Jenny, a bestie with benefits from my university days, and Trouble, my barely legal teen girlfriend, lounged on the patio of my casita watching the golden glow of the setting sun on the desert landscape.
We had just celebrated Taco Tuesday with a few other friends. This Taco Tuesday, a regular tradition at my place, evolved this week into a new and exciting event. As I recently designated my casita as a Clothing Optional Zone, Taco Tuesday with girlfriends became a panty party. There was some brief total nudity when a few guests played “strip trivia” with my Alexa device, and tops came off, but, generally, we kept our panties on.
We three were finishing the last pitcher of margaritas and languishing in the warmth of the tequila. I was in heaven. Jenny and Trouble are a formula for happiness I could not have imagined until now. The conversation drifted into silence and smiles.
Totally relaxed, Jenny rested her head back on her chaise lounge, and let a hand drift down between her legs, slipping it into her panties. Closing her eyes, she began to dance her fingers under the lace and over her girl bits. Occasionally, she would take a sharp breath and open her eyes, making contact with Trouble and me, ensuring we were watching her every move. Each glance at us aroused her more and more. After just a few minutes, Jenny let out a tiny little scream as she climaxed, her thighs quivering, her tummy muscles contracting, making her entire body shudder. She prolonged the moment by pressing her hand hard against her mons multiple times until, finally, she relaxed,
Jenny grinned at us, licked the juices off of her hand, and wiped it clean with a napkin. She simply sipped her margarita and looked at me, mischievously, waiting. I got the message.
Looking from Jenny to Trouble, I spread my legs and began to massage my pussy over the soft ruffles of my boyshorts panties. I could feel my wetness penetrate the fabric, but I took my time before I moved my hand under the ruffles to roll the flesh of my hood over my bud. I wanted to prolong the feeling so resisted the rushing urge to tickle my clit directly. I was so lost in myself, I closed my eyes. When I opened them and remembered Jenny and Trouble were watching me, I came close to cumming immediately. As I settled a bit, I rhythmically teased my body by making figure eights with my fingers, sliding two of them inside me, then out gently squeezing my sweet spot. I thought I had it all under control until I glanced at Trouble and saw her hands under her top rubbing her breasts as she watched me. Not sure why, but that sent me over the top in a rollicking orgasm that shook my body to the bone.
Jenny tossed me a handful of napkins as she could see how utterly wet I was. Then, we both turned to gaze at Trouble. Suddenly, she seemed so extremely young, so downright innocent and sweet. It occurred to me that perhaps I should not have pursued our “situationship” as she calls us. I started to speak, “Baby…,” but she politely shushed me and beamed.
Shyly, she removed her cropped t-shirt and rubbed her breasts and nipples, which looked as hard as cherry pits. As she glided her hand into her panties, she parted her thighs exposing skin and muscles already twitching from excitement. Her sheer, silky thong revealed her labia, moist and shimmering in the waning sunlight. Trouble locked wide eyes with me and began rolling her fingers over her happy button and inserting a single finger now and then. Soon, in only a minute or so, she was on the edge, quaking deeply, whispering desperately, “Oh fuck … fuck… fuck.” In only a few more seconds she exploded in a shattering orgasm, or, as she said later, “like a fucking runaway freight train.” Trouble was so energetic, so animated and so totally beautiful in her ecstasy, Jenny and I laughed and applauded. As Trouble passed through what were several “cookies,” (my term for orgasms) Jenny and I surrounded her with hugs and kisses.
We dashed over to the community pool for what we hoped would be a skinny dip. But a few neighbors were there, so we swam in our undies and tops. Going back to the casita, we took a warm, three-way shower and slipped between fresh clean sheets. We were surprised by how tired we all were. So, following a few giggles, kisses, and caresses we fell asleep.
When I awoke this morning, I found Trouble and Jenny, naked as they were born, drinking coffee and making waffles.
You know, you can’t plan stuff like this. It just happens. Life and love happen even when we doubt it ever will. Sometimes our friends, lovers, life, and the universe bestow joy upon us. I’ll take it.
