Sandra aroused again; and a few minutes later, going through her third orgasm in a fairly short period of time. When it had passed, I rolled over onto my back; Robyn gave Sandra time to get her breath back by trying to do the same vacuum cleaning thing for me. I wasn't anywhere near able to have another erection so quickly, and Robyn finally had to satisfy herself with getting me squeaky clean – except for the traces of her saliva that she left behind. That done, she slid up to lay on the side of me that Sandra wasn't occupying.
We lay there like that for quite a while, the two of them laying on their sides, pressing against me. I had an arm around each of them, and they were holding hands with their arms on my chest, each with a leg draped across mine. I could feel their firm young breasts pressing into my side, and the silky feel of their downy bushes tickling my thighs. All in all, it was a most pleasant way for us to enjoy a short nap.
I don't know if it was Robyn or Sandra that woke first – only that when*I* woke up, I was on my side with the two of them were kissing and cuddling in front of me. When they saw that I was awake, they had the courtesy to blush, and apologize for waking me. I only smiled, and told them it was okay. They separated, and the three of us shared a round of kisses and little groping before Sandra suggested a group shower – an idea that Robyn and I quickly agreed to. We got up and headed in for a happy, slippery, fun cleanup that lasted almost exactly as long as the hot water. When we'd dried off, we actually decided to dress, a little at least, and headed into the living room.
They guided me to the couch, then headed into the kitchen. A few moments later, as Sandra brought out drinks for us, I heard the microwave come on. I looked at Sandra inquiringly, and she said 'pizza leftovers', letting me know that Robyn was heating up the pizza that we'd ordered earlier.
Sandra put the drinks down, then sat next to me. A couple minutes later Robyn appeared with the pizza, and the three of us finished it off. The rest of the evening, we sat around cuddling, and chatting about all manner of things. The subjects centered mostly around sex, though – boys, girls, relationships, and so on. Sandra had most of the questions, but Robyn had more than a few, too. I answered as best I could, giving them things to think about so they could make their own decisions. I also cautioned them that I was not the final authority on anything; that they should take the time to find answers from other sources, as well, so they would have a base of information to decide for themselves.
Eventually, the hour, and efforts of the day, took their toll, and we all headed off to bed – to sleep this time.
Part 7
I woke up the next morning to find my arm wrapped around one firm young female, my morning erection tucked neatly between her ass cheeks, while another similarly unclad female was pressed against my back. I carefully considered the size and feel of the breast in my hand with one of those poking my back and decided that it was Sandra in front of me, with Robyn completing the sandwich. Opening my eyes, I was pleased to see that I was right.
Moving carefully, so as not to disturb them, I eased my way out from between them so that I could relieve some considerable hydraulic pressure. That accomplished, I found my way to the kitchen where I started a pot of coffee. Then it was back to the bedroom to get my robe so that I could open the front door and retrieve my morning paper.
As I was reading the comics in the living room, I heard the noise of the coffee pot burbling as it finished creating it's life-giving nectar. I hadn't any more than stood up to go get a cup than Sandra wandered into the living room, saying, 'That smells good – it woke me up. Sit down, and I'll bring you some.'
Never one to refuse service from a naked, nubile young female, I readily agreed, taking a seat again. A minute later, Sandra came back in with two cups in her hand – handing one to me. I took a sip, and was pleased to discover that she'd apparently paid enough attention to know that I didn't bother with added ingredients. I looked over, and saw that she'd at least doctored her own with milk – I knew I didn't have any kind of creamer in the apartment. I raised an eyebrow, and she said 'I don't drink it very often, but this morning it just smelled SO good.'
I finished reading the comics, and when I showed them to her, she smiled and accepted them while I went on to read another section.
We'd each nearly finished our first cup when Robyn turned up – rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out, and yawning. She saw that we'd obviously been up for a while, and collected our cups before heading into the kitchen. A bit later, she brought them back out to us – with our thanks – before disappearing again, only to reappear with a cup of her own. I'd seen her drink coffee only a couple of times, and knew that she would have added plenty of both milk and sugar to it.
She quickly settled herself on the couch between Sandra and I, and picked up the TV remote. Turning the TV on, she soon found the morning news and entertainment program that she liked, careful to make sure she kept the volume down.
Having finished the paper, I handed it to Sandra so that she could read whatever she wanted of the rest of it, and sat back to watch the TV with Robyn. With a little more room next to me, she scooted over to lean against me. I put my hand on her thigh, and she hugged my arm as we watched the anchors discussing some minor event in one of the other staff members' life.
A few minutes later, Sandra finished the paper, and asked me what I did with it when I was done. I told her that I put it in a stack in the corner of the kitchen so that one of the local Boy Scout troops could come by and collect it at the end of the month. She went to put it away, taking hers and my coffee cups in the process – Robyn was still working on hers. When she came back, she handed me my cup and set hers on the arm of the couch before setting in on my other side, resting against me. The three of us sat there watching TV until the program ended, when Robyn got up to take the cups into the kitchen.
When she came back, she planted herself in my lap, facing Sandra, and asked, 'What's for breakfast?'
I teased her, asking, 'Did you say 'what' or 'who'?' – and making both of them laugh before Sandra offered, 'I hope it's not me. As much fun as that was last night, I'm a little sore this morning. I don't think I'm ready for any, uh, activities yet.'
Robyn grinned at her, and said, 'Yeah, I know how you feel – same thing happened to me. No, I want something to eat – you know, food?'
Sandra grinned back, and answered, 'I could stand something to eat, too – like maybe a whole cow, or something. Now that you mention it, I'm*starved*!'
Both of them looked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh before telling them 'I used to wonder how the two of you managed to stay so trim – then I found out, last night!'
Both laughed; then we started figuring out what we wanted for breakfast. Sandra let Robyn keep her seat, and went into the kitchen to see what I had to eat. She came back to report that I had enough stuff that she could make us a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and fried potatoes. That sounded pretty good to us, and Robyn got up to go help her fix it – Sandra insisted that I just sit back and relax; fixing me breakfast was a 'thank you for making me feel so good last night'. I knew that Robyn, at least, was good enough in the kitchen to handle simple things; I could only trust that Sandra was just as good, or at least willing to let Robyn take charge when necessary. A bit later, Sandra headed into the bedroom, coming back out with a robe on. Obviously, she'd rediscovered the hazards of cooking bacon while nude. A minute later, Robyn followed her example – more to 'fit in' with being semi-dressed than anything else, I figured.
After a few minutes, Robyn reappeared, and began setting up the small table I had in what I used for a dining area. Placemats, dishes, glasses, flatware, and all the rest of the works soon took their places. That accomplished, she headed back into the kitchen. A couple minutes more, and the two of them came out with breakfast on platters that they put on the table. I got up and headed over to sit down with them – there wasn't a doubt in my mind that if I delayed too much, they wouldn't hesitate to leave me only scraps.
We chatted a bit as we ate, with me finding out what their plans were for the day, and so on. I also let them know that I'd be busy on my work, but that it wasn't anything that couldn't be interrupted.
Fortunately, they'd made plenty of food, so all of us got our fill – but there wasn't a bit left when we were done, either.
