Message-ID: <11164eli$9805111507@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Mark Subject: First Story: A Saturday Afternoon (mff - true) Part 1 of 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: don't@think.about.it Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35571F3F.E161C8CE@think.about.it> This is my first post. If you like the story and would like to see the rest of it, please post to this newsgroup. I have a few others that are similar and also true. Constructive comments will be appreciated. Flames will be ignored. Thanks A Saturday Afternoon Copyright 1998, the author. Warning Notice This is a sexually explicit story involving two young women and one man. If fairly graphic descriptions of sex offend you, don't download and don't read this. All of the activity depicted in this story is (was) consensual. This story is the property of the author and may not be used in any for-profit activity. Author's Note This story is based on actual events that happened back in 1975. I have taken some liberty with some of the activities, and most of the dialog. My skill in writing dialog needs improvement and I am working on that in some other stories that I am doing. I hope you enjoy this story and that you will post some feedback to this newsgroup. ------------------------- It was the kind of hot dry day that only an Arizona summer can produce - the dry heat so intense that it felt like it had a sharp edge to it. I had already been out, running errands, doing laundry and washing my car. After taking a shower, I was relaxing in my cut-offs and a t-shirt, enjoying the cool flow of air from the air conditioning. The Saturday morning cartoons were just ending on the T.V. when the doorbell rang. I was a little surprised as I was not expecting company and a quick glance out the window to the parking lot of my townhouse community did not reveal anything. I went downstairs and opened the door. Standing there were Laura and Georgia, teen-age girls who were going to the high school I had graduated from the previous year. Laura was the sister of a friend of mine in high school, a guy I now avoided because his deep involvement with drugs had made him paranoid and a little psychotic. I had seen Georgia hanging around with Laura but had never met her before. I invited them in and broke out some cold soft drinks. They were sweating from the heat and Laura, a fair skinned blond, was flushed. After getting everyone settled in the living room, I lit a cigarette and asked, "So, are you two just hanging out...?" Laura spoke up first, saying that they were just in the area and knew that I lived there, so they stopped by. We talked a little bit about school, friends, and Laura's brother and general small talk. We got to one of those long, uncomfortable pauses that people get when they run out of meaningful things to say when Georgia said that she heard that I had a movie that showed people "doing it". A little taken aback, I asked her where she had heard that. She said Laura's brother had told them about it one day when he was really high. My father had died a few years previously after a short illness. While helping my mom go through his stuff, I found a good quality 8 mm movie projector. There were two reels of movies, both cartoons. I remembered that when I was much younger, he used to show the cartoons to my friends and I at birthday parties. The next day, while going through a filing cabinet he kept in the garage, I found a larger reel of film. I unrolled the leader and saw that it was a pornographic film from the 1950s. Later, when I moved into my own place, I took the projector and film with me. I had showed the cartoons and the sex film during a party where most of us were pretty high on pot. With the "acid rock" of the time (the early 1970s) blaring on the stereo, the combination of the silent cartoons and porn was hilarious and certainly not erotic. I told the girls the story and then Laura said that she wanted to see it. I was not comfortable with that, but after they both said that they wanted to see it and they wouldn't be shocked or upset and most importantly, not tell people I showed it to them, I agreed. I brought the projector down, but found that there was not enough open wall space to act as a screen, so we went up to my bedroom. Besides the living room, my bedroom was the largest room in the townhouse. It was sparsely furnished with a dresser, a chair and a king-size bed. I set the projector up on the dresser and sat on the chair, letting the girls lay on the bed. As porn movies go, it was not very good, even for the 50's. The color had faded and the lighting and camera work were pretty amateurish. It featured a man and two women. In the film, the one of the women goes down on the man and then has sex with him. He then has sex with the other woman. The scenes didn't last very long and I would guess that the theme was that the women were not satisfied with the quick sex because they then had sex, first fingering each other and then moving into the classic 69 position. The whole thing lasted about 20 minutes. The way the chair was positioned, I could see the projected images and the two girls on the bed. Their reactions were pretty interesting to me. The seemed to pay attention when the man in the film took off his cloths and displayed a rather puny erection. They were giggling when the woman gave the guy a blow job and they seemed a little squeamish when the man pulled out of the women for the "money shot", cumming on their stomachs. When the two women started to have sex, they were quiet and seemed focused on the scene. When the film was over I put the projector away and the girls started talking. For being a fairly shy and average looking guy, I was pretty lucky with women and had established a reputation of sorts, or at least enough of one that Laura and Georgia knew about it. Laura asked what sex felt like for a guy and I answered that it felt different at different times and with different women. Then Georgia asked if the guy had cum on the women's stomach because he was practicing birth control. This made me laugh. I told her that was a fast way to get pregnant and that they did it in the film to prove that the 'actors' were not simulating sex. I can't remember all the details of the conversation that followed except that the questions seemed to stem from being curious. I asked if their parents had talked to them about sex and both said about the same thing; "Here's what to do when you get your period and don't have sex." Laura's family was Mormon and the parents very conservative. Their son's drug use was apparent to everyone but them - they just remained oblivious to what was happening with young people. I finally asked if they were contemplating becoming sexually active. Laura kind of giggled and said that they already were, in a way. My curiosity aroused, I asked what she meant. Laura looked at Georgia and then at me and said that she and Georgia "fooled around". "What do you mean by fooling around?" I asked. Georgia responded, "When we sleep over at each others house, sometimes we do the 'lesbian rub'." I had a fairly good idea of what she meant, but asked her to describe it, just in case. She said that they would lay on top of each other and rub themselves against each other's thighs. Sometimes, they would just grind against each other. By this time, my curiosity was not the only thing aroused. I went downstairs and got everyone more soft drinks and then went to the bathroom to pee. I was excited but also concerned. They were young, after all, and there were two of them. When I went back to the bedroom, I saw that they had turned on my stereo and were listening to David Bowie and they were also smoking my cigarettes. "I didn't know you smoked," I said. Laura smiled at me and said that there was a lot about them that I didn't know. They were both laying on their back, sideways to the mattress, with their feet on the floor and the ashtray between them. Laura asked me how I got my tan and explained about my job. I worked part-time at a local private park, doing landscaping. To avoid the extreme heat of the day, I started at work at about 5:30 am and finished at 1:00 p.m. so I could attend classes in the afternoon. This still meant hours in the hot Arizona sun, usually wearing nothing but cut-off jeans and workboots. My fair skin was deeply tanned and my hair was sun-bleached blond. This made my deep blue eyes (my best feature) stand out. The hard work also built muscle and tone. In short, I was what would now be called 'pretty buff'. I lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed between them. Laura asked me if I knew what 'french inhaling' was. I told her that I had heard that it was popular in high school. She took me cigarette and took a drag, then leaned over and seemed to kiss Georgia. When they broke the kiss, Georgia exhaled the smoke. Whatever reservation I had about the two girls melted right then. Georgia asked me if I wanted to try it and I said sure. She sat up, took a hit off the cigarette and covered my mouth with hers and then softly exhaled into my lungs. I exhaled the smoke through my nose and then brushed my tongue over her lips. She made a humming sound and then moved closer to me, so I started to explore her mouth with my tongue. She leaned back and I went down with her, lying on my side as she lay on her back. I had one arm under her neck and the other was stretched across her stomach, lightly caressing her side, just above the waistline of her jeans. We had still not come up for air since starting the kiss. Georgia's mouth was becoming hotter and wetter and her breathing was deeper and faster. I finally broke the kiss and then sat up. "Wow," I said. "I am not sure if we should be doing this." Georgia was a little flushed and I noticed that the underarms of her t-shirt were turning dark from sweat. Because she was nervous or excited or both I guessed. Laura, who had been watching us, sat up and put her arms around my neck and kissed me, her lips soft and slightly open. I opened my mouth and her tongue darted in and started to spar with mine. She seemed to have some experience in this area. She leaned back and I followed, this time laying with my right hip overlapping her left hip. I moved my right hand up and down her back. After a moment, Laura opened her legs and tried to straddle my thigh. Her hands were moving around my back and then she pushed my t-shirt up a little so that she was touching skin. She kept moving her hips to try to get into a good position to be able to rub against my thigh , but I wasn't really cooperating. I could feel her small breasts pressing into my chest. When she pushed her hips close to me, the bare skin on my legs could feel the heat radiating from the crotch of her jeans. The sensation of another kiss, this one on my neck, surprised me for a split-second. Then I remembered that Georgia was there too. I don't know if she and Laura had a signal or if it was just a sense of sharing, but Laura moved her mouth off mine and then Georgia's tongue was there. To comfortably kiss her, I had to roll over to my other side. Just as I rolled onto my back, Georgia lay down on me, with her legs open and the crotch of her jeans resting on my right thigh. As we got more into kissing her hips started to move, first very subtly. Without really thinking about it, I bunched her shirt up in back so that I was rubbing my fingertips over her very smooth skin. Georgia was not wearing a belt and my fingers could slip under the waistband of her jeans to where I could feel the thin elastic band of her panties. Georgia reacted to this by grinding herself on to me a little harder. I raised my right leg up, bending it at the knee so that the big muscle running down the front of my thigh was pressing right into the crotch of her jeans. Now Georgia was starting to make a little noise. My hands were roaming up and down her back, running over her bra straps and closures and back down to lightly trail my fingers over her butt. I felt her let go of me and then felt her arms raise up over us. I opened my eyes to see Laura, on her knees above us, pulling Georgia's shirt off. As the shirt came over her head, she moved her mouth into the crook of my neck. Her breathing was pretty fast and her hips seemed to move a little spasmodically. I grabbed her hips with both hands and guided her so that the friction between crotch and thigh was better. I felt hair on my face and looked up to see Laura leaning over and so we started to kiss. With Georgia seeming to be have set her own rhythm, I move my hands back, one to her lower back and the other up her side. That allowed me to stroke her breast with the back of my hand. I could feel the nipple, a small hard point under the thin padding of the bra cup. Laura moved back and reached between Georgia and I to pull up my t-shirt. My hands were in the way so I moved them to the sides until I had to reach over my head so she could slide the shirt off. When she was done, I pulled Georgia's face up to mine and started to kiss her again. I moved my hands down and cupped her ass, getting a little back-of-the-throat moan as a reward. I wanted to try to move her so that she could grind away on my cock, but we were in too awkward a position. Back when I was high school, a girlfriend of mine had a favorite pair of jeans with a button front. When we would make out, she used to grind herself against the bulge in my pants in such a way that one of the buttons pressed right onto her clitoris. She would cum very quietly, press a wad of tissue paper down my pants to the head of my cock and then, moving her hand back out of my pants, rub the palm of her hand rapidly over my hard-on until I came into the tissues. I once tried to put my hand in her pants and got a hard slap for the effort. At this point, I wouldn't have cared if one of them had been the underage daughter of the county sheriff. I was very turned on and just a little curious where this was going to end up. Georgia started to answer part of the question. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and took a deep breath through her nose. Her hips began to jerk and she began making moaning noises. I slipped my hands under the waistband of her jeans and into her panties, pushing down until the waistband trapped my wrists. I spread my fingers so that I was cupping the soft globes of her ass and used my hands to help push her hips onto my leg and also to stroke the cleft of her ass with my finger tips. I was able to push one hand a little further in and barely touch the bottom of her pussy and the tender perineum. As soon as I did that Georgia pulled her head up, eyes closed and mouth open, breathing deeply and making soft little sounds. Her face was flushed and sweaty and I watched as her breath caught and she froze for an instant and then this look of relaxation and peacefulness came over her. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her on her back, pushing her further up on the bed so that she could have a pillow under her. She was still breathing heavily and as I sat up after a few moments, I could see the flushing that had spread down her chest start to recede. The crotch of her jeans was damp, the material dark and the seam pressed in. I leaned over and kissed her gently and then got up to change the record and have a cigarette. Laura lay down next to Georgia and whispered in her ear and they both giggled a little. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----