“Touche’,” I laugh. I fill a glass with ice and water, and deliver it, smelling of the cum smeared around my cunt lips and on my inner thighs, but otherwise perfectly fresh and presentable. As I hand her the glass, her eyes are staring, fascinated, directly at those smeared lips.
“One thing that might help you feel at ease, if you’re ok with it, is to get undressed. It takes some getting used to, but it does feel comfortable when you’re not the odd one.
“I’ll still be the odd one,” she smiles. Her voice is quavering a little. “But I see I’m with a couple of other odd ones too. I’m nervous, but yeah. This is too cool!” Her hands shake a little as she removes her delivery vest, the pulls her orange T-shirt over her head. She loosens her velcro-strapped sports bra, and places it with the other items on the arm of the chair. She leans forward and unties her sneakers, pulling them off casually. I note that she immediately removes her socks as well. Her bare feet are dainty but well shaped, her toes just slightly on the long side. Then she stands, revealing a pair of petite, but very perky breasts with short nubby nipples and brown areolas, small, and just slightly darker than the olive skin of her breasts.
She unsnaps her jeans, and pulls them down at the same time as her panties to mid thigh, sits back on the chair and then pulls her legs free one after the other. She sets the jeans aside and stands again, facing us, completely naked.
I’ve never labored under the misconception that the blush of youth guarantees flawless beauty. When I was her age (Dammit, there I go again – what am I, her granny???)… when I was her age, I was gangly and awkward, clumsy, weak, mousy, skin not that great, horny as hell, and with absolutely no prospects either romantically or professionally. On the other hand, I’m absolutely sure that Sonia was flawless as a newborn and never wavered from that point of perfection from then until now. Megan here evokes Sonia more than me. Her skin is unmarked by even the hint of blemish, a slightly paler bikini line across her clean-shaven pussy that almost disappears across her hips shows that she knows the Sun, but not quite completely, her posture is ramrod straight, her belly as taut as a drum head, and goddamn if she doesn’t have muscles that rival my own! And I’ve been working my ass off for mine!
“You’re an athlete.” I’m pointing out the obvious.
“I was on the swim team and track team in high school,” she offers. “I ran hurdles and threw javelin. I did gymnastics until junior high. I hope I can get on a team once I start college, but I’m probably too short.”
“Not for gymnastics,” I suggest helpfully.
She shakes her head. “I wasn’t that good. I had the strength, but not the coordination. I’m really not that good at any competitive sport, I’m just too small and clumsy. I’d like to make a team, though. I want the challenge even if I lose. If I could get a scholarship that would be even better.”
Taylor speaks up. “If you could choose any sport to compete in, what would it be?”
“I know it sounds strange coming from me, but I think I’d do best in either powerlifting or boxing or wrestling. I am strong for my size, and at least in those sports they have weight classes.”
“You look like you lift weights,” I nod. “It looks fantastic on you.”
“Thanks,” she shrugs. “I could tell you lift weights when I saw you last week. You look pretty amazing.”
“And thank you as well. Don’t leave out Taylor here, he’s worked hard for his runner’s physique!”
“I did notice that,” her voice begins to quaver again. “But I really noticed what he was either born with or had surgically enhanced. You can’t train that muscle!”
Taylor has been staring hard at Megan the whole time, sprawled facing her, legs apart, arms stretched across the couch. He’s trying to feign a casual posture, but he’s occasionally swallowing hard, and his sticky slathered cock has already started swelling and extending again. I can’t blame him. She’s been returning the look. I see a hint of moisture at the tips of her lovely inner petals.
“He’s all natural, I can guarantee that!” I assure her, reaching to his cock and giving it just the kind of caresses that I know will speed its rising along. “I’ve known Taylor for a year and a half now, and not only is he a fantastic lover who is an expert at pleasing a woman, he’s a fucking beautiful nice guy and a total gentleman.”
Taylor actually blushes. If raw exhibitionism doesn’t embarrass him, a well placed compliment will.
“I’ve just never seen anything like it,” Megan sighs, still staring mesmerized at Taylor’s now fully glorious manhood. “Shit, what am I saying? I’ve never done anything like this! It’s like I’ve gone to work and stepped right into a porn movie!”
“Hopefully one of the better ones,” I laugh. “Hey, you’re not doing anything wrong, we were just really awed by you last week when we met you, and we hoped we might get a chance to get to know you. From how you reacted, it felt like you’re actually one of us.”
“I don’t know what that means,” Megan finally tears her eyes away from Taylor’s cock and looks at me. “I like how bold you two are, and I wish I was that brave. But you can pull it off, because you’re both really beautiful and confident.”
“And you’re not beautiful?” Taylor interrupts. “Tethys here is amazing, like you say, and I know other women who are completely beautiful inside and out. But you don’t come in second to anybody, Megan, you really are a work of art. Tethys here is an artist, and she has an eye for beauty too. She knows it when she sees it, and you are it!”
Megan stands a little straighter in response, her nipples are jutting straight out at us, and I detect an actual liquid droplet taking shape on her slightly swollen labia. It’s going to drip onto the floor shortly.
“Can I look at you?” I ask. “Think like an artist’s model, and just let us take you in. I’d love to paint you.”
“Paint me, or paint a picture of me?” Megan arches an eyebrow and smiles.
“Both!” I giggle, and she obliges by lifting her arms and slowly pivoting in place. Definitely right up there with Sonia. Nothing about her is large. Her waist is tiny, her hips are narrow, and her breasts, while round and prominent, are definitely on the smaller end of the scale. I can tell that, like me, if she wasn’t working hard on building her muscles, she’d be scrawny and bony.
She finally relaxes a bit, and is comfortable enough to join us on the sofa, naked. Taylor is in hog heaven sitting between two beautifully naked women, both of them stroking, squeezing, pinching, and generally exploring his cock, his balls, and his whole body, while Megan opens up about her life story. It’s not a particularly pleasant one.
Raised by a single mother who gave birth far too young, and who works long hours at menial jobs, her childhood was spent as much on the streets as at home. She and her family had been marked by violence and tragedy. She wants out.
“It was a shock, and a goddam eye opener,” she shakes her head. Taylor’s erection is already fading. “I could see then that I had to get out of there. All the pimps, the drugs, the helpless people – everybody is self destructing. I could see all the things they were doing to themselves, and it was a real warning. That’s why I don’t do drugs or even smoke or drink now. And I don’t hang out with any gang-bangers. My Mom is busting her ass to help put me through school so I can get a good job and a good life, and when I do, I’m going to get her out of there and have her live with me someplace nice.”