When a minute or so went by that she didn't have some kind of orgasmic aftershock, she opened her eyes and absently said "Damn, that was good!" Then she seemed to suddenly realize that I was there, and she kind of blushed a little before she told me "Thank you. That was really nice!"
I gave her a grin and answered "I thought so, too", making her smile at me.
A few seconds later, she got off of me, and I realized just HOW tight she was when she didn't have to do anything to keep my cum from running out of her. Even if she was clamping down on purpose, it still impressed the hell out of me.
She took a step back from the chair I was on and gestured that I should stand up. I did, and she reached out to unbutton, and then remove, my shirt before setting it over where she'd put my pants. That left me as naked as she was, though not as nice looking.
Denise turned to Edith and asked "Why don't you show him what you've got for him, when you feel up to it?"
Edith gives me a smile of her own as she stands up. When she's ready, she unties the belt to the robe and gives her shoulders a little shrug to make it fall to the floor.
I said that Edith was a looker, right? Well, she's got rich, black hair that only goes down to her shoulders, and it's in some simple style that just looks right – it accents the slightly oval shape of her face, with it's clear complexion; dark brown eyes; fine, straight nose; and slightly full lips. What I get to see for the first time is what the rest of her looks like.
IF Edith's tits are bigger than Denise's, it isn't by much – but on her more slender frame, they look bigger. They're more rounded, too, and she's got small, dark nipples that are already sticking out a full quarter of an inch – and I can see them starting to get longer, even as I watch. Edith is just as fit and trim as Denise, and the curve of her waist and hips is a little softer. Her legs look incredibly long and slender, shaped by a series of gentle curves that softly flow upward from her ankles. Between her smooth, visibly firm thighs is a narrow wedge of luxurious dark, short hair that makes it easy to see the shape of her mound – and the hood of her clitoris peeking out above the slight gap where the very edges of her pussy lips are visible. She has a tawny complexion that makes me think of brown sugar, and there isn't a damn thing to mar her flawless, velvety skin.
She gives me this absolutely radiant smile and says "How about if we find someplace where all three of us can be comfortable?" before she turns and starts walking back toward her bedroom. Her ass is a pair of small, obviously tight globes that don't jiggle in the slightest; the only change in them is from her ass muscles clenching and unclenching as she walks. She's amazingly graceful as she moves; fashion models could take lessons from her, it's so nice to watch. Next to me, Denise says "She's incredible to watch, isn't she? It's like watching a cat move…"
A moment later, Denise takes my hand and leads the way back to Edith's bedroom – giving me the chance to enjoy watching her ass, too.
Once we're in the bedroom, I see that Edith has already pulled the bed covers down. All three of us find a spot to sit – me and Edith at the head of the bed, resting against the headboard, and Denise sitting more in the middle of the bed, facing us.
Edith starts things off by telling me "You're probably wondering just what's going on here – why two women would be so willing to not just get naked with you, but take you to bed, too."
"Well, yeah… I mean, it's not like I think I look like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise or anything."
Both of them smile before Edith answers "No, you don't look like either of them – but you're handsome enough in your own way. What settled the matter for us was the fact that you were so willing to help me when I needed it, and you haven't been beating your chest about doing it, or hitting me up for any kind of reward. You see, even though both of us are bisexual, we actually prefer women for the simple reason that most men are just too damn forceful for us. Nearly all the guys we meet, they just want to fuck us. Not have sex with us, or actually do anything like making love; just fucking us, them doing something TO us. Neither one of us likes that, so we generally don't get involved with guys much. But you seemed different. Not only did you help me when I needed it, but I could see that you were making a point about letting me know what you were doing to help me, and why. Then after you got me up here, you haven't stared, you haven't tried to hit me up for anything, not even for any kind of financial reward – even after you saw that I'm not poor by any stretch of the imagination. Because of what happened to me, Denise was the one to find out if you were as… I'll say 'considerate'… as you seemed. When she came over to you, you didn't just grab her breasts like so many guys would have; and even when she put your hand on one to let you know it was okay to touch her, you were still patient and gentle with her – I mean, I could see it even from where I was sitting. You gave her plenty of time and chances to stop you before you did anything new or different with her. You let her set the pace, and you were careful not to do anything that would hurt her or make her uncomfortable. And I could see that you were trying to make her feel good, too, even when she was trying to get you off. Believe me, it worked, too: it's been a long time since I've seen her cum like that with anyone but me or another woman. Before I came out here, we decided that if you were the kind of guy we both thought you were, both of us wanted to show you how grateful we are for what you did, in a way that would be as special as you are. I'm sure that the money you get from us will make a good reward – but we thought you deserve something more, too; something Personal."
Denise spoke up then, telling me "Just so you know, both of us are on birth control; even though we're not likely to get pregnant from being with another woman, it helps keep our periods regular, so it's a matter of convenience for us. From the things you've said to her, neither one of us thinks that you're likely to have anything… contagious. If you do, this would be a good time to let us know; I'm a nurse, and I'll be more than happy to take care of things for you, unofficially, so there aren't any records of it."
I didn't accept any of the freebies that the hookers I knew offered me, and the occasional girlfriends I had were appreciative that I was willing to pay for both of us to get checked out at the clinic so we could each see that the other was 'safe'. So I just smiled at her and shook my head before saying "That's not a problem. I'm kind of paranoid about catching something that'll make it shrivel up and fall off; it's kind of grown on me, and I like getting the chance to use it every now and then." – making both of them laugh softly, and smile back at me.
Edith told me "After what happened tonight, I think that both of us can trust you not to talk to anyone about what happens here, or anything you happen to learn about either one of us. We're trusting that what happens between all of us tonight will stay here, in this room, when we're done."
The look I gave them to let them know Denise hadn't had to say what she did on MY account seemed to reassure, rather than offend, them.
The next thing anybody said was Edith telling me "You've already gotten to get familiar with Denise's body, so while I'm cleaning your cum out of her, you're more than welcome to get familiar with mine", with a smile that let me know that she found the idea as appealing as I did.
I'd never seen one woman eating another's pussy before – not in real life, I mean. Sure, I'd seen it on the occasional porno movie I watched, but actually being there and getting to watch as Edith moved toward Denise was something new for me. The first thing Edith did was kiss Denise – and I could tell that it wasn't just a "Hi, friend" kind of kiss, either. It wasn't a minute before both of them had their mouths open, and were trying to check each other's tonsils out as much as Denise and I had. I watched as both sets of breasts got visibly tighter, and two pairs of nipples began to stand at attention. Edith was the first one of them to bring a hand up and cup the other's breast; but Denise wasn't far behind. I could easily tell that although their kisses were deep and increasingly passionate, they were also gentle and loving. I'm normally not a real aggressive kind of guy, anyway, but seeing them made me tell myself to make sure and take it easy with them.