knees, then ankles, I travelled, then shifting around to the
front, up her legs, using the absolute minimum of pressure.
 
When I hit her upper thighs, she shifted position slightly, spreading
her legs, then gasped as my fingers traversed her denim covered crotch.
 I had kneeled down to reach her legs, and now I rose.  Pinching the
material, I pulled the hem of her shirt out of her shorts.  She raised
her arms as I lifted the garment off, then lowered them again.
 
She had on yet another sports bra (which I gathered to be her
mainstay), this one was pink.  Her nipples were poking through the
stretch fabric.  Bending to a knee, I started to kiss around her belly
button, holding her hips to help her balance.
 
To my side, I heard a sound as Sarah dragged her chair a little closer.
 As she did so, I stuck my tongue into Tammy's navel, then trailed it
up to the base of the pink bra.  Tammy shivered.
 
I turned to Sarah,  "there's more to good oral sex than just licking
between the legs.  The breasts and nipples also are very sensitive." 
As II was talking, I had pulled off her sports bra, and now stood up
and touched the tip of my tongue to the upper side of Tammy's exposed
left breast.  In a spiral pattern, I moved inward towards the center of
the breast, closing in on the nipple.  When I reached it, I just
flicked my tongue against it, then, after a short pause, took it in my
mouth and sucked gently.  As I sucked, Tammy moaned, and I felt her
muscles twitch.
 
The other breast received similar treatment.  While I was doing this,
my hands had unbuttoned her denim shorts, and I had started to massage
her through the front of her panties.
 
Her balance was beginning to go.  Using the hand already down there to
push down her shorts, the other was available to support her.  When she
steadied, I led her over to the couch and sat her down.  She leaned
back and spread her legs a little, totally unselfconsciously.
 
At my urging, Sarah moved her chair closer, almost touching Tammy's
knee.  She still seemed a bit nervous, but the desire was clear in her
expression.
 
I hooked my fingers into the sides of Tammy's floral print panties as I
looked at her face.  She too appeared a bit nervous, but nodded at me
to continue.  Her legs came together to let me remove her underwear,
then reopened, a little wider this time.  With my head now almost in
her open lap, I could smell the sweet fragrance wafting up from her. 
Directly ahead of me, I could see her pussy opening, pink lips open in
arousal.
 
Susan had gotten out of her chair and knelt next to me instead.  "The
trick is to be both gentle and persistent, "I explained, as I gently
stroked Tammy's thighs.  "You can't just dive right in."  To illustrate
my point, I placed my lips on the inside of Tammy's right thigh, just
above the knee.
 
About once a second, I planted a new light kiss, moving an inch or so
closer to my goal with each one.  After I had moved my lips, I sucked
gently at that spot, until going on.  I felt her pubic hairs tickle the
side of my nose as I reached the top of her thigh.  The other leg
received the exact same treatment.  As I reached the top of this leg, I
felt Tammy tense as she realised what was going to happen next.  When
my lips hit the joint at the top of her leg, I stayed there for a short
moment.  Then, I stuck my tongue out just slightly and quickly ran it
sideways, crossing her pussy, less rapidly, I moved it back again,
stopping as I hit the center.
 
The tension left her, and I felt her legs spread wider as I planted a
light kiss directly on her pussy, the first time any one had ever
kissed her there.
 
Glancing up, I could see Tammy trying to watch what I was doing,
fighting her eyes urge to close.  Placing my hands on her thighs, I set
to work in earnest.
 
With the tip of my tongue, I traced the outline of her labia, using a
feather-light touch.  As I circled her nether lips, I increased the
pressure gradually, until I was licking all around in a steady,
insistent rhythm.  Her hips started to shimmy, so I had to extend my
tongue to keep on target.  When I reached the bottom of one loop,
instead of circling again, I moved my tongue directly upwards, across
her opened pussy.  I lashed my tongue up and down the length of her,
being careful to avoid her clit.  I wanted her to wait a little more
for that.  Sarah's breath was hot on my neck as she leaned closer to
watch.  With the corner of my mind, I registered the sensation of her
breast pushing into my shoulder.
 
Tammy started to buck her hips towards me lightly as I alternated
kissing around her lips with long tongue strokes.  I leaned back and
paused for a second, then extended my tongue as far as I could and
dipped my head forward, sinking my tongue into her love tunnel.  God,
she tasted so sweet.  Once inside, I began to thrust my tongue in and
out, as she started to gyrate and moan frantically.
 
Fluids were flowing copiously from her, coating my tongue, lips, and
chin as I pulled back again.  Extending my tongue again, I touched just
the tip to her clit, which was now protruding from under its little
hood.  Using tiny little strokes, I worked my way around and over the
nubbin.  Tammy's hands found my head and entwined themselves in my
hair, using it to pull me in closer.  As my lips made contacted, I
fastened them around her love button and sucked it in.  My tongue
assaulted the tiny organ from inside my mouth as my lips held it
firmly.  Within seconds, I heard the short shrieks that signalled an
impending orgasm.  As I heard this, I stopped my actions.  Tammy
shifted her hips wildly, trying to relieve herself, but I didn't
cooperate.  As her gyrations subsided, I resumed my sucking and
licking.
 
Several times, I brought her to the edge of orgasm, then then left her
dangling, alternating between shrieks and mumbled curses.  Finally, I
decided I had been cruel enough.  This time, as she approached orgasm,
I reached in with my hand.  As my lips fastened on her clit and sucked
hard, I slowly pushed two fingers into the opening beneath.  Pumping my
fingers in and out of her soaking vagina, I sucked and licked her
clitoris as hard as I could.
 
Her shrieks rose in pitch, and I felt a rush of liquid as her hips
bucked into my face.  I rode out her spasms, and did not even slow my
motions down as her first orgasm subsided.  Seconds later, the shrieks
began again, and soon, another rush of feminine fluids emerged.
 
Still, I continued to finger fuck her as my mouth continued its
insidious work.  I counted no fewer than five orgasms in a row before
her body relaxed and I knew she was through.  Slowly, I removed my
fingers and leaned back on my heels.
 
Tammy was sprawled on the couch, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 
Spontaneous twitches ran through various muscles as she lay gasping.  A
small puddle of fluid had gathered between her spread legs.
 
I looked for Sarah.  Turning, I saw she had settled back about a foot
behind me, and was kneeling there.  One had was rubbing her breasts,
and the other her crotch though her clothing, lightly.  Sliding
backwards, I rested against the couch, and suggested to her "Why don't
you let me do that for a bit?"
 
My voice snapped her out of a partial daze, and her hands flew away
from her body.  Leaning forward, I took her shoulders, and pulled her
gently towards me.  She resisted slightly at first, but then allowed
herself to be tugged.  I turned her around and sat her between my legs,
so that she back rested against my chest.  Her head turned to the side
and looked up at her semi-conscious friend, who was still recovering.
 
Not wanting to spook her, I first place my hands around her belly, and
hugged her lightly.  She relaxed a little and settled back.  I let my
hands wander her belly until she had relaxed more, then slid the upward
and stroked the undersides of her breasts through her T-shirt and bra. 
I felt her tense up again, so I stayed where I was and scratched
lightly.  Again, it took her a minute to relax, then I cupped her tits
in my hands and lifted them slightly.  They felt very firm.  This time,
she didn't tense up, and as I began to run my hands around the surface,
she settled back even more.  I kept this up for about 3 or 4 minutes,
then started to drift a hand down to the hem of her shirt.  When she
realised what I was planning, she said "Please, no, not yet..."  I
brought my hand back up and kept stroking her through her clothes.
 
We were interrupted by a voice from above.  "So, I see he got to you
too!"  Tammy said, as she allowed herself to slide off the couch onto
the floor with us.  She was still a little unsteady.  "Mmm-Hmm," Sarah
replied lazily, as I kept massaging her tits.  "So, was it all you
thought it would be?" I asked Tammy.
 
"It was so-so-so- damn!"  she replied, unable to find the words, "I
thought I was going to die."
 
"I'll take that as a yes"
 
"Hell, yeah."
 
A little reluctantly, I pushed Sarah forward.  Getting some paper
towels from the kitchen, we all cleaned up a bit and discussed what had
just happened.  Tammy was still at a lost for words, but we did
establish that Sarah's favorite part was when I stuck my fingers in her
friend.  Tammy took Sarah into the bathroom with her to help her gets
cleaned up, and I'm sure to talk about it in private.  I could have
listened in, but decided that would be wrong.
 
After they came out, I went in and washed my face.  Tammy was finishing
getting dressed when I came out.  Alas, it was getting close to 9, and
they had to get ready to go.
 
We still had a little time, so I told them to wait, that I had
something for them.  From the bedroom, I got the keys I had made, and
two other items I had picked up at the same place.
 
Hiding them behind my back, I returned to the living room and gave each
girl one.  To hold their keys (which they didn't know about yet), I had
got them each a silver keychain in the shape of the first letter of
their name.  When I gave them those, they both squealed and jumped up
from the couch to hug me.
 
Then, when I gave them they keys to the apartment and told them they
could come any time they wanted, they hugged me even harder.
 
Sadly, the 'lesson' was over.  The girls asked me if 3 days was okay
for the next one, they were afraid to come too often and had told their
parents they were going to get tutored twice a week, at least at the
beginning, to 'catch up.'  I didn't want to wait that long, but I saw
the wisdom and agreed, that they would come Sunday at 4 PM.  I let the
girls out, then collapsed into my recliner.  After the night I just
had, I needed some pressure relief.  I looked at my trusty left hand. 
"Just you and me tonight, buddy."