When the two of them stood up again, I could see flecks of my semen around Sandra's lips, as well as Robyn's – and the sight was nearly enough to bring me to full erection again, right on the spot. Instead, though, I pulled the two of them next to me and hugged them, before picking up the soap and starting to lather them up. The next several minutes were loads of fun – having Sandra standing right next to me in front, so that I could feel her downy soft bush against my semi-erect cock, while Robyn did the same to me in the back is one of the memories that I will cherish for a *long* time – particularly when Sandra started rubbing herself against my cock, making me even harder, which made her spread her legs enough to let my erection rub up against the outside of her vagina and clitoris while she pressed her firm young breasts against my chest.
Sadly, though, the fun had to end – primarily because the hot water started to run out. We quickly abandoned the shower, and started drying each other off – with Sandra again surprising me by taking the opportunity to suck on my semi-erect cock for a few moments when she knelt down to dry my legs off.
When we were again dry, and finally dressed (well, them in their swimsuits – hardly "dressed"!), we all sat down in the living room, and talked a little bit about different things. It turned out that Sandra was much like Robyn, in that she was fairly intelligent, interested in a lot of things, and surprisingly well-informed about a number of world events.
When I asked her about it, she admitted that she did like to sunbathe nude as often as she could. After she had answered that question, she summoned the courage to tell me that she thought that she'd like to "try some more stuff – you know?" I told her that there wasn't any hurry or rush, and that I wasn't going to do anything to pressure her or hurry her.
I suggested to her that she think about it for a few days – and admonished Robyn against interfering – and make her decision then; that if she really thought that she wanted me to be her `first', I would be honored to do so – but ONLY if she were quite sure about it. She said that she would think about it some more; and I told her that I thought maybe it would be a good chance for her and Robyn to catch up on any gossip and such, and that I still had some work to do. They got the hint, and said goodbye to me before leaving.
Part 5
The next few days were spent getting making sure I was well ahead of schedule on my work – and getting my strength back from everything that had happened the last couple of days. Also, I wanted to make sure that Sandra had plenty of time to decide what she wanted to do; though she was a little more restrained than Robyn, I had the feeling that she wasn't going to let Robyn talk her into anything, either. They did stop by a couple times, but I was busy, and they had to content themselves with watching me as I worked my way through some tricky code; it didn't take long for it to get boring for them with me so focused on what I was doing.
Lucy came over a couple of times, and we did a fair share of kissing and making out, but it didn't go any farther than that, by mutual consent.
Finally, though, Robyn and Sandra turned up at my door one afternoon, again wearing only their almost non-existent swimsuits – not surprising, considering the season and their love of the apartment complex's pool.
I'd gotten ahead on my work, and was waiting for some hardware engineers to get their thumbs out, so had some free time to spare. I hadn't any more than let them in than Robyn unfastened her suit, and let it drop to the floor; Sandra quickly followed her example, without hesitation. Having not had the pleasure of their company for several days, I appreciated the views they gave me all the more – Robyn's dark complexion emphasized by her dark hair and the blueblack shadow at the junction of her thighs, her orange-sized breasts with their small, dark areolas and nipples; Sandra with her all-over tan (now showing an ever-so-faint fading where she had to wear her swimsuit), larger breasts with medium-sized areolas just slightly darker than her skin, and her almost-white head and pubic hair. Both had smooth, flawless skin, without a blemish to be seen anywhere.
As I stood there, burning their images into my brain, Robyn chimed in with "We know you've been busy, but we're hoping you might have some time for us, today." – soon followed by Sandra's nod of assent.
I put a serious-thoughtful look on my face, and pretended to be doubtful about it – but couldn't keep from laughing when both of them developed worried looks on their faces. When I laughed, Robyn realized that I was teasing, and gave me a dirty look; Sandra simply looked relieved.
I gestured toward the living room, and the they each took one of my arms, hugging it to them as they guided me to the couch before releasing me to turn me around, then sitting down next to me.
To my surprise, Sandra was the first to speak, telling me "I've been thinking about what you said. You know, the other day, when we took the shower together?"
I smiled at her, and said "Oh, yes, I remember!", with enthusiasm, making her blush furiously.
"Well, I finally decided about that – about what you said.
Robyn talked to me about it – not too much, only when I asked her to – and told me what it was like for her, and how nice and gentle and kind you were with her. I believe her, too; even when we were in the shower, you were like that with me. I mean, I'm sitting here next to you, naked, and while I'm talking to you, you're looking into my *eyes*, and you're actually listening to what I'm saying!!"
Here, Robyn chimed in with "Yeah, he's like that; you'll get used to it. The deal is, he figures we're cute and sexy and all that, but more than anything else, he respects people – at least, until they do something to piss him off, then it's no more Mr. Nice Guy.
You shoulda been here the night he took my mom and me out to dinner!"
Sandra and I both looked at her in a way that made it clear we wanted her to stay quiet and out of the conversation; she took it gracefully enough, and sat back to listen as Sandra continued: "Like I said – I've decided. And my decision is that I*do* want to, uh, do more with you. I mean, I want you to be my first; I want you to be the one I give my virginity to."
That set me back a bit – I really didn't think that she would just come out and say it that way. That, and my mind racing at the idea of spending time with the little vixen, left me speechless for several seconds. It was only when I noticed the look of apprehension on her face that I came back to reality to tell her "Sandra, if that's what you want, then that's what will happen. I don't know that we have time to actually*do* anything today" – Robyn checked the clock, and told us "Probably shouldn't try it…" – "You said you've been talking to Robyn about it, so I'm sure she can fill you in on the how and what and all that.", I continued. She nodded, and I went on "You've still got a week here, and I'm sure the right time and place and circumstances will come to us before you have to leave. But we're not going to push it, for a couple of reasons. First, and most important, is that if we're rushed, you won't be as relaxed about it as you should be, and that might make it more difficult or painful for you. Second, if we're not careful, there's a chance that Lucy, or someone else, might find out about it, and I could get into a lot of trouble about it; maybe even go to jail. I don't think either of us wants anything like either of these things to happen, so we'll just take it easy, and wait for the right chance, okay?"
She readily agreed, then told me "Um, the last couple of days, Robyn and I have been, uh, trying stuff out, sorta."
I looked at her, then Robyn, who told me "Remember when you said I should find someone I really trusted to find out about boys and girls? And I told you I thought I might know someone?". I nodded, and she went on "Well, Sandra is the one I was thinking of. We've been finding out what girls are like, sorta, and we both decided we like them. I still like boys – men! – better, though; and Sandra wants to find out which she likes, too."