Dorsai

Taxi

1

Judd Hirsch had it right.

In the first episode of the TV series "Taxi", he said that he was a cab driver. Everybody else in the shop was something else – boxer, actor, artist, something. Me, I'm a cab driver.

I was in my Junior year of college and studying for Finals. I was trying to bone up for an advanced Philosophy class, which was my Major, and suddenly realized that the book I was reading was utter, total, complete bullshit.

Once I understood that, I thought about the other Philosophy books I'd read – and knew that once I'd gotten past the true classics such as Socrates, Plato, des Carte, Kant, Kirkegaard, and even Ayn Rand, the rest of it was so much people blowing smoke; either to try and justify their salaries, or believing their own publicity.

When I understood that "modern" philosophy deserved the low opinion most people have of the subject, I packed up the little bit of stuff I had at school and dropped out. I simply couldn't see any point to busting my butt to get a degree in something that had come to have virtually nothing to do with the reality that most people live.

The thing was, I still had an interest – a passion, even – in philosophy; just not the modern crap they were trying to teach me in college. So I thought about all the different jobs that I could get that would let me meet a wide variety of different people from a wide variety of different lifestyles, occupations, races, religions, and so on. I considered a lot of different jobs: cop, barber, bartender, and so on, but I finally settled on being a cab driver.

Starting out, I was "the New Guy", of course. I got the crappy cabs, the crappy hours, the crappy fares: I've made my share of runs to get a bleeding gunshot or knifing victim from some dive of a bar to the hospital. Sometimes I got them there in time; other times, not. Either way, I caught shit from the other drivers when I was cleaning out the back of the cab back in the shop. I admit, it was one hell of a change from the upper-middle-class life I'd grown up in. But I was actually learning something about Real Life along the way, so I stuck it out. It took only a few years before I was one of the 'old-timers' in the company, and with the increase in status came better cabs, hours, and fares. It even got to the point where I was able to lease my rig, and pretty much set my own hours; and I'd developed something of a 'regular clientele' that would ask for me by name. Other times, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time to basically just fall into some pretty unique situations.

I've been at this job for a long time, now, and I'd like to pass along some of the experiences I've had along the way. Not so much to 'brag', but to let people know what can happen if you're willing to be 'open' to new experiences – and maybe teach folks some of what I've learned about Life, the Universe, and Everything as Douglas Adams put it.

It was a Tuesday night and getting toward the end of my shift, and I got a call from central that one of my regular fares, a lady by the name of Edith, had called for me. I'd gotten to know her a little bit, and knew that it was the right time of the year for her to be working late on some quarterly report she had to do; when I'd dropped off my previous fare, I'd found a spot not far from the office building she worked, so that I'd be handy if she needed a ride home; if she didn't the spot I was in was pretty good for picking up another fare, so I had my bases covered.

I ten-foured the dispatch, and made my way to where I knew she'd be waiting for me – only to be surprised to see her waiting with a guy. Not that it was any of my business, of course, but I'd never heard her talk about boyfriends or going out with guys or anything like that. So, like I said, I was surprised. I get parked, and the guy has to help her out to my cab; I see them coming, and I get out and open the door for them. He gets her in the back seat, I close the door, and get back behind the wheel. The guy asks "You know where she lives, right?"

I tell him I do, and he says "Let's get going then. I've got a big night ahead of me."

Hearing that, my ears perk up, you know? I mean, I know her to some extent, and she doesn't seem like the kind of woman to just jump in the sack with any old guy.

I start checking them out in the back seat, and I can see that Edith is kind of 'out of it'. She isn't passed out or anything, but she's definitely not as chipper as she usually is, either. While I'm driving, I keep looking back, and I finally see him reach over and start playing with her tits through her blouse. I see that, and I know things aren't right. She's a real classy lady – always dressed nice, polite, sociable, the whole thing; so I'm thinking that she isn't some bimbo that lets guys just start grabbing her tits in the back of a cab.

So to try and find out what's going on, I ask the guy "She doesn't look too good. Is she going to be okay?"

The guy tells me to just shut up and drive, and I told him "Look, mister, she's a regular fare, and she always tips me good. I just don't want her to think that I did anything but drive tonight, okay?"

He gives me some kind of look and answers "Don't worry about it. We had a few drinks at a little party we had after we finished a report we were working on, and she invited me back to her place. Maybe she just had one too many, okay? I think she'll be okay in an hour or so."

I tell him "Sure, okay, I can understand that." – except that I'm thinking that she doesn't look drunk to me, not even a little bit. I mean, I've taken her home after some of the after work dinner-and-drinks things she's been on, and she told me one time that she never has more than two drinks – ever. And God knows, I've seen enough people that have had too much liquor in them, and she just doesn't look right.

I take another look in the mirror, and I see that he's got a hand up her skirt while he's trying to lick her tonsils. And she's hardly moving, and not SAYING anything. I'm starting to think that maybe he doctored her drink; nothing like Rohypnol or anything like that: she isn't completely out of it like that crap does to a person. We stop at a light, and I can finally see her eyes: it's like she's begging me to help her; I mean, I can SEE that she knows what's going on, but just can't do or say anything for herself.

That's it. That's all I need before I pull over and tell the guy "Look, mister – I told you, she's a regular fare, and I don't think she looks right. I think maybe you need to get out so I can get her home safe."

He starts bitching and fussing, and I finally tell him "Look, either you get out now, or I hit the panic switch I've got up here, and you can explain to the cops what's wrong with her, and why you're going home with her. If you ain't outta my cab in five seconds, I'm hitting the switch."

He gets real pale, which tells me that I'm probably right: he's drugged her, and still has the stuff on him – and it's probably something the cops would recognize if they found it on him. He opens the door and gets out before the five seconds are up. I've got no panic switch, but he doesn't know that. He's real pissed off when he wants to know how he's supposed to get another cab. I tell him "Turn right at the next light, and down a couple blocks as you'll be at the Kings Arms Hotel; they've always got a couple cabs waiting there."

He slams the door, and starts walking; I don't mind the noise or the names he's calling me – I just pull out and take Edith the rest of the way home.

When I pull up in front of her apartment building, I call in the end of the fare, and tell them I'm going off shift. When I get the OK, I shut the engine off and get out. I open the back door, and I can see that Edith is in worse shape than I thought – but her eyes are still alert, and she's watching me. I ask if it's okay if I look in her purse for her keys, and figure her eyes are telling me to go ahead. I find them easy enough, but there's nothing on them to tell me what apartment she's in. Nice and safe and sensible – and no help at all in the current situation. After telling her what I'm doing, it's back into her purse for her billfold so I can check it; her driver's license tells me what apartment. I make sure she can see me putting everything back, then I wrap the strap to her purse around the back of my belt a couple of times to keep my hands free. I tell her I'm going to have to get her out of the cab, and ask her to understand that I'm not trying to get fresh. Again, her eyes tell me it's okay, so I reach in and finally manage to get her out and more-or-less vertical.

I put one of her arms around my shoulders so I can hold one hand while my arm is around her waist. She's only a couple of inches shorter than me, and packaged pretty nice, so it's a little bit of a struggle getting her inside and into the elevator. I can prop both of us against the wall on the way up, and it isn't a very long haul from the elevator to her apartment.

I'm trying to hold Edith up and get her apartment unlocked – and not doing a very good job at either – when the door across from Edith's opens up and a woman comes out. She asks me what's going on, and I tell her who I am, and what happened. She immediately gets worried, and tells me "I'm Edith's best friend. Here, let me help."

She takes the keys away from me, and it isn't three seconds before the door is open. She leads the way back to the bedroom, and we manage to get Edith laid down on the bed. The woman looks at me and says "I remember who you are. Edith told me how you're the cabbie she calls whenever she has to work late. Do you have to be anyplace?"

I tell her I'm done for the night, and she says "Good. Go on and wait in the living room, would you? I'm going to get her undressed and make sure she's okay. Go ahead and make yourself something to drink, if you want. I'll be right there."

I tell her sure, and clear out – Edith is a looker, but I don't think she wants me looking at her too much, you know?

Back out in the living room, I get the chance to notice that it's a real nice place before I find the liquor cabinet. She's got my brand of rum, and mixers in a mini-fridge, so I make myself a rum and Coke. I'm quarter of the way through my drink and looking out the glass patio doors at the city when the friend comes in a while later.

She gives me a look and says "Thanks for bringing her home the way you did. I'll be right back." before she goes back to her place. She's back in a minute with a stethoscope and a couple of other things; she tells me "I'm a nurse, and I'm going to check her out. Please, stay, and make yourself another drink if you want."

Since the only one I've got at home is my cat Demosthenes, I'm not in any pressing hurry to leave. I've got time to finish my drink, and make another one before the woman comes out again. The stethoscope is hanging around her neck, and she's wrapping up some doctor-looking stuff when she tells me "She was definitely drugged. She's starting to come out of it, and she asked me to ask you to stay, if you will. Judging from what she was able to tell me when it started, and how she felt then and now, I'd say she's probably going to be pretty close to back to normal in an hour, or so. I'm Denise, by the way."

"Nice to meet you – except for the circumstances. I'm Jim.", I tell her.

She gives me a half smile and says "I think the circumstances are perfect. Edith has told me that you're the one cab driver she trusts when she has to work late, and you've shown she was right to. Let me put this stuff away, and I'll be right back."

She's gone just a couple of minutes, and when she gets back, she heads straight in to check on Edith. When she comes back out a bit later, she says "She's definitely coming out of it. She'll be out in a couple of minutes, so if you'd like to have a seat?"

I find myself a chair, and Denise takes a spot at one end of the couch. We make a little chit-chat, and a bit later Edith comes in. She isn't real steady, but she's moving under her own power, which is definitely a step up from when I saw her last. She's wearing this huge terry cloth bathrobe that looks like it sells for more than I make in tips in a week. Definitely not something you'd find in a suburban mall department store. Edith waves me and Denise both off when we start to get up to help her; her voice is pretty soft when she tells us she's okay. She really doesn't look all that okay, but she's definitely way ahead of where she was when we got her into the apartment; so I figure she'll BE okay, and that's what matters.

Edith gets herself parked at the other end of the couch from Denise and takes a deep breath before she tells me "Thanks for watching out for me, and getting me home safe, Jim. I don't know what that asshole put in my drink, but whatever it was, it was NOT fun. I could see and hear and feel and everything else; but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to say or do anything. It was like the wires from my brain to the rest of me were cut, or something. I was hoping and praying that you would realize something was wrong, and you did."

"Uh, not to embarrass you or anything, but when I saw some of the stuff he was doing to you… well, you've always seemed like a pretty classy lady, and I just couldn't figure you putting up with anything like that. Some people, they talk to me like I'm something they're going to have to clean off their shoe; but you treat me like what I am: somebody doing an honest job the best I can. Once I realized you weren't… right, I wasn't going to let anything else happen to you."

She didn't even blush about me seeing him doing all that stuff to her; she just tells me "No, I'm not embarrassed that you saw what he was up to. I expect you've seen worse, driving cabs as long as you have. What I am is so pissed at him that I don't have the words for it – but you can be damn sure I will by the time I get to work Thursday! Jim, if somebody from my company calls you, would you be willing to tell them what happened? What you saw, what he said, and all that?"

"Of course I would."

She gives me a satisfied smile and says "I thought you would, but figured I'd better ask first. I don't want you to get into trouble with the company."

"Nah, I wouldn't be in any trouble with them. I lease the hack from them, so whatever happens in it is MY business, not theirs – it's in our contract. It wouldn't matter to me, anyway. Guys like that, they give the rest of us a bad rap."

Denise tells me "Jim, I don't think anybody that gets to know you is ever going to make the mistake of thinking you could be anything like that asshole. Edith has told me that the reason she asks for you is because you are somebody doing an honest job the best you can – and doing it damn well. The few times you haven't brought her here the most direct way, you've told her why – and offered to drop the flag when it got to the usual charges. I don't doubt for a minute that you're quite the gentleman."

Edith speaks up then to tell me "Jim, you did a lot to help me tonight. Not just getting rid of that… person, but getting me up here. I remember how you were careful to let me know what you were doing, and why, when you got my keys and looked at my ID to see what apartment I live in. And I know that when you put your hand on my ass to get me out of the cab and next to you, it was the only reasonable way you had of moving me. I know I'm not some wispy little fashion model, either, and I know it wasn't easy for you to hold me upright and get me up here – but you did it. So the first thing I want to do is make sure you don't get stiffed on the fare."

She grabs her purse from the table I set it on, and I tried to tell her not to worry about it. She just gives me this Look, and says "Jim, regardless of the other things that happened, you DID drive me home in your cab. I owe you the fare for that. Now shut up and accept it."

It wasn't a huge fare, or anything, and actually getting paid for it would help keep my budget happy, so I took the money she offered – only to find out that she'd given me ten times the usual. Not just tip, but the entire fare and tip; it was a nice chunk of change. I tried to give the extra back, but she wasn't having any; neither was Denise, who told me "Take it, Jim. What you did tonight, not just getting her back here, but keeping that animal away from her, you deserve that, and more. She's my best friend – we've known each other since both of us were in second grade, and I'm going to give you a reward, too. Not just money, but something as personal as what you did for me by protecting my friend."

I look at her, wondering what she's talking about, when she shows me.

She stands up and tells me "Edith and I talked about it while I was checking her just now, and we decided that BOTH of us want to show you just how much we appreciate what you did. She still needs some time to get herself together, so I'm going first; but she'll be showing you her gratitude, too."

With that, she grabs the bottom of the baggy sweatshirt she's wearing and pulls it up and over her head before she drops it at the end of the couch – showing me that she isn't wearing anything under it. Like I said, Edith is a looker – but Denise isn't too far behind her in the looks department. Short blonde hair, kind of curly. Beautiful green eyes, pretty face with a wide mouth. She kinda looks like an older and slightly bigger Meg Ryan in "Top Gun". The tits she's showing me aren't real big – like the size of a softball, maybe – but real nice: they sag just enough to tell me that they're all hers, they're kind of pear-shaped, and she's got these dark pink, puffy nipples I'd love to get my mouth on. She reaches for the waist of the sweatpants she's wearing, and the next thing I know, they're laying on top of the sweatshirt. She just stands there, letting me look at her. Hell, she's inviting me to look, and I do. I can see that she does a lot of walking around as a nurse: her legs are trim and strong. They're a little thick, but they look right for her.

It's pretty obvious she's healthy, too: there doesn't look to be an extra five pounds anywhere on her – her belly is smooth, with that little paunch women have from having all their works on the inside. She's got a nice waist that just kind of flows into her hips. Between her legs, her bush is just a couple shades darker than what's on her head, and it's pretty obvious that she keeps it trimmed into a strip that's only as wide as the mound of her pussy, and goes up only about a third of the way to her belly button.

When I look up at her face again, she must be able to see that I like what she's showing me: she gets this Mona Lisa kind of smile on her face and comes over to where I'm sitting in the chair. She leans over and puts her hands on the arm of the chair to support herself as she leans in for a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft, and I gotta admit it was Real nice kissing her. I was trying to be polite and everything by not just grabbing her tits like I wanted to; she lets me know it's okay by taking one of my hands in hers and putting it on her boob. That's all it takes for me, and I get the other hand filled up on my own. She isn't some teenybopper, so her tits are softer – but they're still damn nice: warm and smooth, and still firm enough that squeezing them doesn't feel like I'm grabbing a plastic bag full of water; they feel like they're full of Jello, instead. As I start playing with her tits, I can feel the ends of her breasts puckering up as her nipples start getting longer.

The way we're kissing, I'm definitely getting the idea that she wants to be more than just friends, so I finally turn loose of her boobs and start trying to find out what else she'll let me play with.

The way it turns out, there isn't anything on her that's off limits. She's got a really nice ass; it's hard as a rock from all the standing and walking she does, but it's covered with a thin layer of sponge rubber that's warm and soft to my touch. Her bush is thick and soft, and when I ease my hands between her legs, she takes a little step to one side to make it easier for me to find out that she's got these small, thick pussy lips, and that she's already wet inside. I trace my way back up and find her clit. It's bigger than most, and when I touch it, she moans into my mouth – where her tongue is.

I play with her clit a little bit, kind of twirling my finger around it until I can smell how wet she must be getting. I slide my finger back down, and discover that it's like a lake or something inside her, she's so wet. Still, I'm real patient and I go nice and slow when I start slipping a finger into her – and surprised as hell when I realize how small she is on the inside. She isn't a virgin, but she sure as hell isn't getting laid regular, either. I don't think there's any such thing as 'bad' pussy; but if this goes where I'm thinking it's going, then she is going to be really nice!

By this time, I feel like I've got a steel bar in my pants, and things are getting crowded and pretty uncomfortable. She pulls her head back to get my tongue out of her mouth, and I can see that she's as worked up as I am. She kneels down and gets my shoes and socks off before she reaches for my belt. When that's undone, she takes her time getting my pants unfastened and unzipped – she seems to be having fun running her fingers along my dick through my pants and shorts. Still, she finally grabs the waistband of my pants and starts pulling them down while I lift up a little to make it easier. Next to go are my shorts, which leaves my dick waving in the air. But not for long, since she wraps her hand around the bottom of it and her lips around the top. She bobs her head up and down a few times while she's using her tongue to rub along the bottom of it; it's like she's just making sure I'm hard all the way. If she'd asked, I'd have told her – but I'm glad she didn't!

Once she gets me slicked up with her saliva, she pulls her head off me and stands up – just long enough to climb into the chair straddling me, take hold of my dick, and sit down on it. She's just as small inside as I figured, but she's also just as wet; I can feel my dick stretching her as she gets her two-sizes-too-small pussy wrapped around me in a single long, slow push that ends only when her ass is resting against the tops of my thighs. That gives me the chance to start sucking on those puffy nipples of hers – which she seems to appreciate, because she releases this deep groan and puts her hands in my hair to hold me there (like I was going anywhere!).

By the time I get both of her nipples as long and hard as I can get them, she's started moving on me. Just a little at first, like she's getting used to having me in her. But once she gets going, it isn't long before she's bouncing up and down my pole as far and fast as she can manage.

It feels good, having her moving on me like that – too good, even. I put my hands on her hips and try to slow her down so I can enjoy it longer, but she tells me "Don't worry about cumming. We've got all night, and I just want to take the edge off for you!"

All night? With her and, if I heard right, Edith? Count me in!

In just a couple of minutes, she's so wet that every time she settles back down on my cock, it makes a squishing noise that just adds to the sight and smell of her to make me even harder and get me even closer to blowing my load in her.

When I'm almost ready to cum, I tell her, and she just says "Yes! Do it!"

A couple more bounces, and that's it – I grab her hips and hold her steady as I push my cock as far inside her as I can before I feel the first wad of my cum try to coat her tonsils. She must feel it, too, because all of a sudden, she gets even tighter around me as she literally screams with the start of an orgasm.

I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock like one of those finger trap toys – except that her trap isn't wrapped around my finger, and it's a whole lot hotter and wetter.

I finish pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her, but she isn't done with her orgasm yet: under my hands, I can feel her body still going through occasional spasms as her vagina continues squeezing me. Normally, something like that would work to help keep me hard; but she's so tight inside that she's actually forcing the blood out of my dick, making me soften and shrink even faster. If she hadn't told me we had all night, I'd have felt pretty disappointed. On the other hand, I got that much more time to suck on her boobs (and make her climax last longer), so it worked out okay.

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.

I got to watch as the two of them slowly moved to lie on their sides as they continued kissing. Edith finally pulled her lips away from Denise's, and began kissing her friend's face: eyelids, cheeks, tip of her nose, pretty much everyplace. As she was doing that, she was tracing this elaborate design down Denise's body, as if it was the first time she'd ever been able to do that. When Edith's hand eventually got below Denise's belly button, Denise moaned and lifted her 'top' leg and bent it to put her foot on the bed – leaving her legs wide open for Edith. When Edith's hand got there, I watched as all she did was lay her finger between Denise's pussy lips for a few moments, and then slowly curl it so that the tip slipped between them and moved toward the top of Denise's pussy, where I could see her clit peeking out.

The touch of Edith's fingertip on her clit made Denise moan again before Edith started rubbing it in little circles – which made Denise arch her hips in response. In just a minute, I could see that Denise's lips had gotten dark, and thicker, and she was visibly wet between them. Every so often, Edith slides her finger back between Denise's lips to get it wet again before she goes back to diddling Denise's clit again. After a couple of minutes, I can easily smell Denise's pussy, and I'm starting to look forward to the chance to eat her, myself.

I notice that Edith is starting to kiss Denise on the throat and shoulders, and a bit later, it's the tops of her tits. Real slow like, Edith is working her way toward Denise's nipples, which are all puckered and standing tall. When Edith finally puts her mouth over one of Denise's nipples, Denise groans and puts her hands in Edith's hair, just like she did to me. I'm starting to want to go over and help out, but I figure I'll get another chance later; it's just too damn sexy watching as Edith sucks on first one, then the other, of Denise's nipples until she has both of them shining with her saliva, and traces of her lipstick.

Denise is gasping and panting by this time, and Edith softly bites one of Denise's nipples before starting to kiss her friends tits again. It doesn't take long to see that she's easing her way down Denise's body again, real slow like. And she isn't just heading straight for the promised land, either – she's planting these little kisses, and kind of biting with her lips, all over Denise's belly. I can't see any kind of pattern to it, but it doesn't look like she's missing anyplace, either; and as Edith's lips get closer and closer to Denise's bush, Denise is getting hotter and hotter: she's getting this flush on her face and shoulders, and it's even starting to spread down onto her chest. Edith's head is finally in position between Denise's legs, but all she does is start kissing her friend's thighs real soft, and slowly sliding her tongue along Denise's skin, up toward where Denise's lips are wide open and damn near dripping with her juices.

By the time Edith's tongue finally comes out and starts probing against the entrance to Denise's pussy, Edith has shifted her position so that she's kneeling on the bed and leaning forward, which leaves damn near all of her body exposed to me. But remembering how slow and gentle they are with each other, I don't just move in and grab Edith's tits – even though I want to. Instead, I put my hands on her upper arms, real gentle, and then softly and slowly move them to her shoulders. From there, I move them down her back until I can bring them around to her hips, then it's up her sides. When I get close enough, I reach around a little farther so I can just barely touch the surface of her tits as I run my hands around them before sliding them down her belly – and then on down the fronts of her thighs.

When I get to her knees, I trace my way around to the backs of her legs, and up, letting my fingertips softly caress the insides of her thighs. When I get to the tops of her legs, I don't go right to her bush; instead, I kind of pivot my hands so that I can gently massage her beautiful ass, and softly caress it.