That meant that I had several days to work on my different projects – and rest up from the previous couple of day's activities!
Finally, though, Thursday came around – and Lucy left work early so that she and Robyn could go to the airport to get Sandra when she arrived. I saw them as they were heading for the airport, and Lucy came over to tell me that I could come over a while after they got back, so that she could introduce me and Sandra. I said that I'd give them a couple hours, and then stop by, and Lucy said that would be fine.
I happened to be looking outside when they got back from the airport, and almost couldn't believe my eyes when I got my first look at Sandra: fairly tall (nearly my height, I figured), slender (but not thin), with long, graceful legs, and hair so blonde as to be almost white or gray – she looked like a young, buxom Elke Sommers.
A couple of hours later, as promised, I went over to visit Lucy and Roby, and get my introduction to Sandra. After Lucy had let me in (telling me that Robyn and Sandra were in the bedroom, catching up on gossip), she called them out so that Sandra could meet me.
As she came out, I could see that I was right about her height – she was only a couple inches shorter than I was, with an incredibly clear and smooth complexion, and somewhat larger breasts than Robyn had – while Robyn's were roughly orange-sized, Sandra's were more grapefruit-ish. I could also see that she'd gotten a good start on a tan, having a nice, light-brown tone to her skin, that contrasted very well with her brilliant blue-gray eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse of some lightweight material, so that it was (with a little of the right lighting) possible to see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and a pair of loose `hiking' shorts that barely came down past her crotch. With the introductions done, she and Robyn obviously wanted to go back into the bedroom and chatter some more, so Lucy told them they could leave us if they wanted – she wanted to talk to me, anyway. Both girls looked both relieved and interested at that, but quickly left me along with Lucy.
Lucy gestured that she wanted me to go ahead and sit down on the couch, and when I did, she sat next to me, and leaned over, pulling my arm around her so that my hand could cup her breast as she sat there. Once we were arranged, she started talking to me in a soft, quiet voice (so the kids wouldn't overhear us), telling me how much she enjoyed `watching the movie' with me the other night, and how she wished that she could come over and stay with me at night, so that she wouldn't feel so alone in her bed again – that she'd forgotten what it felt like to have someone close to her like that, and that I'd reawakened feelings of desire that she'd kept hidden away for a long time.
I told her that*I* didn't have any problem with the idea of her coming over and spending the night with me, or if she preferred, I could come over and stay with her. She smiled at that, and said that she wished it were possible, but that she didn't think that it would be appropriate to do – particularly with Sandra there with them. I responded by pointing out that Sandra wouldn't be there forever, and that it wasn't a one-time offer: we could spend nights together when and if she felt comfortable with it, no strings attached. I followed up by telling her that if she wanted to come over to my place, all she had to do was to show up at the door; if she wanted me to come over and stay with her, she had only to say so. She nodded at that, and we just stayed there like that for several more minutes, with me holding her breast in my hand and softly pulling on the nipple with my fingers.
Our reverie was interrupted by the appearance of Sandra and Robyn, coming in to ask if I was going to be staying for supper. Lucy laughed, and said that I could if I wanted – they were just going to have hot dogs and chips for supper, since she wasn't up for making anything more complex.
I laughed, and said that it sounded fine, to me, and said that I'd go back over to my place and grab a few beers.
As I was talking, I could see Sandra looking at me in a very appraising way – I figured that Robyn had already told her what the two of us had gotten involved in, and what we'd done. Lucy said that sounded good to her, and after a little wheedling and pleading from Robyn and Sandra, agreed that they could have a beer, too, if I was willing to provide it. I feigned doubt at the idea, just to see what the two girls would do – and was pleasantly surprised when they each grabbed an arm and started rubbing their bodies against me (making sure I could feel their breasts on my arms) as they pleaded, in an effort to coax me into agreement.
When I finally agreed, they cheered, and ran back into the bedroom again while Lucy just looked at me and laughed. I just shook my head, smiled at her, and went back to my apartment long enough to collect a 6-pack of beer – I figured a couple each for me and Lucy, and one each for Robyn and Sandra.
By the time I got back, Lucy had started the hotdogs, and gratefully accepted a beer from me – we each toasted the other before opening the bottles. As the hotdogs were cooking, Lucy and I chatted a little about our respective work – comparing the types of bosses we'd had, complaining about office politics, and so on. By the time the hotdogs were ready, we'd each finished our beer, so were ready for another when Lucy called the girls in for supper. Rather than try to be `formal' by eating hotdogs at a dinner table, we decided that it would be more appropriate to just pile it all on paper plates and eat in the living room. Lucy gestured me toward one chair while she took another next to it, so that we shared a small table to hold our beer, while the girls sat on the couch facing us.
As we were eating and chatting, I could see that Robyn was getting something of an impish expression on her face, and noticed that she started `flashing' her crotch at me, and moving so that her shirt pulled tight against her breasts between the times she leaned over and whispered in Sandra's ear (and making Sandra either giggle or gasp in surprise each time). Before long, Sandra was starting to follow Robyn's lead – she'd changed from sitting with her feet on the floor to sitting cross-legged on the couch, facing me more than Lucy, so that her crotch was plainly visible from where I sat – and revealing a pair of pale blue panties in the process.
As she drank more and more of her beer, she got more and more bold, too – letting the condensation on the beer bottle drip onto her blouse, making it nearly transparent so as to reveal her nipples (and the coldness of it making them erect). It wasn't long before Lucy noticed what had happened to Sandra's blouse, and when she looked at me, I simply took a swallow of my beer and gestured with the bottle, indicating that I thought perhaps it was the beer having its effect on Sandra. She smiled a little at that, but it was clear that she wasn't particularly impressed with Sandra's actions.
When we'd finished eating, Lucy told Sandra and Robyn to dispose of the trash, and told them they could go to the pool when they asked for permission. When they'd gone back into the bedroom, Lucy asked me what I thought was going on with Sandra. I told her I just figured that it was a slightly-drunk 15-year old girl trying to vamp an older man to see what kind of effect she could have. Lucy said that she didn't think she liked that idea, and I told her that I doubted that there existed any mid-teen girl who hadn't done something similar at some point – she smiled a bit and admitted that she'd done it a time or two, herself.
About that time, Robyn and Sandra came out from the bedroom in their swimsuits – Robyn in the bikini I'd seen her in before, and Sandra in what had to be the sexiest swimsuit I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing – and doing a damn fine job of filling it out in the appropriate places: it tied behind her neck, came down the front to cover her breasts before continuing down between her legs and up over her buttocks, tying again in the front around her waist. I don't know what material it was made of, but it seemed to become a part of her skin, the way it followed her delicious curves. It was also apparent that this was her normal swimsuit – there weren't any tan lines visible on her*anywhere* (and I did look for them – very carefully, and with great attention to detail!). I somehow managed to keep my eyeballs from falling out onto the floor while Robyn and Sandra got their instructions from Lucy before heading for the pool.