Becky’s First Time

"I never would have guessed that." Sandy told me. "She shouldn't have a problem finding someone if she's serious, she's gorgeous."

"Well, I'd like to talk to you about that." I told her. She looked at me with intrigue. "She wants to try it, but she's too shy. She'd never be able to approach someone, she's too nervous about it. I was wondering if you'd be able to help me."

"Go on." She answered, with a smile spread across her lips.

"I think you're a beautiful woman, and I know you've said you find Becky attractive. I think you're the perfect woman for us." I admitted.

"I might be willing." She replied. "See what she says and let me know."

"Well, that's just it. The thing is I know she won't be willing to go through with it if I ask her. I was thinking maybe we could just present the opportunity to her, when she feels comfortable." I explained.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Here's what I was thinking." I answered. "I'll tell her I invited you and your boyfriend over for dinner."

"That's a problem." She interrupted. "What boyfriend? I don't have one."

"I know that!" I answered. "Call us the night we're having you over and say your boyfriend is working late or something. You know she'll just tell you to come by yourself. It'll be perfect."

"What if she catches on?" Sandy asked me.

"Don't worry, she'll have no idea." I assured her. "But you'll have to make the first move. She didn't believe me when I told her before that you were bi."

Sandy thought it over for a few moments. "Set it up stud. I'm in." She answered enthusiastically.

I smiled and shook her hand. That night, I rushed home. Over dinner, I mentioned to Becky that Sandy had been asking about her. Becky spoke up and said, "Oh that's nice of her, I haven't seen her in a while."

I seized the opportunity and said, "Apparently she's been seeing some guy for awhile, and maybe we should have them over for dinner or something?

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Becky answered. "See if they're busy this Friday."

"No problem." I answered.

The next morning I told Sandy immediately when she came in. It was already Wednesday, so we wouldn't have to wait long. "So am I finally going to see that pecker of yours? She asked.

"I don't know, Sandy." I answered sheepishly. I don't know how she'd feel about me being involved. I plan on just watching unless the circumstances change."

She smiled and said, "Oh, too bad but maybe they will change." She then licked her lips and laughed.

That Friday I stopped by Sandy's desk at around noon and told her to call Becky and tell her that her boyfriend couldn't make it. Sandy put the call on the speakerphone so I could listen. Just as planned, Becky told Sandy she should come anyway.

"Well I live in the city and I take the bus to work. I'll have to go all the way home and pick up my car, then drive out to your house." Sandy told her.

"Don't worry about all that just have John give you a lift home, I’m sure he’d be glad to."

"Oh, I don't want to be a problem." Sandy continued, as she looked at me and smiled.

"Stop it Sandy!" Becky replied. "It's not a problem at all, I'm sure he won't mind."

I shook my head and smiled at Sandy.

"Okay, fine." Sandy told my wife. "I'll see you later tonight then!"

Sandy leapt from her chair and hugged me after hanging up. "Looks good!" she said.

"Looks good." I answered.

The drive home that night was filled with excitement and anticipation. Sandy looked great. She'd worn a flowing yellow sundress with little flowers on it and brown leather sandals that showed off her cute little feet, with their purple toenails. The dress showed off her great calves and even much of her thighs as she sat next to me. It took all my restraint from touching her then, and I knew it'd be ten times tougher later that evening if all went as planned. I was wearing a linen shirt and a pair of khakis that did little to hide the bulge in my pants. "You better calm down!" Sandy said. "If you're getting that excited just thinking about it, what'll you do when it really happens?" We both laughed as I pulled into the driveway. 

As we got out of the car, I took Sandy's hand and led her to the door. "I have to admit John, I'm a little nervous." Sandy confided in me. 

"How do you think I feel?" I responded.

"I've known both of you so long, what if it backfires?" she asked.

"It won't, don't worry." I reassured her.

When we entered the house, Becky was in the kitchen. I called out when we entered and she came out to greet us. She and Sandy extended their arms and gave each other a big hug. "It's so good to see you!" Becky exclaimed.

"Too long!" Sandy agreed.

Becky looked great. She was wearing a tight black and red blouse that showed off her perky tits and a knee-length black skirt that accentuated her ass. I had noticed Sandy taking in every inch of her as she had come to greet us.

"You have perfect timing; I just finished putting everything on the table." Becky told me.

We headed into the dining room and dug in. Dinner went great. I got a little nervous when Becky asked Sandy about her boyfriend, but Sandy reacted quickly making up some lame story. Luckily, Becky bought it. The two of them finished off a bottle of wine over dinner, which helped out for what was later to happen.

After dinner, we headed into the family room and broke open another bottle of wine. We made the usual small talk about work, and friends, and the world. Sandy looked at me a few times and flashed a quick smile. The two of them were sitting on the couch while I sat to the side in a recliner. Everything seemed to be going well. Becky was pretty buzzed, and Sandy had been flirting like crazy. As they talked, Sandy would occasionally reach out and touch Becky's arm or hand. A few times, Becky reached out and touched Sandy's hand, caressing it. It was a small thing, but not for Becky; she's not the touchy-feely type at all. Becky was telling Sandy about our trip to Mexico, when she got up to go get the pictures from the trip. She stumbled as she got up. "Uh-oh, I better watch myself." She giggled. 

When she left the room, Sandy and I looked at each other. She just smiled at me and nodded her head and said, "It's going great!"

"I hope so." I answered as Becky re-entered. She sat down on the couch close to Sandy so they could both see the pictures. Becky flipped through the pictures explaining each one with excruciating detail. When they came upon one of Becky in a bathing suit, Sandy stopped her. 

"Wow, you've got an amazing body!" Sandy told her.

"Are you kidding?" Becky answered. "You better look a little closer!"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Sandy congratulated her. "You're beautiful; I wish I looked that good!"

"You think I'm being ridiculous?" Becky asked. "Look in the mirror; I'd kill to have your body!"

I was startled by Sandy's answer to that.

"Then it's all yours!" Sandy replied. As she answered, she looked directly into Becky's arms and smiled.

Becky blushed and looked away for a moment, then looked back at Sandy. My wife smiled then flipped the photo book to the next page. Sandy reached out and grazed her fingertips up Becky's forearm. Becky looked down at her fingers, then up at her face. Sandy leaned in and gave Becky a soft but quick kiss on the lips, then pulled her lips a few inches away. Becky smiled and flicked her tongue over her lips. That was all Sandy needed and she leaned in and kissed Becky again, only this one was much different. It was easily the hottest kiss I'd ever seen. I could see a string of saliva connecting their lips when Sandy pulled back. Even after being kissed twice, I wasn't sure if my wife actually kissed back. It didn't matter though, because Becky reached out and pulled Sandy into her and initiated another kiss. This time their tongues became intertwined, and I could see the passion building between them. It was as if I wasn't even in the room as they made out like a pair of teenagers. As they kissed, Sandy began lightly grazing Becky's knee with her hand. Becky jumped at first, but settled in. As Sandy inched higher onto my wife's thigh, she broke the kiss. "Maybe we should move into the bedroom." Sandy sighed. Becky stood up and took our friend's hand. Neither of them even glanced at me as they headed back to our bedroom. I followed closely behind and sat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom.