Part XVIII: Return

Holly was coming back on the same airline that I did, her flight was getting in at eleven a.m.. I wondered if she would have the same sort of flight that I had. I sat at the airport, in a lounge, reading a magazine. Her flight was running a little bit late, so I read up on the latest motor trend. The plane pulled up to the terminal. I watched as the passengers came off the plane. I spotted Holly as she came into the terminal. “Hi babe” I said, hugging her. This was by far the longest we had been apart in the year that we had known each other. “Hey stranger” she said. “How was your flight?” I asked. “Boring” she said. “That’s interesting” I said. “What?” Holly asked, as we walked to pick up her luggage. “Well, on my flight…” I told Holly the story of my trip home.

“Where are we going?” Holly asked in the car. “Oh I didn’t tell you?” I said. “Tell me what?” she asked, knowing that I knew that I hadn’t told her. “Oh I rented a new place.” I said. “Where is it?” she asked. “It’s on Jefferson” I said. “Jefferson” she asked excitedly. “Yeah” I said, calmly. “Those are nice apartments” she said. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

I pulled into the driveway of the complex. “Is that Stephanie’s car?” Holly asked. “I don’t know…” I said. We got out of the car, walked to the trunk and got her luggage. I handed her my keys as I carried the bulk of the load, she lead the way. “Which one is it?” she asked, obviously excited. “17” I said. We stood in front of the door, her bags in my arms. “Are you going to open it?” I asked her. She fumbled around with keys until she got it right, opening the door. Holly gasped. “Oh my god, look at this place” she said, beaming. I walked in behind her, she was in shock. I led the way to our bedroom, dropping her bags on the floor at the foot of our bed. “Oh my” she said covering her mouth with her hands, so excited. “Is that our bed?” she asked. “Yep that would be ours” I said. She looked in the bathroom and the closet. “This is amazing” Holly said. “Your still not fully understanding” I said, trying to tell her some other facts. She walked out into the living room, and to the kitchen. I slowly walked out of the bedroom, and leaned against the doorframe. “What’s this?” she asked. “Guest bedroom” I said. “We have a guest bedroom?” she said in awe. She opened the door and walked in. Her awe was about to turn into absolute shock. I stood there waiting for it. She finally made it to the other side of the apartment. “Where does this door go?” she asked. She was referring to the door to Stephanie’s room. I didn’t say anything. Holly opened the door. “OH MY GOD” she screamed, in a feminine excitement reminiscent of another kind of excitement. She ran into the room, I had to walk across the living room to see. I knew Stephanie was home, I didn’t know if Sandy was. I walked through the door, and was surprised myself. Stephanie and Sandy were locked in a naked sixty nine on Stephanie’s bed. Holly was standing beside the bed, face red, almost laughing, just so happy. Stephanie had rolled off of Sandy, and then made the introductions between Holly and Sandy. Holly laughed at the name Sandy too. “I told you didn’t I” I said to Stephanie, she just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Holly and I sat on the black couch, which came from our apartment. She had her head on my shoulder, our hands in each others on our laps. We just sat there, happy to be with each other, and in our silence we could faintly hear the moaning in the next room. “I love you Holly” I said softly. Her hands gripped mine a little tighter, giving me her response. “I’m happy for steph” I said. “Yeah, that’s great for her.” Holly said. “How was Lindsey?” I asked. “She’s great” Holly said. “I felt something with her, It’s like she was my sister and best friend” she said. “Do you love her?” I asked her, the big question. “I love her like my sister” Holly said. Good news there, because if Holly loved her that meant that her and I could be in jeopardy. “hmm, you know how old Sandra Dee in there is?” I asked Holly, head still on my shoulder. “I don’t know” she said. “Twenty one” I said. “Oh so now we have liquor I presume” Holly said. “You think just like I do” I said.

Neither of us were big fans of beer. Beer is like dirt water, you drink it to get drunk. We both drank wine on occasion, and now we had two boxes of wine in our new fridge. Actually the fridge wasn’t new it came with the place, just new to us. I found the plastic wine glasses in the cupboard, and handed one to Holly. She filled up her glass from the dispenser in the fridge, and I followed suit. We both went and sat back down on the couch, glasses in hand. “I don’t think we need to worry too much about money anymore” I said. I was elaborating when Stephanie and Sandy walked out of Stephanie’s room, still naked. Sandy and her huge tits, with large dark brown nipples, on her tanned body, and shoulder brown black hair, Stephanie and her short blondish brownish hair, small tits, nice legs. They sat together on the couch adjacent to ours. “You guys want some wine?” I asked. I got a yes and a yes so I went to the kitchen to fetch two new plastic glasses and some more wine.

I returned to the living room to see Holly stripping in front of the two naked girls on the couch. I stood behind the couch watching her, as she provocatively moved her hips back and forth, hands on her beautiful ass, tugging at her jeans, her round tits already hanging out of her bra. It was like slow motion for me, watching her, she was so happy. I handed the girls their glasses of wine. Stephanie was clapping in a rhythm to help Holly in her striptease. I sat down, picking up my glass. “Enjoying the show?” Stephanie asked me. I just nodded mildly. Soon enough Holly was standing in front of us naked. She was playing with her nipples. “You should play with these” Stephanie said, while playing with Sandy’s large nipples. Holly leaned over and kissed Sandy’s nipple, as Stephanie was playing with the other. I just stopped and imagined the things that would happen in this apartment in the next year or so. Holly still bent over sucking on a nipple, Steph and Sandy started making out. It wasn’t long before the three of them were mixing together into a heap of beautiful flesh on the couch. I sat there drinking my wine, and enjoying the show.

Sandy was laying on her back on the floor, with her legs completely split, and in the air, her legs making a V in the middle of my/our living room. Holly and Stephanie were sitting on the floor; faces perched over Sandy’s cleanly shaven pussy. They took turns lapping up and down on her wet slit. I watched them as they were taking turns, and giggling at each other. Sandy was breathing heavily, and sweating noticeably, playing with her ample tits. I walked into our bedroom, probably without anyone noticing that I left. I returned with the strap on that I had bought previously. I stood over the three of them, and locked eyes with Holly as she looked up at me, smiling, I waited for Stephanie to look up. When she did, I tossed her the strapon. Her eyes lit up. Sandy had her eyes closed and missed the little exchange. Stephanie sat up and started to put on the strap on, Holly stood up and reached her arms around me, and mine around her. We sat down on the couch, she was naked, and I was still clothed. I sat with her on my lap, resting back on the couch, watching as Stepanie prepared to fuck Sandy. We watched as Stephanie penetrated Sandy, missionary position. Stephanie was fucking her into the ground, grinding their hips together. The grunting and moaning was increasing, they both played with each other’s tits. Sandy’s were almost rolling around on her chest, so large they became mounds of flesh when she was on her back.

Holly stood up, and turned around, sitting back down on my lap, but facing me. Her knees on the couch cushion, on either side of my thighs. Holly rested her chest on mine, and our faces right together. The sounds of sex seemed to disappear, not because the sex had stopped. “I love you John” Holly said. I kissed her deeply, my arms around her naked back, her arms on the top of the couch. We stayed like this kissing for what seemed to go on forever, and I wish it could have gone on forever. She finally pulled her lips away from mine, opening her eyes.