That seemed to get them settled down, and the rest of the wait until Lucy got home went pretty smoothly.
When she got home, Lucy filled me in on the details I needed to know – when she was due at the airport, where she was going, and where she'd be staying when she got there. She also tried to leave me some money to help pay for their food, and got a little testy with me when I simply laughed at her before telling her "You know better than that. Keep your money; you might find you need it where you're going." She grudgingly admitted the possibility, but it was still a few minutes before it left her mind. Still, we all managed to get everything straightened out well ahead of the arrival of the transportation her company had arranged for her. That left the two of us plenty of time to do a little snuggling – and even some making out – before she had to leave.
Part 6
After Lucy left for the airport, I got the girls together and took all of us out to eat – we'd been so busy helping get Lucy packed and getting things organized that we'd completely missed lunch. A little discussion finally found us in a local drive-in fast-food place that made surprisingly good burgers.
About an hour after we got back, I got a call from my client, letting me know that the code I'd written was doing what it was supposed to, and giving me the go-ahead to start on the next part of it while their hardware people finished up their design. Surprisingly, the girls weren't much interested in going to the pool; electing, instead, to spend the afternoon in the bedroom gossiping over the teen magazines they'd brought over. I spent the rest of the afternoon getting myself organized, and thinking through what I thought was likely to happen with the hardware people. Over the years, I'd developed a 'feel' for how good a company's design engineers were, and how efficient they were. For this particular client, I knew their engineers were good enough, but that management couldn't resist sticking their thumbs in the process. Though not a hardware engineer, I was fluent enough with it to be able to anticipate the scenarios that they would likely run into; with that knowledge, I would write the program in such a way that covered all but the last bit of the hardware/software that I thought would bite them on the ass; and put the frame in place for the last little bit, so that I was prepared for any last-minute changes. It was more work for me during the 'regular' part of the development cycle, but paid BIG dividends when they (invariably) hit me with last-minute changes – the bonuses I earned more than made up for the difference. Only rarely did I have to actually pull 'all-nighters' to meet a deadline. Amazing what a little planning and organization can do for one's bank account…
As it got toward late afternoon, I finally got things set up so that I could begin coding the next day; when I was done, I went into the bedroom and asked the girls if they were hungry yet. Due to the late lunch, they weren't; instead, they wanted to know if I'd go swimming with them for a little while. I agreed, and before I could even get to where my swim trunks were, they'd both jumped off the bed and stripped, leaving me with plenty look at as they took their time getting their suits on. Figuring "the hell with it", I didn't pay any attention to them as I changed, too.
With all of us ready, we grabbed towels, and headed for the pool, where we spent a good half hour chasing each other around in the water, playing a pool-bound game of tag. I'll leave it to the reader to guess who was 'it' most of the time.
When I'd had enough, I declared my participation over, and climbed out to lay on one of the lounges as the two of them continued their game by inviting a couple of the other kids that had shown up while we were playing. The boys were the most enthusiastic about joining in – at least, until they discovered that Sandra and Robyn both were far superior swimmers, and almost impossible to catch (and thus, touch).
Finally, they tired, as well, and climbed out to come over to stand over me, dripping water on me until I opened my eyes to look up at them – and notice that the slight breeze was cooling them in some rather interesting ways and places. Once they had my attention, they made it more than clear that they were ready to leave, for a variety of reasons.
When we got back to my apartment, the two of them quickly headed straight for the bedroom, leaving me to close and lock the front door. When I went in to get out of my suit, I found that they'd already shed theirs. They were waiting for me, and I hadn't taken more than two steps into the bedroom before I had a pair of nubile young girls plastered to my body – as Robyn pressed herself against my back, holding me in place, Sandra reached out to start pulling my suit down, kneeling to pull it clear when I raised each foot in turn.
Without getting up, she tossed my suit aside, and reached out to take my semi-erect penis in her hand. She leaned forward to plant a small kiss on the end of it before looking up into my eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head. She then reached up to cup my testicles in her hand while she softly sucked me further into her mouth while 'walking' her lips along my length, until my entire penis was inside her hot, moist mouth.
Of course, the sight and sensation of what she was doing soon had me growing even larger, and I could see the reluctance on her face as she had to let more and more of me slide out from between her lips.
When she realized that I was fully erect, she pulled back from me enough to say "I'm still sure I want you; and I want it to happen *tonight*. Robyn told me that your stuff tastes good, and that after you shoot, you can stay hard longer the next time. So I'm the one that gets to do this, instead of Robyn."
With that, she took my penis in her hand and begin licking and kissing it, with Robyn softly instructing her on what to do – "Yeah, like that – only use your tongue more, there under the end; he really likes that", and "Put it in your mouth, just the end of it, and suck on it real soft, like you do my tit", and "The head – yeah, that part – is kinda like our clits. Do to it what you like to do to me!".
Though inexperienced, Sandra proved to be a quick study – it wasn't long before she had me as hard as I'd ever been. I couldn't reach anything of interest on her, but Robyn was standing behind me, her breasts pressing into my back – so I reached around and behind me and began softly stroking her pubic hair, and pressing gently against her mound, where her clitoris was. She readily moved back slightly, and moved her feet apart, giving me free access to her pubic area. I quickly took advantage of it by sliding my fingers between her legs; cupping my hand, I slowly drew a finger between her labia, and finding her already quite aroused and wet. I repeated my actions again, and continued moving my finger up her slit until it slid across her erecting clitoris, making her gasp in pleasure. I felt her nipples hardening where they pressed into me, and continued stroking her, feeding her arousal and pleasure.
In short order, Robyn was so excited that she could barely stand; I reached down to hold Sandra's head steady, and when she looked up at me, said "I think we'd all be more comfortable, and better off, if we got on the bed, don't you?" She mumbled her agreement around my glistening erection, then let it pop free of her mouth before standing up. Together, we helped Robyn to the bed, then slid ourselves around so that Sandra could resume her ministrations to my erection while Robyn positioned herself so that her head was between Sandra's thighs with her body alongside mine – giving my hand free access to her pelvis, and with a little stretching, her breasts.
It didn't take long before we'd reached our previous level of arousal – more comfortable, Sandra reattached her lips to my erection even as Robyn's tongue was making contact with her distended labia – and as I slid a finger into Robyn's vaginal opening, while using another to press against her clitoris.