2 comments/ 50349 views/ 4 favorites Bluetooth By: adam applebiter [Author's Note: While some of the characters in this story were first introduced in "Gotta Love Them Cheerios", you don't actually have to read that story first.] "Hi Honey. You ok?" "Sure. Just fine." Jean-Paul strode out of his study in a pair of Bermuda shorts and squeezed Lucy in an enthusiastic bear hug, kissing her firmly. "Shouldn't I be?" "I called your office. They said you'd called in sick." Lucy's hands wiggled free of his embrace and rested on his chest. She couldn't help but admire the firm pectorals. "I had an idea. I stayed home to work on it. Sorry, I should have let you know." He didn't show any inclination to put her down. "You should! I nearly blew your excuse. Fortunately – for you – the guy who picked up your phone didn't know my voice." They really were spectacular pecs... "Whatever." Jean-Paul seemed distracted by talk of work. "What did you do today?... Apart from fretting on me." "Payroll. It's Wednesday. I always do payroll on Wednesdays. Remember?" Not just the chest either... "I've made you something special." Jean-Paul's grip on her relaxed. The ground was under her feet once more. "Dinner?" It was the abs too. Island girls should be scrubbing laundry on those abs then slapping the water out on his rock-like buns. "Georgina and Pete invited us over for a cook-out tonight. Remember?" "God, yes! I'd forgotten about that... So what is this something special?" "This." Jean-Paul reached into his pocket and presented her with... Well, it looked like her favourite vibrator, except it was double ended. That's not to say she could share it with a girlfriend: it was only four inches long. As Lucy turned it over in her hands, she noticed a hairline mark around the middle. She surmised it was the business end of two vibrators glued together. A white wire protruded from one end but seemed to lack the usual battery and controller on the other end. The wire just stopped about a foot from the plastic. Bare ends were twisted together. "Some sort of Love egg? There's no controls." Lucy was puzzled. She had love eggs already. "Just hold it in your left hand...so." Jean-Paul folded her fingers around the smooth plastic. "And touch yourself." Jean-Paul stepped back to observe Lucy's reactions. "Touch myself?... With this?" "No, with your other hand. Just hold that for now." Lucy, bemused but always willing to play along with Jean-Paul's crazy games, pushed straight fingers past the waistband on her trousers and into her underwear. Jean-Paul watched the rhythmic movement of her knuckles under the fabric. Lucy squealed, surprised. The silver thing was starting to vibrate in her hand. She stopped touching her crotch, pulling her hand back into daylight. The vibrator slowed and stopped. "What the... How?" She asked. "Bluetooth." "Bluetooth?" Wasn't that something to do with cellular phones? Jean-Paul pulled at the drawstring of his shorts and pushed them down. There was a small box, smaller than a lipstick, bandaided to his thigh and a wire connecting it to a rubber band around his penis. "The harder I get, the faster that vibrates." He pointed at his soft penis and the silver contraption still in her hand, pinched the rubber band, stretching it away from his penis and letting it back – gently. The contraption – Lucy didn't know what she should call it – leapt to life, buzzing furiously then fell silent as quickly. "So getting me to touch myself was just to give you a quick thrill?" Lucy should have known. Jean-Paul liked to watch her play with dolls – a phrase he'd coined when she'd owned up to losing her cherry to a Barbie doll. "I cannibalised two old Bluetooth wireless adapters from work – Our new notebooks don't need them – so it only has a range of about 30 feet. I thought you could wear it when we go out. Then, if something turns me on, you'll be the first to know." His eyes glinted with mischief. He loved pushing the limits of what they could get away with in public. "No fucking way! I am not going to spend an evening with all our neighbours with a vibrator in me that you have control over." Lucy was clearly unimpressed by the scheme. "Don't trust me?" "Of course I don't trust you. I haven't trusted you since that time on the L in New York. I still can't work our how you knew there was a news crew on the other platform." "I've told you a hundred times. I didn't know they were filming there. I just wanted to see those commuter's expressions when you mooned them." His protestations of innocence fell on deaf ears – as usual. "Six months and you still can't say that with a straight face. My parents saw that news report. Pop went on about it in graphic detail. Do you have any idea how not nice it is that he probably got a kick out of it?" "Well can we at least try it out?" Jean-Paul was anxious to change the subject back to his new invention. He knew for a fact that Lucy's father had indeed got a Viagra moment out of her flash. And, yes, that was really a bit gross. "Well, I was planning on fucking your brains out tonight but I guess, yes, we can play with this gizmo first." She brushed past him, contriving to stroke his still exposed limp penis en passant. In their bedroom, she took her time putting her suit on a hanger before reaching for the waistband of her panties. "Put it in first." Jean-Paul urged. "Before it starts vibrating." "Before you get hard you mean? Ok." She took some lubricant from the bedside drawer, slicked her fingers and the gizmo and, with her back to Jean-Paul, managed to slip the smooth plastic past her gusset and into her pussy. She straightened her pants, wiped the excess lube off her fingers with a tissue and turned back to him. "Now what?" "Undress. Slowly." Jean-Paul's shorts were in a heap in the corner. "Why don't I just get hold of you? That normally provokes a reaction." "Because I don't want to get hard too fast. I want to test the sensitivity of this gadget." "Ok Baby." Lucy smiled, stood and slowly – ever so slowly – peeled her pants down her legs. She let them drop past her knees and stepped out of them, hooking the scrap of fabric on her toe and kicking it to Jean-Paul. He caught them easily, holding them to his nose and inhaling deeply as he watched her open button after button on her blouse. His cock stirred and Lucy paused on the third button. "Ooh. It's starting. Listen." They both stood still. The faintest low drone of the vibrator could just be heard. "Mmm. Feels kinda nice." Lucy continued to unbutton. As her blouse fell open, her pussy finally became visible. Lucy wore her dark pubic hair in a Nike tick. A henna tattoo above it said "Just do it". The blouse slipped down her arms and drifted to the floor. Her white bra parted at her touch and followed the same route in descent, leaving her naked. Her nipples were chocolate brown against latte skin tanned to mocha everywhere but her breasts and crotch. She cupped her small breasts in her hands, teasing her nipples to attention and sighing with pleasure. Her breasts had always been really sensitive. That was one very good reason not to have them "enhanced". The thought of losing any of that sensitivity appalled her. Jean-Paul's cock got as perky as her nipples and the gizmo buzzed faster. "It's working." Lucy's eyes smouldered. This was turning out to be fun. She took the opportunity to admire Jean-Paul's body. He had no tan lines at all, just bronzed practically hairless skin stretched over muscles like a Greek statue. His hair, as dark as hers, reached his shoulders when not tied back. As she looked at it, his cock twitched and grew. The vibrator was really stirring her up now. Her knees nearly buckled. She sat on the bed before she fell, lying back and spreading her legs. Jean-Paul dropped to his knees, "Touch it." He husked. Lucy didn't need asking. Her fingers flew to her clit. Jean-Paul's cock was fully rigid now and the gizmo was whining like a wasp in a bottle. Lucy lashed at her clit as she moaned and writhed to climax. "Oh yes!... Oh yes!... Oooh Yeeessss!... FUCK ME JESUS!...YES...YES... yesssss..." As Lucy came down from her orgasm, the gizmo continued to buzz away inside her, sending tremors and aftershocks through her. In the post-climax hypersensitivity, it was almost painful. She moaned as it lifted her to a sudden second orgasm. "Ooh...Ooh....OHHHH!...Oh yessss..." And still the buzzing went on unabated. This was torture. She could barely control her hands as she reached for the wire to pull it out. As the Gizmo popped out the muted buzz turned into a room filling whine. Jean-Paul took it from her trembling fingers, untwisted the wire ends and silenced it. "Honey, it's very clever but..." Lucy caught her breath. "But it's never gonna catch on?" "No. It's too much too." "Too much?" "It's positively seismic. Take that to San Francisco and you'll start a panic." "Yeah? I used a lithium battery to save space. It's twice the voltage of an AA. I half expected it to burn out the motor." "Honey, you know that when you get technical all I hear is blah-blah-blah. Now take that silly rubber band off and come here." Lucy beckoned salaciously. There was one sure fire way to stop Jean-Paul speaking geeky. * * * * * Jean-Paul, despite looking like Tarzan, was by his own admission a geek. In fact, he generally gave his job description as alpha-geek. He was the senior techie for a small software house – senior, that is, if you asked the other techies. Management thought his supervisor was in charge but the supervisor and everyone under her knew better. It was a good arrangement. Jean-Paul wouldn't have enjoyed all the meetings, reports and admin that Judita, his nominal boss, got to do. As far as he was concerned, her job was to keep him supplied with toys and puzzles, and take all the meetings so he could play with the other geeks. Lucy, back in high school, leader of the cheerleader squad, would never have believed she'd end up marrying a geek. "No way!" would have been the mildest response to the merest suggestion. Now here she was, engaged, three months shy of marrying a guy who had an autographed picture of Bill Gates on his living room wall. Her school friends wouldn't believe it! Of course, with her legs wrapped around his hips and his fine, upward curving cock buried in her snatch, it was easy to ignore the technicality of him being a geek. Jean-Paul ground his crotch into hers, duelling her tongue with his, attacking her defences on two fronts with rapier and main gauche. He felt her nails dig into his butt and, spurred on by these goads, thrust harder, faster, pinning her writhing body to the bed. Watching her getting off – twice – had really got his blood up. The slickness of perspiration between their bodies allowed his chest to slide smoothly over her breasts, nipples occasionally catching each other in glancing blows that elicited low moans from them both. As Lucy's back arched, lifting him bodily, and her thighs pulled him into her, Jean-Paul felt the pressure of her pelvic floor increase in pulses, tightening her grip on his cock. It was the coupe de grace. He pulled his mouth from hers, tossing his hair back as a leonine roar accompanied the hot blast of his ejaculation and, in the Victorian vernacular, he died the little death. Lucy stroked his heaving back gently as he lay on top of her, crushing her breasts with his full weight and catching his breath. He nuzzled at her neck, contentedly and mumbled sweet nothings in her ear. She didn't mind his weight. He wasn't a heavy man and she could breathe just fine. In fact, she felt it all rather added to the sense of power and domination she got from him in the bedroom. He was a considerate lover, certainly not a wimp but he was sensitive too... and sometimes so childlike she wanted to mother him. * * * * * They were late for the cook-out. Lucy had had difficulty deciding which bikini to wear. She'd finally allowed herself to be talked into one of her new Wicked Weasels. It was appropriate really, since Georgina was the one who'd turned her on to WW last summer. Lucy's bright yellow thong and bra weren't as revealing as most WW costumes but with her henna tattoo clearly readable and the trademark seam in the thong guaranteeing major camel toe, she felt practically naked. Of course, she had a sarong on too, but these evenings usually ended up in the pool. They hadn't yet gone as far as partner swapping but there was something really kinky about getting off in front of their neighbours and watching them do likewise. Jean-Paul had even persuaded her to lend Georgina and Peter one of their homemade skin flicks. He'd been so passionate that night – knowing their neighbours were watching their movie. A couple of nights later, Georgina had brought them a tape to watch too. Exciting as it had been to see it, it was the main reason Lucy didn't feel comfortable swapping all the way: Peter was really ass-fixated and Lucy just wasn't into that. She and Georgina had had a candid discussion about Lucy's issues. They'd all stayed friends... and then some. * * * * * "Really?" Georgina was incredulous. "Really. A radio controlled vibrator. We tested it before coming over." Lucy was explaining why they'd been late. "And it's connected to his cock?" It was rather hard to get a mental picture of. "Yes. The harder he gets, the harder it vibrates. Trouble is, Jean-Paul enjoys watching me get off so much, the damned gizmo wouldn't slow down. In the end, he had to switch it off. He wanted me to wear it tonight." "And did you?" Georgina looked down at Lucy's crotch meaningfully. "We compromised. He's wearing his half: my half's in my purse. Wanna see?" "Do I ever!" Lucy took the silver gizmo from her purse and carefully twisted the loose wires together to turn it back on. It started quietly buzzing straight away. "What the?... Well, well. Where's Jean-Paul?" Lucy looked around quickly. "Oh. That explains it." She pointed at Jean-Paul, stretched out face down by the pool. From this low vantage point, he was admiring Georgina's backside. "Let's test this thing." Georgina took hold of the gizmo, using her free hand to apparently absentmindedly adjust her bikini, letting her finger slide under the fabric. The gizmo purred louder. She took her hand away from her ass and in a few seconds, the gizmo slowed again. "What d'ya know? It actually works!" Georgina handed it back to Lucy. "I hope you'll show Peter... later." Lucy untwisted the wires. The silent gizmo slipped back into her purse. "Sure. You provide the stimulus: I'll provide the response. Now please excuse me. I need a word with my boyfriend... He's spotted the Olsen girl." Lucy touched Georgina's arm affectionately as she moved past her to remonstrate with Jean-Paul. Kerri Olsen was still in high school but that didn't stop her filling a swimsuit too damned well for Lucy's liking. It had been obvious since last summer that she had a tremendous crush on Jean-Paul. Ok, so that at least was understandable. The accent, the physique, the raw sex appeal and the innate affability all pretty much guaranteed girls of all ages would 'notice' him. However, Jean-Paul was old enough to know better than to encourage the girl. At least, that was Lucy's view. She had asked – beseeched – him to not flirt with her but, well, he just couldn't help himself. There was no point in making a scene. Lucy just joined him by the pool and quietly and completely monopolized his attention. That did the trick. * * * * * The guests had all gone, the barbeque grill was soaking in a tub of soapy water, Georgina was washing dishes and Lucy was drying them. The guys were in Peter's den, well out of earshot, when Georgina raised the subject of the gizmo again. "So what d'you reckon they're talking about in there?" "How to get us naked." Lucy hazarded a guess. "There's one way to find out." Georgina handed Lucy the last plate and dried her hands. "There's two ways." "Two?" "That gizmo in my purse. Twist the wires together." Georgina took the vibrator from Lucy's purse and squeezed the stripped wires together. Nothing. "Then they're not talking about us." Lucy observed, wiping her hands. "So now we have to go and find out the hard way." "Lets freshen up first." Georgina headed for the cloakroom, fully expecting Lucy to follow her. As they got ready, Georgina asked. "Lucy, can I try that thing?" She pointed at the gizmo. "I'm wondering whether you can get Jean-Paul and I off simultaneously." "Sounds like a plan. I take it Peter will want to tape it all?" "Doesn't he always?" "You need some lube first." Lucy suggested. "Do I? Meanie." "All right then. I'll do the honours. Come here." * * * * * Georgina and Lucy had tried girl on girl sex last year. They'd both been satisfying a long standing curiosity and they figured the guys would enjoy the floorshow. They'd agreed afterwards that they definitely preferred guys. That didn't mean they went right off the idea. There'd been a few encore performances at Peter's request. Jean-Paul enjoyed watching them too. Now, Georgina straddled Lucy's lap – Lucy was still sitting on the toilet – and got very aroused as Lucy's fingers manipulated her sex. Lucy didn't mind the lesbian foreplay routine, just as she enjoyed her own snatch being touched by pretty much anyone. When you started juicing up, it didn't matter whose fingers they were. Touching Georgina didn't turn her on particularly but it did make her feel naughty and that's a good thing when you're about to fuck with friends. "That's gotta be enough." Lucy took her hand away. "I was enjoying that." Georgina pouted as she handed the gizmo to Lucy. "Check it's switched on first." Lucy twisted the wires properly and slipped the sleek silver thing into Georgina's slick hole. "Lick." She reached wet fingers up to Georgina's mouth. Georgina sucked them for a moment then Lucy wiped the rest off with a tissue. "Let's go tease the boys." They put their bikinis back on and headed for the den. "Ooh!" Georgina gasped as they reached the hall. She stood still, looking bemused. "The gismo?" "Yes. It just started up." "We must have been out of range. Jean-Paul did say thirty feet was pretty much the limit. How hard is it going?" "Just a little." "At least we know they haven't got Ms Olsen in there with them." Lucy smirked. "I'm sure they're both bemoaning that very fact right now. Poor boys – they'll have to make do with us instead." Georgina smiled wickedly and opened the door to the den. "You two took your sweet goddamned time." Peter looked around. He only got to make alpha-male noises when Georgina was horny and he was pushing his luck a bit starting in on her so quickly. "Next time, you two can do the dishes while we wait then. I'm sure Lucy and I can find ways to abuse – amuse ourselves, even if you can't." Georgina settled onto Peter's lap, lending the lie to her harsh tone. "Missed me Honey?" Lucy straddled Jean-Paul's lap. She preferred to face him full on instead of being side-saddle. "Not a bit." Jean-Paul reached for the bow at the back of her neck and without pre-amble, freed Lucy's breasts. She rose a little and leant forward to allow him to gently suck her dark nipples into life. "Georgina's wearing the gizmo." She said, conversationally, as he nuzzled her breasts. She'd heard the faint gasp behind her as soon as her nipple had touched his lips. "Peter," Georgina said. "Did Jean-Paul tell you about his invention?" "We were just discussing it. You've got it?" "Yes. Lucy's gonna blow Jean-Paul and we're gonna see if I come too. Sorry Darling but you don't get any – yet." She pressed close as Peter's hand cupped her mons, feeling the faint vibrations deep inside. Bluetooth "I'll get the camera then – to record the experiment for future analysis." Peter affected a serious scientific manner as he urged Georgina off his lap and went to fetch the video camera. Georgina flopped into the vacated chair and threw her legs over the arm rests, giving Jean-Paul a perfect view of her crotch with the electric blue fabric taut over her labia and tapering to little more than a thread just as it reached her ass hole. The moisture of her sex was clear to see, as was the trailing end of the wire. She smiled at him as the gizmo throbbed inside her. It was good to know he wasn't faking interest in her 38 year old body. It was a good feeling. * * * * * Lucy and Jean-Paul may have been Georgina and Peter's closest friends but there was a lot they didn't know about their neighbours. Georgina only admitted to 33 years – ok, so a woman lying about her age is no big deal, but so was Peter. At his recent 27th birthday party, he'd actually been 22. He was often referred to as baby faced and generally attributed his youthful looks to good quality soap and the love of a good woman: Half of which was true. Everyone said they were a perfect couple and nobody, in the face of such conspicuous personal chemistry, mentioned the age gap. If they only knew! * * * * * Lucy extricated herself from Jean-Paul's lap as Peter came back with the video equipment. As soon as he'd settled into a third chair that gave him good camera angles to film both girls, Lucy turned her back on him and, without bending her knees, slid her thong down to her ankles. Peter got a great shot of her butt – forbidden fruit that it was. Naked, Lucy knelt in front of Jean-Paul – He'd considerately dropped a cushion on the floor for her – and eased down his shorts as he lifted his hips. Jean-Paul's penis was perhaps halfway awake now. Georgina could feel the thrumming gizmo in her pussy and fought the urge to reach for her clit. "Take off your pants, Darling." Peter directed. "Let the boy see what he's fighting for." Georgina unclipped the side of her blue thong and it sprang away from her pussy. She made a long leg and slid the fabric up over her foot, tossing it to Peter. She was completely exposed to Jean-Paul's gaze now – not just her pussy, wet as it was, but her – well Peter called it her cheerio because of a supposed resemblance to his favourite breakfast cereal. Jean-Paul wasn't wasting the opportunity either. He watched as she worked her pelvic floor muscles, sending a trickle of juice down over her anus. His cock twitched and the vibe surged inside her. "Wow!" She exclaimed. It was one thing to know how the gizmo worked but a totally different matter to actually see it in action. "Do that again!" "Its got a mind of its own." Jean-Paul indicated his penis. "Honey. Wanna know why Georgie's so wet already?" She held two fingers under his nose. The scent of pussy sent another surge of power through Georgina's vaginal walls. "Oh yes." Peter breathed appreciatively. "That's incredible. J-P, my friend, you are a genius." "You ain't felt nothin' yet, Baby." Lucy grinned over her shoulder at Georgina. Lucy dipped her head into Jean-Paul's lap and got herself a mouthful of still soft penis. Penises are like chocolate in reverse: Chocolate goes soft and shrinks in a girl's mouth. Lucy loved chocolate – and penises. As Peter's cock swelled and hardened like an emergency life raft in her mouth, Lucy could hear Georgina's guttural response. By the time he was fully hard, Lucy could hear the vibrator across the room, even though Georgina was doing her best to drown out the sound. "Oh, Sweet Jesus!... Oh...Oh yes! That's good..." Lucy cheated a little as she sucked on Jean-Paul's cock. She squeezed the base of his penis, where the sensor band surrounded it, making the gizmo pulse on command. She wanted to keep Georgina right on the edge until she felt Jean-Paul about to come. It didn't take long. A few more minutes of nibbling, licking and sucking and Jean-Paul's seed splashed across the roof of Lucy's mouth. On cue, Georgina climaxed at the final surge of the gizmo. "Ooh... Oooooh,... Oh Jesus .... OH YESSS!... YESSSSS." She squeezed the gizmo inside her, feeling her body pulse around the buzzing thing as her senses overloaded on the joy of release. She didn't even notice in her excitement that she'd squirted across the wooden floor, splashing Lucy's bare feet. "Oh, that felt good...Mmm." Georgina purred as she came down to earth. Jean-Paul's softening penis slowed the gizmo down gently until it all but stopped. Georgina gently pulled the wires apart and drew the vibrator from her sodden pussy. "That has to be marketable." Said Peter, switching off the camera. "You need a name for it though. Remote Cuntroller perhaps?" "Peter!" Georgina was the first to spot the pun. "It's just a gimmick." Jean-Paul didn't really see the potential. Surely it was a very limited swingers market. "Gimmicks sell! Thrill seekers are always after something new." Peter could see the potential. "Can you make a girl operated controller?" "Can't see how. Why?" Jean-Paul sat up and drew Lucy back onto his lap, idly toying with her breasts. "Lesbians." Lucy understood. "Yeah. Imagine a pair of vibrators that responded to each other like this thing." Peter elaborated. "Imagine a vibrator that responded to being within thirty feet of another one, anywhere." Georgina mused. "Oh God! Was that me?" She finally noticed the splashes on the floor. "Yes." Peter said to her. "It looked great on video too." "Sorry Lucy, Peter's such a pervert he actually likes these little accidents. Did I get you?" "Just my foot. And don't apologize. I made you do it and, like you said, its just a little accident. Shall we adjourn to the pool?" "Don't you want to try the gizmo?" Georgina asked. "Not again. I had a go earlier and right now I'd rather something real in my snatch instead. What d'ya say Peter? Up for it?" Lucy had never actually fucked Peter before but she'd sucked his cock a few times and as he and she were the only ones who hadn't come yet, she thought this might be a good occasion to take that next step. "Quite literally." Peter said, slipping out of his shorts to show off his proud hard-on. "To the pool!" Georgina sprang to her feet, nearly slipping in the puddle and struck a heroic pose with one arm outstretched towards the door. "To the pool!" three voices echoed. In the free for all dash, Jean-Paul lingered to peel the Band Aid off his thigh, take the sensor band off his cock and discard the controller. He arrived last, in time to see Lucy standing, legs akimbo on the edge of the pool, flinging herself at Peter. At last he'd get to fuck Georgina. He'd waited months for Lucy to get up her nerve. "What were you just saying about a vibrator that responds anywhere?" Jean-Paul slipped into the water beside Georgina who settled against him to watch Lucy and Peter. "I was just thinking about getting tingles from random women. Wouldn't that be fun?" Georgina's hand found Jean-Paul's cock and caressed it. Either her hand or the sex show a few feet away was having an effect. Probably both. "Would women really want that? Where could you wear it? It's not like you could walk around the mall looking for spontaneous orgasms." "Singles bars. The beach. There are places." "I didn't know you were that keen on other women." Jean-Paul was fully erect now. He drew Georgina round in front of him and gripped her hips, lifting her so she could curl her legs around his waist. She sighed as his cock slid deep into her pussy. "I'm not, but you have to admit the idea of anonymous tingles is... intriguing." She gyrated on his shaft, making good use of the buoyancy the water provided. There was no more idle chit-chat. Peter's grunts and Lucy's gasps, squeals and yells of ecstasy were a perfect accompaniment to Jean-Paul's and Georgina's sexual adagio. They took it slow. They enjoyed every moment. They listened to their partners climaxing and they moved together, mouths as firmly joined as their hips. Eventually, they came together. Georgina said a silent prayer. * * * * * Peter and Georgina had a secret... and a plan. Their regular parties had been carefully timed recently to coincide with Georgina's ovulation cycle. She really wanted a baby and, after long, late night discussions with Peter, who could not possibly be the father, they'd agreed that Jean-Paul would be a perfect surrogate... if she could hook him. Well, she'd hooked him. * * * * * Lucy and Jean-Paul eventually made their way home to their own bed. "Your gizmo was a success." Lucy snuggled up to Jean-Paul in the darkness. "Did you have a good time with Peter?" "Mmm. Yes. Couldn't you tell? You were there too. Or were you pre-occupied?" "I was." He kissed Lucy goodnight and closed his eyes. Sleep took them both. * * * * * "Happy Darling?" Peter held Georgina close. "Deliriously." She was crying. "You know you may not catch first time?" Peter injected a note of caution. "But there'll be other times." Georgina wrapped Peter's arm around her and listened for a long time until the tempo of his breathing changed. Then she too, fell asleep. * * * * * Peter spent the Thursday and Friday contemplating marketing options for the gizmo. He also ordered some law books covering patents, copyright and intellectual property rights. Peter had finally found a use for his degree. He'd made Jean-Paul a proposition: He'd put up all the money and handle the business side in return for each of the four of them having a 25% share of the business. He'd argued to include their women as they knew the market better than the two guys and having four shareholders meant that it only took three out of four to agree in order to get anything done. When Peter had dropped by, late on Saturday, to discuss some of the details with Jean-Paul and to ask for schematics for the patent application, Jean-Paul had been busily working on the MkII gizmo. He'd distractedly agreed to everything and, yes, yes, he'd do some schematics. Peter had been quite disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm but Lucy explained over coffee that Jean-Paul had got an idea from Georgina and had spent the morning in Radio Shack, the afternoon in a local adult shop and all evening in his study. "When he gets like this, its best to just leave him to it and slide his meals under the door." Lucy smiled wistfully, resigned to a quiet weekend while her boyfriend worked out his 'idea'. "What you've got to remember is... Jean-Paul is a geek. It's easy to forget that because he looks like a track star but, under that ruggedly masculine exterior he's..." "A geek. Sorry. I forgot that wife-stealer has a brain too." "Wife-stealer?" "Georgina hasn't stopped smiling yet. Whenever I ask what's up she just says J-P." It was Peter's turn to smile ruefully. "It'll wear off. I felt a little like that all Thursday. You've nothing to worry about from Jean-Paul." She glanced meaningfully at his crotch. "Tell you what. I'm on my own this evening – or near as makes no difference. I'll leave a note on the counter for Jean-Paul and come back with you for dinner. You can explain all these business ideas to me. Jean-Paul is never going to listen to them so I better had take an interest." "Deal." * * * * * Dear Jean-Paul, Your dinner's next door, with me. Love, Lucy x * * * * * Lucy wasn't entirely surprised that Jean-Paul didn't show up for dinner. She knew how easily he lost track of time when he was working on anything. About eleven, Georgina and Peter started getting a bit amorous toward each other and Lucy came home. It didn't occur to her to stay and join in the fun – not without Jean-Paul. Sharing as couples was one thing. Having a threesome when he wasn't there was a totally different kettle of fish. It was to Georgina and Peter's credit that they never even suggested it. * * * * * While Georgina was in the shower, whimpering as her ass was impaled on Peter's penis, Lucy discovered that the note she'd left on the counter hadn't even been read yet. Enough was enough! It was Saturday night for heaven's sake. A girl with all her natural charms shouldn't have to masturbate on Saturday night. She didn't knock on the study door before opening it. "Hi Luce. What's for dinner?" Jean-Paul didn't even look round. "It's gone eleven o'clock. Dinner was hours ago – next door." She reflected on just how exasperating pet men could be. "Oh." Jean-Paul seemed distracted by all the code on the screen in front of him. "Oh. Could you fix me a sandwich please?" He still hadn't looked away from the screen. "No. I just came to say goodnight. I'm going to bed. I'm going to flatten some batteries then I'm going to cry myself to sleep." "Cry? Why?" Jean-Paul was still only half listening. "Because I'm standing here naked and you haven't even noticed." She managed to sound really upset. It was a tactic she'd used before – But, importantly, not with Jean-Paul. He turned away from the screen in time to see her bare backside move away from the study door in the direction of the stairs. He thought about calling her back then he thought better of it and followed her. "Lucy, I'm sorry. I-mm-mmm-mm" He tried to apologize but it's as hard to speak with two tongues as it is with none. Lucy ambushed him as he came into the bedroom, hermetically sealing her mouth over his, holding his head immobile with two fistfuls of his long, dark hair and pressing scented, soft flesh against as much of his torso as she could manage. He shuffled her backward until he knees encountered the edge of the bed and vertical became horizontal in much the manner experienced by trees. If someone had shouted "Timberrrrr!" as they hit the mattress, it wouldn't have been inappropriate. There was definitely wood involved. Lucy's legs, flung wide as she toppled, coiled around him, holding him even more closely. Jean-Paul struggled to push his Bermuda shorts past an erection that hooked them like a barb on a man-sized fishhook. The thought flitted across his mind that at least jeans unfastened at the waist. With an almost painful effort, he pushed the shorts down his legs until his cock sprang free, slapping against Lucy's labia. She had to relax her grip a fraction to allow him enough manoeuvring room to guide the hot head of his cock into her. His glans bumped against her tender flesh several times before finding the entrance to her vagina and sliding in. Jean-Paul didn't stop pushing until his balls were resting against her bottom. His pubic hair tickled her anus – about as much contact with her ass as she was comfortable with, though this tickling touch did make her squirm in a delightfully filthy fashion under him. "Do me slowly...Like you did Georgie." She broke the hermetic seal of their lips. Jean-Paul's hips gyrated in lazy circles, stirring her juices rather than pumping in and out, enjoying the pulsating caress of her snatch as she squeezed his cock. "Slowly." He mumbled, trying to kiss her and speak simultaneously. Slow sex wasn't something they'd done a lot of. Lucy usually preferred more aerobic sex. That was why he'd taken the opportunity with Georgina: He liked really mellow, Barry White sex occasionally but didn't get it 'at home'. With Lucy, the phrase "Fuck me" was almost always followed by "now!", "hard!", "like a bitch in heat." or some combination of the above. Lucy didn't say another word. Jean-Paul took her with gentle deliberation, raising her to the brink of orgasm and keeping her from teetering over for seemingly hours. He caressed her breasts, teased nipples and raked her ribs with his fingertips, raising giggles of ticklishness between gasps of excitement and moans of sensual delight. When he judged he'd strung her along enough, Jean-Paul exerted himself just a little more, sending Lucy over the edge. It wasn't her usual orgasm. She didn't get vocal. She shook with the intensity of it and sank her teeth into his shoulder, her nails dug into his back and held him as he tensed and came too, deluging the hot depths of her belly. All passion spent, Jean-Paul let his weight settle on her gently and they lay together catching their breath as his penis softened inside her. When Lucy could no longer hold him in, he moved to lie beside her and she curled against him, wrapping his arm around her and clinging to it. "Honey, that was the best apology ever." Lucy purred. * * * * * In the morning, Lucy felt so mellow towards Jean-Paul that she brought him breakfast in bed, waking him with a maple syrup flavoured kiss. "Good morning Honey. Orange juice?" Lucy waited for him to sit up then placed a tray on his lap. "Thanks. I'm starving." Jean-Paul's stomach rumbled to confirm his assertion. "Course you are, Honey." Lucy settled herself beside him on the bed and pinched a piece of crisp bacon from his tray. "You missed dinner last night. What were you so busy with anyway?" "I'll show you. The latex will have cured by now. Wait here." Jean-Paul foisted the breakfast tray upon Lucy and positively bounded out of the bedroom. He was back in less than a second strip of bacon – Well, Lucy was hungry too. "I got the idea from Georgie." He explained, sitting back on the bed and dropping two gizmos on the bedspread between them. He retrieved his tray and tucked in to the last piece of bacon – Well? I said Lucy was hungry – scrambled eggs and wholemeal toast. "They look horrid." Lucy observed. The new gizmos had been dipped in something vaguely flesh coloured and were lumpy looking. "They're prototypes. I know I'll have to work on the aesthetics but it's the function that's interesting, not form." He munched through another forkful of eggs before continuing. "Switch them on." These gizmos did at least have a switch on the end of the wire. Lucy turned one on. Nothing. She flicked the switch on the other. Both gizmos buzzed for about half a second. Lucy turned the gizmo she was holding over and over, examining it carefully. It was the same construction as the original but Jean-Paul had moulded some sort of rubber sheath over it. As she prodded an exploratory fingertip at one of perhaps ten ridges that ran from nose to tail, the one on the bed buzzed occasionally and erratically. "They're paired." Jean-Paul explained around another mouthful. At least, it would have been an explanation if Lucy had any idea what he was talking about. "Paired?" She showed her ignorance. Jean-Paul put down his fork and hurried to chew and swallow before demonstrating. "Squeeze it in your fist. See?... Now relax your grip...and that one slows down." Lucy squeezed the gizmo and it's twin leapt into life. As she eased her grip, the loose one slowed then speeded up as she clenched again. She looked mildly impressed. "The other works the same way. If you and Georgina wear them, you'll be able to control each other's vibrators simply by squeezing with your vaginas. Neat huh?" "Neat? It's astounding. Does it work the same as the first one?" "Not exactly. The ridges are basically a tube glued onto the old gizmo. When you squeeze it, it forces water into a little balloon inside – the tip of a condom actually – The sensor band I wore is around the balloon – half in each gizmo." He noticed Lucy was wearing the expression she usually had five minutes after asking about his day at work. "Anyway, to put it simply-" "Please!" Lucy beseeched. "Squeezing outside inflates the balloon inside and the rest is just like the original. I had to dip them in latex to hold all the tubing in place. You girls play rough." Lucy gave him a look. "Doesn't all this squidgy stuff absorb all the vibrations?" "I thought about that but it felt pretty forceful in my hand. Try it. Squeeze both." Bluetooth Lucy picked up the second gizmo and squeezed one in each fist. "I see what you mean." Her eyes twinkled. "Better turn them off. The batteries will only last about an hour and I have to practically rebuild them to change the cells." He took one from her and switched it off. Lucy took the hint and turned her one off too. "You can talk Georgina into testing them later." "And just who's gonna talk me into it?" Lucy asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow. Jean-Paul didn't answer straight away. He took a sip of coffee – cold now – then put the tray carefully on the floor beside the bed – then grabbed Lucy. She struggled, she giggled, she tried to bite but she just wasn't strong enough to fend him off. He tickled her mercilessly until she screamed and squealed so much she was hyperventilating. "Pax...pax..." She gasped. "You'll do it?" Jean-Paul asked, pausing in his assault to allow her to capitulate. "I didn't say that." Jean-Paul tickled her some more. "Ok...yes...YES!" She surrendered unconditionally. Jean-Paul looked down at the beatific, if somewhat dishevelled, girl. They'd both worked up a sweat and needed a shower but before that... Lucy squealed for another reason as Jean-Paul's cock nudged at her panties. Her vocal protest didn't stop her right hand from pulling her gusset aside and guiding the twitching cock into her snatch. "Fuck me, Honey. Fuck me HARD!" She yelled the last word as Jean-Paul eased back and slammed into her, hitting her cervix like a battering ram at the gates of Troy. Lucy sucked air through her teeth and bucked under him as he gave her all he had. "Fuck me...oh yeah...That's good...Fuck me like that... Yeah...ohh...ohh...Yes...YES...YESSSS...FUCK MEEEEeeeee!" Lucy came loud and long. Jean-Paul grunted as he hosed her insides with boiling semen. Now they really needed a shower. * * * * * "So are we gonna get to see these things working?" Peter asked. Jean-Paul had just finished a long explanation of the new and improved gizmo that Peter had understood almost a third of. "What d'ya say, Georgie?" Lucy asked. "Shall we?" The girls had joined their men in Jean-Paul's study in time to 'just miss' all the geek-speak, but Lucy had explained it to Georgina over dishes after lunch. "If we must." Georgina made a face of resigned ennui. She was faking it "These things were your idea." Jean-Paul pointed out. "And you really should do something to earn your 25%." Peter offered. "She's already contributed concept." Jean-Paul observed. "She has a name and a tongue in her head." Georgina got cross with them. "And a very nice tongue too." Lucy said to herself. "Oops. Did I say that out loud?" Everyone was looking at her. "Well... it is!" She said to fill the silence in the room. She blushed. Georgina reached for Lucy, drawing her into her arms and kissing her full on the lips. After a startled couple of seconds and a low moan of gratification, Lucy opened her mouth and got properly involved. The guys just watched. It was not a moment they wanted to intrude upon. "Perhaps we should let the boys test those contraptions on each other and you and I can go upstairs and try the girl/girl thing again." Georgina's hands rested on Lucy's bottom, and she pressed their crotches together. "Uh...Can I take a rain check on that? I really want to see if those gizmos work too." Lucy's face was a study of lust but she really was curious. "Ok." Georgina picked up the gizmos. "C'mon. Let's go get ready." She took Lucy's unresisting hand and headed for the cloakroom. * * * * * "I'm going to have to find a proper pressure sensor for them." Jean-Paul, left with just Peter, went back to thinking geek thoughts. "The fluid system I used for the prototypes is a bit too bulky and I don't think it'll stand much wear and tear." "They're not exactly pretty either." "Details...We'll make them as pretty as you like once they actually work. Ideally, they need to be small enough to get in quickly and comfortable enough to stay in for hours." "Hours?" "Imagine a girl going out for the evening, single and looking for some light relief. She walks into a club and gets buzzed when she passes within thirty feet of another girl. Their two gizmos pair up automatically and they give each other a quick thrill before one of them moves out of range. At the bar, our girl gets connected to a different stranger. This time she's on a barstool and can really let herself enjoy the vibes. She looks around and squeezes her gizmo, trying to spot a reaction among all the hotties by the bar. Success. She sees a girl jump for 'no reason'. She catches her eye and heads slowly towards the ladies' room. The girl can either stay put and break the connection or follow her. She follows. When she gets to the ladies' room, our girl grabs a cubicle and waits. Her new best friend takes another cubicle and they really start to get each other off. When they've come, they come out of the cubicles and – Hey! – It isn't the girl she'd spotted. Anonymous sexual gratification, but she'll have to be comfortable wearing it all night 'cos there's half a dozen more of them in the club for her to connect with." "J-P, I'll say this again. You are a genius!" Peter was impressed at the concept and hard just thinking about it. "And not just clubs. She'll wear it to go to the Mall on a Saturday afternoon, to the movies, on the bus home from work. She'll wear it anywhere, anytime she wants a random sexual encounter." "We're gonna be rich! Where are those girls?" "Who're you calling a girl? I'm practically old enough to be your mother." Georgina jibed at Peter as she and Lucy arrived. "Hardly, Honey." Lucy chided her. She knew Georgina was only six years older than Peter, though she was pretty sure Georgina was lying about her age so she mentally added a couple of years more. "Are you two ready now?" Peter asked. The girls were still fully dressed but with the gizmo wires peeping out through the buttons on their jeans. "Sure Honey. What do we have to do?" "Just take a seat. Opposite each other would be best so you can see each other's reactions. Good. Now switch on." Jean-Paul instructed. Lucy switched on first and, just like that morning, nothing happened. When Georgina flicked her switch, they both looked startled. "Ooh!" Georgina said. Lucy just smiled knowingly. "Now Lucy, squeeze gently." Jean-Paul said. "Oh my." Georgina responded to the pulse of the vibrator as it purred to life inside her. "Now as hard as you can." Jean-Paul told Lucy. "OH!" Georgina almost levitated. "Now you Georgina. Squeeze it." Jean-Paul said. Lucy squirmed in her seat as the gizmo inside her asserted itself. "I guess you've got the hang of them. Have some fun." Jean-Paul sat down by Peter and left the girls to it. It was really weird to watch two fully clothed women wriggling, squirming, gasping, moaning and finally coming without any touching. It reminded Peter of Friday nights in Harry's bar, back in his home state, when he and Georgina had first got together. They'd met a cute lifeguard who'd invited them along to the orgasm faking contest. Sandy – that had been her name – Sandy had won. But right now, Georgina wasn't faking and he was pretty sure Lucy wasn't either. What would be the point? "I think" Said Georgina, after they'd switched the gizmos off, "that I speak for both of us when I say whooo-wee!" She relaxed in her chair with her knees swaying gently. "Yeah. Honey, they're great." Lucy stood shakily and bent down to kiss Jean-Paul. "Why don't you two talk business while we go get cleaned up?" She offered Georgina her hand in passing and they left the guys to their own devices. "About that rain check..." was the last thing they hear Lucy say. * * * * * "I need a drink. The usual?" Jean-Paul asked. "Sure. J-P, We've gotta get a patent application put together for these gizmos. This could be the biggest thing for women since the invention of the Wonderbra." "Not just women." Jean-Paul handed Peter a glass. "Thanks. Yeah. It sure was fun to watch." "That's not what I meant. There's no reason why these can't be made slim enough for gay men too." "Oh God! That'll be huge. The random sexual encounter culture is already a part of their social scene and these gizmos are the ultimate safe sex. We're all gonna be so rich!" "Bluetooth is proprietary technology." Jean-Paul said. "So? It's in a lot of products so it must be buyable. J-P, the biggest problem will be manufacturing to meet demand. We can't set that up from scratch. I have capital but not enough to underwrite a whole factory. The way this will play out is (a) get a patent on file then (b) sell a license to manufacture to one of the bigger adult toy manufacturers and finally (c) spend the next ten years counting money." "What if nobody is interested in manufacturing them?" "Then I'm out of pocket for the cost of the patent and some lawyer time. But J-P, have a little faith. That is not an option." Peter sounded very certain. "Well, forgive me if I leave all that to you." "By all means. I've gotta earn my percentage somehow. Did Lucy say something about a rain check just now?" A thought dawned upon Peter. "Yes." It dawned on Jean-Paul too. Without a word, both men put down their drinks and headed upstairs to see what was taking the girls so long. * * * * * Lucy and Jean-Paul had recently had their en-suite converted into a wet room. "I'd love one of these, Luce. But, y' know, I think Peter would miss the shower cubicle." Georgina really rather coveted the wet room. "You have room for both. How come Peter likes small showers?" "The first time he had my ass was in a shower cubicle. He loves sneaking in behind me, pressing me against the tiles and taking me hard from behind. I think we'd both miss that." "Well, at least a wet room has enough space to do this." Lucy dragged Georgina to the tiled floor and straddled her face. Georgina drew Lucy's hips down onto her mouth, lapping at the soft lips and searching out Lucy's clitoral hood with her tongue. She spread her own legs and felt Lucy's mouth press against her pussy. Georgina thought fleetingly that Lucy's resistance to anal sex was such a waste of an admittedly pretty ass. She knew Peter coveted it and she had to agree it looked perfect. Lucy's pussy tasted really good though, so she concentrated on what she could do to that. Lucy didn't think about anything. The first time they'd done this, it had all been too contrived – too much pressure to try something new. This time, she really wanted to taste Georgina's come and feel Georgina's tongue deep in her own snatch. It tasted delicious. It felt delicious. The hot water cascading over them just added to the sensations. Lucy came, shuddering and squealing in ecstasy. Georgina was only seconds behind her, tipped over the brink by the deluge of juices over her face. * * * * * Peter and Jean-Paul found their women head-to-toe on their backs, on the floor of the wet room. "Looks like we missed the foreplay." Peter said, announcing their arrival. Jean-Paul turned off the water and offered Lucy his hand to help her up, wrapping her in a big towel. "Darling, do you think you can entertain Peter for an hour or so in the guest room?" "There's a way to find out." Lucy took Peter's arm and hugged it to her. "C'mon. Jean-Paul wants to fuck your wife again and-" "And she'll love every minute-and-a-half of it." Peter interrupted. Jean-Paul contrived to look hurt at the slur on his manliness. Georgina, still spread across the floor, spread her legs wide and said. "If that's all it takes, I want two goes." "Slut!" said Lucy with a smile. "Hoe!" retorted Georgina, raising a hand to be helped to her feet. A large towel greeted her and strong Canadian arms wrapped her in it. "Lay on your duff and cursed be she who first cries Hold! Enough!" Jean-Paul said. "Do what?" Peter gave him a blank look. "It's from Shakespeare, or almost." Lucy had heard it before and had it explained to her. Sometimes it was easy to forget she lived with a geek – until he did or said something to remind her. "Macbeth." Jean-Paul elaborated, though Peter was none the wiser. "He found it in a sci-fi novel and looked it up." Lucy smirked at her boyfriend as she let the cat out of the bag. "Peter! Will you please take her... somewhere while I fuck your wife?" "It'll be my pleasure." Peter swept Lucy up into his arms to carry her off. "It'd better be mine too, or I'm sendin' you back to Georgie." Lucy clung to his neck and kissed him as he manoeuvred her feet past the doorframe. "Jean-Paul?" A little voice crept up to his ear from the bundle of warm curves and damp hair he was nuzzling. "Yes, Georgie?" "Can I have two goes anyway?" Jean-Paul lifted her off her feet and tossed her onto the bed. Georgina lay there and watched him strip off his shirt and shorts. When she saw his erection twang from the waistband of his underwear and point toward the ceiling, she knew she was in for a grand afternoon. Jean-Paul flipped her by her ankles so she was face down across the sheets then hauled her hips up to allow her to get her knees under her. His palms massaged her ass cheeks and the balls of his thumbs kneaded around her tiny anus. "Got any lube?" Georgina asked with a muffled voice. "Damn! No." But still be worked her ass with his thumbs, pressing right on the puckered sphincter now. "Save that for next time then. Right now, what I really want is for you to please put your gorgeous cock in my pussy." Georgina believed in asking politely. She grabbed two fistfuls of bedding for support as Jean-Paul acceded to her request. "Ahhh!" She sighed as his helmet pressed between her labia then sunk in and in until it encountered her cervix. She seized his cock, not wanting him to pull back to soon. She moaned as he fought the friction of her vaginal muscles, drawing back and pushing deliberately forward again and again. She worked her hips to compliment his rhythm, vaguely aware of her own moans of pleasure. Jean-Paul gripped her hips and drove his cock into the hot, cloying sheath of her pussy, feeling her squeeze and hold him, feeling her muscles tremble with fatigue as her third orgasm of the day crept nearer, feeling the pulse of blood pounding through their loins, keeping his cock hard, inflaming her labia and heating her insides as she sobbed incoherently into a pillow. He felt her long nails graze his balls as she reached for her clit. They might as well have been spurs in his haunches, driving him from a canter to a full gallop. He sprinted for the finish, slamming his hips into her quivering flesh with the urgency of a man possessed. Their climaxes hit like a train wreck, his back arching as he threw back his head, and roared in release. Georgina thrashed about the bed, clawing at the sheets as orgasmic shockwaves wracked her body and rocked her world. Still impaled on Jean-Paul's cock, she finally sagged forward, bringing him crashing down on top of her, breathing heavily from his exertions. * * * * * Lucy let her towel fall to the floor as they reached the guest room. Peter's sweater was a close second. Lucy turned into his embrace and reached for his face as she kissed him, opening her mouth to his and pressing her breasts to his bare chest. Peter's hands rested on her bottom – forbidden fruit that it was – pressing her hips against his. Lucy could feel how aroused he was through his chinos. One hand crept closer and closer to the cleft of her buttocks, lower and lower, closing the gap between that which he possessed and that which he coveted. Lucy felt Peter's fingers caressing the under-curve of her bottom, barely an inch from her anus. As she fenced with his tongue, an inch became three quarters, half, a quarter... Lucy tensed as one fingertip rested in the declivity of her sphincter, unmoving. She felt Peter's cock throb and harden even more – proof if she needed it that Georgina had spoken sooth about how much Peter was breaking the tenth commandment, coveting his neighbour's ass. Peter felt Lucy tense when he touched her anus and he knew he wasn't going to get any further than that touch. Still, it was progress. He let go of her and fumbled between their bodies to unfasten his trousers. Lucy knelt and took over the task of freeing his erection, taking Peter's cock into her mouth just as soon as it sprung to attention. She fondled his balls in one hand and pumped the bottom half of his shaft with the other as her tongue swirled around his glans and her teeth raked gently up and down him. She was good at this and knew it. She'd sucked Peter off before and he'd never lasted long. Wound up as he was now, she didn't expect to spend much time on her knees. She wasn't wrong. Peter grabbed her hair to steady himself as he grunted and spattered the back of Lucy's mouth with hot semen. She pumped his cock a few more times, milking several smaller doses from him before slowly withdrawing him from her mouth, cleaning his cock with her tongue as she went. As she kissed the very tip of his penis, hypersensitive after his orgasm, the acute sensation mad him flinch and his knees buckled, landing him on the foot of the bed. Lucy took the opportunity to slip his trousers off properly before joining him for a cuddle. "Damn girl! You're good at that." Peter drew her close and lightly kissed her forehead, not being too keen to taste her mouth right after he'd unloaded in it. "I know. It comes from lots of practice." "Jean-Paul appreciates his great good fortune I hope." "Does he strike you as someone who's not happy with his love life?" "Neither him nor you." "There are those who'd ask, if we're so fortunate, why are we fucking other people?" "Luce, I'm not dumb enough to think you're here with me because I can give you something J-P can't. The guy's a stud. He could work his way through the Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad and still come home and put in a good night's work." "You're right, Honey." Lucy smiled to herself. "So why am I here?" Peter asked her. "Because you and Georgina are our dearest friends and we trust you this much. Besides, variety is fun. Why d'you think you're here?... And if you think it involves what your finger's doing, think again." Lucy had noticed that Peter's finger had found its way to her anus again and was circling her sphincter like a predator. As soon as she mentioned it, the finger stopped. "Sorry. I'm forgetting myself." "Just don't go any further than that." She was aware of his cock, standing proud again. Jesus! If touching her ass got him that stiff that fast, who was she to complain? "Where were we?" "Why d'you think you're here?" "Oh yes. Because you and J-P are our dearest friends and we trust you this much. Because-" "Hey, that was my reason!" "It's still true... Because I crave young flesh." "Don't let Georgie hear you say that." "Did I interrupt you? No. So shut up, Wench and pay attention...to me, not that." He resolved to finish this conversation before finding a use for the stiffy Lucy's fingers were curled around. "Because variety is not just fun but truly the spice of life. And because..." Peter paused. He really shouldn't tell her this but he hated deceiving his dear friends about something so important. "Because I can't give Georgina a baby and Jean-Paul can." There! He'd said it. Now just lie back and wait for the shit to hit the fan. "Pardon?" Lucy sat up. Had she heard him right? Peter improvised. "I'm sterile. I know Georgina wants a baby and I kinda hope that Jean-Paul will knock her up." He looked at Lucy solemnly. "Did you plan all this?" Lucy's shocked, stunned by Peter's revelation.