by Eden Bradley
“What else?”
“Help Bobbi Jo learn the art of makeup.”
“Why?” Bobbi Jo glared at him. “I thought you didn’t want me to wear makeup.”
“I don’t want you to wear makeup like that first day you came to my house. You had so much on you could’ve been mistaken for a streetwalker.”
“I didn’t.”
“You sure as hell did.” He directed his attention back to Joy. “I want her sexy, classy like you.”
“It’s okay, girl,” Joy said, patting Bobbi Jo’s hand. “You’ll have fun learning. And you really do need someone experienced to help. Apparently no one has, to this point.”
Bobbi Jo shook her head. Jack watched her gaze drop from Joy’s eyes to her exposed breast. Bobbi Jo wet her lips.
“And,” he said, quickly heading off what might have been another delay. “I want you to help her trim her shaggy pussy.”
“What?” Bobbi Jo started to rise but quickly retook her seat. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”
Joy scooted across the few inches separating the two women and put an arm around her protégé’s shoulders. “It’s okay, Bobbi Jo. Remember how you admired my trimmed pussy?”
Bobbi Jo nodded.
“I can teach you how to keep yours as neat.” Joy licked her lips provocatively. “You have a fabulous pussy. I should know. Trimming it will only make it more attractive, and maybe easier to eat.”
“Oh.”
“Will you let me trim it for you?” Joy moved her mouth to with a few inches of Bobbi Jo’s. “Please.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you,” Joy murmured, slanting her lips across Bobbi Jo’s and slipping a hand into her robe to fondle a breast.
Trying to ignore the women, Jack reached for a sandwich. “This afternoon might be a good time for you to take care of some of those things. I have to work at the racetrack. My car isn’t going to get set up for Saturday night by itself.”
Joy waved at him as she lowered her head to suckle a breast. Bobbi Jo laced her fingers in Joy’s long hair and clutched her tight to her body.
Jack sipped his lemonade. Bobbi Jo chose that moment to open her eyes and wink at him. He coughed trying to get the drink to go down the right channel. Bobbi Jo blissfully closed her eyes. What was he creating with his student? How could she ever be satisfied with a staid banker?
He grinned as Joy lowered a hand under the table. He knew immediately when she’d found Bobbi Jo’s pussy. Bobbi Jo’s eyes sprang wide. She stuck her tongue out at him, then withdrew into her little erotic cocoon.
Jack chewed slowly, studying the waves of passion rolling across her face. She was close. Damn, she was responsive. He resisted unzipping his pants and joining them. This was too precious to interrupt.
Bobbi Jo’s fingernails dug into Joy’s robe as she neared her climax. Her body stiffened and her brow pinched. “Oh,” she murmured into Joy’s hair. “Enough.”
With grace, Joy raised her mouth to Bobbi Jo’s waiting lips and kissed her lightly. “You are a rare find, girl.”
Joy moved back to her chair. “Trust you enjoyed that?”
“I did,” Jack responded. “Though unfortunately, my view was partially blocked. But everything you were doing was reflected supremely on Bobbi Jo’s face. She is very expressive.”
“Very.”
“Only because you play me like a finely tuned musical instrument,” Bobbi Jo said, covering Joy’s hand with her own. She blushed and added, “So do you, Jack. I feel so cherished when either one of you makes love to me.”
“Think,” Joy prompted, “how cherished you’ll feel when we’re both making love to you.”
“Um.” Bobbi Jo gave Jack a curious pout. “When?”
“Not now,” he said, chuckling. “You’ll have to wait. I’ve got things to do, and so do you two.”
“What if we’re finished before you?” Joy asked. “What are the ground rules? Can I do her without you present?”
He grimaced. “Yeah. I don’t like missing out on anything, but it can’t be helped. And we don’t have a lot of time to put Bobbi Jo through her sexual finishing school. Have at each other as often as you want. I won’t mind.”
“Good,” both women responded in unison.
“But don’t wear her out.” Jack stood and walked around the table. He leaned over and kissed Bobbi Jo, then Joy. He worked a hand beneath each robe to caress a taut nipple and kissed the women again. His cock strained for release from its denim prison. “Damn,” he said, straightening and heading toward the doorway, “I may be back sooner than you think.”
~ * ~
Bouncing from foot to foot, Bobbi Jo dumped several shopping bags on Jack’s bed. “I can’t believe some of the stuff we bought.” She held up a skimpy pink item by a single strand.
“Go ahead,” Joy said, laughing. “Try it on. At times, I find a thong makes me feel sexier than being naked.”
“I thought Jack didn’t want me wearing underwear,” she protested, eyeing the object.
“He certainly didn’t want you wearing those white briefs I saw in the bathroom.”
“Do you wear underwear when you’re with Jack?”
“I seldom cross the threshold with my panties on if his car is home. But I don’t give up my bra, even for Jack. If you have twin monsters like these, you have to accept the need to wear a bra most of the time.”
“But I love your breasts.”
“Most people do. It would be easier if they were a little smaller, but I do get by with them. Now, get that thong on, girl. Let’s see how you look.”
Bobbi Jo drew her yellow smock over her head and bent to pick up the thong. It was only then that she realized she wasn’t blushing at all. How quickly she’d become comfortable with her nudity with Jack and Joy. Of course, their admiring eyes might have fueled her boldness.
She stepped into the tiny fabric and pulled it up to her crotch. “Goodness,” she whispered, as the thin cord settled in the crease of her butt.
“Nice. Not bad, huh? Turn around slowly.”
Stretching her arms wide, she rotated.
“Wait.”
She flinched when Joy pulled the thong tighter so it fit even more snugly. When she faced Joy again, the woman’s expression was ecstatic.
“Wow. You have a gorgeous ass anyway, but a thong draws the eye and makes the mouth water. That thong is screaming for tongue. But, unfortunately, we have too much to do before Jack gets home for you to find out how that skimpy material can accentuate the sensation of a tongue.”
Bobbi Jo wiggled her butt, trying to discover how Joy or anyone else could become comfortable wearing a thong. “How can you walk without risking an orgasm?”
“You get used to it—though risking an orgasm with every step sounds like a risk I’d gladly take.”
Bobbi Jo turned back to the bed. “I’d only seen pictures of garter belts until today.”
“You’ll look great in those. A garter belt will frame your pussy and ass quite artfully.”
“And what about the nearly transparent gowns? I noticed you bought one for yourself. What are they for?”
Joy’s lips parted in a knowing smile. “For a very momentous occasion.”
Bobbi Jo gulped. “Oh.” Why did she get anxious about the thought of losing her virginity? Maybe because that was about all she had left to lose.
Joy reached for her hands and squeezed them. “Maybe we should think about trimming your pussy.”
Trying not to clench her thighs, she nodded. “Will it hurt?”
“Not much. I’m pretty good at it. I picked up everything we’ll need while shopping. Why don’t you slip your cute thong off and sit on that hard-backed chair?”
The chair was too hard and too cold. She shivered.
Joy knelt before her, exuding confidence. Placing a hand on each of her thighs, Joy whispered, “Spread your legs for me. That’s good.”
Joy closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “This may be more
difficult for me than for you. I have to concentrate.”
Bobbi Jo’s eyebrows arched at the sight of the razor that had suddenly appeared in Joy’s hand. “Please do concentrate.”
“If you agree, we won’t try anything too fancy. I’ll shave these straggly hairs on your labia so they are bare, and then we’ll shorten and reduce the size of that unruly patch of hair covering your clit. A woman’s clitoris should be readily available and visible to her lover, don’t you think?
“I’ll leave you with about an inch-wide path from your clit to about your panty line, if you were to wear panties.” Joy leaned back and admired her work. “That’ll leave your luscious lips bare and your hooded gem shrouded in just a bit of mystery. I can hardly wait to dip into that mystery again.”
“Fine, but I don’t believe words like luscious lips and hooded gem help you concentrate.”
Joy chuckled. “You may be right. First, I’ll lather you pretty good.”
Bobbi Jo clenched her teeth trying not to feel anything sexual as Joy worked the lather over her pussy.
“Now, don’t move. Try not to twitch.”
Bobbi Jo stiffened as the razor scraped against skin that had never felt such a thing.
“You’re doing fine, girl. Keep your eyes closed. This is no worse than visiting a dentist.”
“I hate going to the dentist.”
Joy never halted the razor. “Think of something you enjoy, then.”
“Okay.” Her mind went blank. Think. She liked art museums. She liked Jack’s smile when he admired her, and Joy’s, too. Would they really appreciate her new look?
Joy leaned back on her heels. “Gorgeous. I hope you like it. Come with me and I’ll introduce you to your stylish pussy.”
Bobbi Jo grabbed Joy’s hand and let herself be pulled to her feet. She wiggled. It didn’t feel very different. There was some tingling in certain places, but nothing she couldn’t tolerate. She followed Joy’s lead until they stood in front of the full length mirror. “Oh, my God.” She covered her mouth but couldn’t smother a giggle. “That’s me?” She pointed at her reflection. “Mine is as pretty as yours. You’re an artist.”
She fluffed up the remaining hair and wished Jack could see her. It was a sexy trim. Jack would love it. Would Nelson? Her eyes clouded. Why did she have to think of him now?
He hadn’t crossed her mind since she’d been with Joy—not that that was a long time ago. It seemed much longer than mere hours. Nelson wouldn’t approve of Joy. She’d better get her fill of Joy before walking down the aisle.
Bobbi Jo scowled at her reflection. She’d better get her fill of Jack, too. Nelson wouldn’t like the idea of her coming back for refresher courses.
“I thought you liked it,” Joy said, frowning at her in the mirror. “But you look so melancholy. Like you’ve lost your best friend.”
She shook her head. Was Joy also a mind reader? “It’s nothing,” she lied. “And I love the trim, you know I do. When will I be able to use it?”
Laughing, Joy said, “Only you can answer that question. Maybe by this evening. You don’t look raw at all. Prickly, maybe. Certainly by tomorrow morning.”
“Not until then?” Was that her in the mirror pouting like a teenager?
“You’ll be able to touch yourself before Jack or I can, simply because you can feel what’s pleasurable and what’s too painful.”
“Oh—well, that’s better.”
“You really are getting into this, aren’t you?”
She smiled broadly. “I believe I am. That was delicious, what you did to me at the kitchen table. I thought Jack was going to come just watching.”
“It probably wouldn’t have taken much to bring him off.”
“I owe you one,” she whispered, parting Joy’s robe.
“I wasn’t keeping track. But what the hell.” Joy pushed gently downward on her shoulders. “If you want to do me, I won’t hold you back.”
“Good,” Bobbi Jo murmured, sliding down Joy’s body until she knelt before her. She had no difficulty finding the object of her search and easily inserting two fingers.
“Very nice, but you can do more than two.” Joy reached for the wall for support and hoisted a leg over Bobbi Jo’s shoulder.
Bobbi Jo eased two more fingers in.
“Now we’re cooking. This is no time for finesse, girl. Grab my ass and shove those fingers in and out hard and fast.” Joy tossed her head back. “Yes. Sweet. Thank God, you learn quick. Lick my clit. Better yet, bite it. Jesus. I’m over the top. Brace yourself, here I come.”
Bobbi Jo leaned back to watch her fingers finish their mission. She laughed when Joy wailed for more. Then when Joy’s flow came, Bobbi Jo closed her eyes and lapped greedily.
Would a week of this be enough to last a lifetime?
~ * ~
SIX
Standing back to admire his race car’s wax job, Jack nodded with satisfaction. He didn’t want to overlook anything if the Gearing boys were going to come by to see him race. There was many a race he entered with the dust and grime from the last race sticking to the car’s surface. But not this one. Saturday night, day after tomorrow, might be his big break.
Before that, however, was Friday night—the big night for Bobbi Jo. She didn’t know it yet, but that was to be her coming out party. He pulled a cover over his number nine car. He hoped it hadn’t been a bad idea to share her with Joy. He and Joy hooked up frequently enough—though they’d agreed not to consider themselves exclusive. That would be too restrictive for either of them. That was one of the many things he liked about Joy Dixon—she never balked at trying another conquest.
Evidently, Bobbi Jo had readily succumbed to Joy’s wiles. The redhead could be quite persuasive. He’d figured Bobbi Jo should experience a woman if she wanted as thorough an education in lovemaking as she claimed she did. The Beasley twins would’ve been more than willing to break Bobbi Jo in, but that seemed too much, even to him.
Having Joy in charge of that task seemed fitting and somehow symmetrical. He still had fond memories of his graduation night. Joy had been waiting for him in her car when he’d struggled home from a full night of partying. They’d gone to her house. He hadn’t left for two more days—though his uncle never seemed to notice his absence. Yeah, if there was a woman with sufficient compassion and zeal to coax Bobbi Jo out of her safety zone, it was Joy Dixon.
Jack stroked his chin. It was about time to head home and find out what the women had been up to all afternoon. They’d probably bought out a store or two. He hoped they’d gotten around to trimming Bobbi Jo’s pussy. Knowing Joy as he did, she’d no doubt finagled some sort of payback for that show she’d orchestrated at the kitchen table.
Damn, he wished he’d had a camera to record Bobbi Jo’s glorious expression when she came. On second thought, maybe he didn’t need a picture. She’d seared her carnal delight on his brain. He doubted he’d ever witness a moment of purer ecstasy.
Whoever said pleasure is a gift of the goddess must have watched a woman loving a woman.
~ * ~
“It looks splendid! How does it feel?” Jack’s voice was ripe with hunger.
His intensity electrified Bobbi Jo, but she couldn’t hold back a wince when he reached out to touch her new trim. He stopped immediately. She stuck her tongue out at the erection peeking through the folds of his robe. “Sorry. We’re not accepting visitors yet. I’m glad you like it. I like it a lot.” She placed a foot on the chair next to the bed to give him a better view. “It’s prickly in several places, particularly here at the bottom.”
His eyes followed her hand. “So you’re out of commission for the evening?”
“Definitely my pussy is,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I told her she could probably play with herself, because she’ll know what is sensitive and what isn’t, while we won’t,” Joy said. “Of course, that still leaves a lot for us to do in the way of educating her.”
Bobbi Jo inhaled shar
ply when Joy leisurely slipped off her robe. “My pussy isn’t out of commission,” she said, brushing her palm across her mound.
“I can see that,” Jack responded.
“And my mouth and ass are quite fine, too.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my mouth or ass,” Bobbi Jo piped. Jack glanced quickly at her. Where had those words come from? Could she take them back?
“Later,” Jack said, looking amused. “Tonight you will learn the titillating role of voyeur. I doubt you’ve ever watched a man and woman make love.”
She shook her head.
“If you must, you may play with yourself, but I want you paying close attention to what Joy and I are doing. The number of positions for a man and a woman are probably infinite; we’ll only be able to demonstrate a few.” He smiled. “You’ve already learned a lot about preliminaries. We won’t spend much time reviewing those.”
An hour or so later, Bobbi Jo sat spellbound on the edge of a winged chair. Many of the pictures she’d tried to memorize in the books she’d been reading had been brought to life. It was as if Joy and Jack brought still-life art into motion. She was enthralled. They’d demonstrated positions with Jack on top and then with Joy on top. There had been some delicious looking side-by-side positions.
Joy had provided most of the commentary with Jack adding an observation here and there from a man’s point of view. She’d given up counting the number of times Joy had come. The woman came often and noisily. Fortunately, Jack didn’t live in an apartment.
Bobbi Jo’s nipples ached from their prolonged state of arousal. She twisted and pinched them until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She’d used a small vibrator to tease herself and she’d carefully massaged her pussy several times. It felt strange to have a fraction of the hair down there she’d become so familiar with. But the smaller tuft of hair did feel sexier. She didn’t know if it was the physical difference or the lustful glances Jack and Joy threw her way.
They moved around on the bed, switching positions again. Jack’s cock jutted out full and long. She marveled at his ability to hold himself in check. His body perspired profusely. Sex did provide a healthy workout, at least the way Joy and Jack were going about it. How long could they maintain this steady, nonstop pace?