Part Two Two nights later, Andrea introduced me to Ginny.Part Two Two nights later, Andrea introduced me to Ginny. She was, as Andrea described, absolutely ravishing. We had a long, casual, stressless dinner and really hit it off. Through the dimsum and the egg drop soup and entree, I enjoyed catching Andrea's eye. She would lift an eyebrow, questioningly, nodding her head oh so subtly to Ginny. I nodded. She'll do. But things didn't quite work out as I had fantasized. Ginny much preferred Andrea to me. Opening our second bottle of Champagne, we all retired to Andrea's bedroom, Ginny and Andrea holding each other's hand, me following behind with the bottle and glasses like an annoyed waiter. Out of nothing more than Christian charity, I'm sure, they allowed me to watch them make love. Ginny, naked, laid on top, while Andrea, wearing her customary delicate lace garterbelt and ultrasheer stockings, had her legs wrapped around Ginny's legs and her arms wrapped around the redhead's back. And they kissed. Deeply. Tenderly. Passionately. Breast to beautiful breast, belly to belly, pussy to pussy, they made love slowly and exquisitely, unhurried by their rising passions, unmindful of my presence. Like a graceful cobra, Ginny's body undulated against Andrea's as they kissed, her rigid red nipples flicking across Andrea's, her thick, flaming red pubic carpet grinding in slow, deliberate circles against Andrea's downy pubes, her long, slender legs rubbing sensuously against Andrea's silky smooth stockings. Watching them melt together as one body, listening to their soft, sexy moans and urgent whimpers, inhaling the erotic aroma of their mingling juices, I suddenly realized just how presumptuous and incredibly egocentric I was even suggesting to Andrea that she may be jealous watching me make love to another woman. |