On one of my visits to Linda's little country house about 40 miles south of Richmond, I got to meet her new nextdoor neighbor Barbara. Barb was a college student,... some sort of athlete,... she did the parallel bars and stuff like that. And she was pretty big, too,... six feet tall and well muscled. She dwarfed the tiny Linda. Barb was renting a mobile home nextdoor to Linda's little cottage,.... I guess she was about twenty,..... Linda and I were mid-thirties.
Barb dropped in three or four times a day,... we would have lunch or exchange garden vegetables. She even showed an interest in my writing, and gave me some work-out pointers. She always wore flip-flops, and her feet were beautiful,..... a fact that Linda also commented on. But I noticed that every time she departed. Linda would escort her to the front door, and they would have a little kiss on the cheek at the door. I thought this was 'way cool and I asked Linda about it. The incidents with Angie and Jeannie were still fresh in mind, have no fear. Linda grinned and admitted that she was attracted to Barbara.
"Is Barbara attracted to you?" I asked,..."It certainly seems so." Linda was hesitant to try to answer that,..... but she said she wouldn't mind playing around a little. "I wonder what that would consist of?" I countered. Linda bit her lip and seemed at at loss for breath. "What do you think?" she replied.
The next day I was out under the hood of my old GTO. I'm a terrible mechanic, but I was giving it a shot. Barb wandered over from nextdoor.
"Hey M.,... whatcha doin'...?" We spent approximately one minute discussing my mechanical inepitude, and then I just blurted out, "Y'know, Linda would love to make out with you." Barb looked like I had just dropped a brick on her head. But she regained her composure fairly quickly.
"That would be fun," she said,..... "I've thought about it, too,..... but wouldn't you mind?" "She's your girlfriend." I smiled at this.
"No, I wouldn't mind. I want Linda to have all the fun she can have. Maybe we just need a PLAN. The first thing you need to do is just kiss her. Kiss her as hard as you can. And it wouldn't hurt if you tickled her feet"
"How's that?"
"Just tickle her feet. She likes it."
And a plan was hatched. We enacted possibly the most detailed "act-out" ever. Of course we had to clue Linda in,... but she was pretty agreeable from the start. Barb and I went into the house and accosted Linda in the middle of laundry. We told her the plan. Here's how it went.
At about 5pm, Linda went over to Barb's place,...... I have no idea what they did while they were there. At 7pm, they were to be my dinner guests,... the nextdoor lesbian couple,... and I made a fantastic dinner. They showed up on time,... came in the door arms entwined,.... shorts, t-shirts and barefoot,..... sat on the sofa and instantly started kissing and fondling each other,..... Linda was in heaven. At one point Barb said to me, "I'm about to put my hand under your girlfriend's shirt,.... you still ok with that?." Linda laughed her head off at this,.... I said "Put both hands."
We drank wine and the girls cuddled on the sofa. Linda's leg ended up extended across Barbara's lap,... and her delicate little toes got tickled,... Linda squealing delightedly. The girls kissed and kissed. They were beautiful to watch.
Dinnertime. Barb and Linda practically sat in the same damn chair,..... fed each other with their fingers,.. played footsie,.... and I sat across the table talking politics and economics,.... but I don't think they paid much attention to me. Actually at one point, I got Barb to put her foot in my lap,.... she wasn't very ticklish, but it was still nice.
When dinner was over, the girls went back to the sofa. Linda was totally conscious that it was arousing for me to see her kissing Barb. The two of them lay out full length on the sofa, and I took this as an invitation to sit on the floor at their feet,.... but when my kisses tickled Linda, it interrupted their making out,... Barb told me to stop tickling Linda,... but she didn't seem to mind if I slurped on her own toes,... she was immune. Besides, she was much more interested in Linda,.... she probably never felt my tongue between her toes.
The evening ended sort of awkwardly,...... there was going to be no three-way,.... Barb had to go home,... Linda wanted to make love with me,... but she still escorted Barb to the front door and kissed her brains out. I watched them at the door,..... knowing that in a day or two, I would be back at the Bay,.... and they would be here. Maybe I "hooked them up." Hard to say. But the next time Linda showed up at my place on the Bay, she was not the shy little girl I knew from before.
Barb dropped in three or four times a day,... we would have lunch or exchange garden vegetables. She even showed an interest in my writing, and gave me some work-out pointers. She always wore flip-flops, and her feet were beautiful,..... a fact that Linda also commented on. But I noticed that every time she departed. Linda would escort her to the front door, and they would have a little kiss on the cheek at the door. I thought this was 'way cool and I asked Linda about it. The incidents with Angie and Jeannie were still fresh in mind, have no fear. Linda grinned and admitted that she was attracted to Barbara.
"Is Barbara attracted to you?" I asked,..."It certainly seems so." Linda was hesitant to try to answer that,..... but she said she wouldn't mind playing around a little. "I wonder what that would consist of?" I countered. Linda bit her lip and seemed at at loss for breath. "What do you think?" she replied.
The next day I was out under the hood of my old GTO. I'm a terrible mechanic, but I was giving it a shot. Barb wandered over from nextdoor.
"Hey M.,... whatcha doin'...?" We spent approximately one minute discussing my mechanical inepitude, and then I just blurted out, "Y'know, Linda would love to make out with you." Barb looked like I had just dropped a brick on her head. But she regained her composure fairly quickly.
"That would be fun," she said,..... "I've thought about it, too,..... but wouldn't you mind?" "She's your girlfriend." I smiled at this.
"No, I wouldn't mind. I want Linda to have all the fun she can have. Maybe we just need a PLAN. The first thing you need to do is just kiss her. Kiss her as hard as you can. And it wouldn't hurt if you tickled her feet"
"How's that?"
"Just tickle her feet. She likes it."
And a plan was hatched. We enacted possibly the most detailed "act-out" ever. Of course we had to clue Linda in,... but she was pretty agreeable from the start. Barb and I went into the house and accosted Linda in the middle of laundry. We told her the plan. Here's how it went.
At about 5pm, Linda went over to Barb's place,...... I have no idea what they did while they were there. At 7pm, they were to be my dinner guests,... the nextdoor lesbian couple,... and I made a fantastic dinner. They showed up on time,... came in the door arms entwined,.... shorts, t-shirts and barefoot,..... sat on the sofa and instantly started kissing and fondling each other,..... Linda was in heaven. At one point Barb said to me, "I'm about to put my hand under your girlfriend's shirt,.... you still ok with that?." Linda laughed her head off at this,.... I said "Put both hands."
We drank wine and the girls cuddled on the sofa. Linda's leg ended up extended across Barbara's lap,... and her delicate little toes got tickled,... Linda squealing delightedly. The girls kissed and kissed. They were beautiful to watch.
Dinnertime. Barb and Linda practically sat in the same damn chair,..... fed each other with their fingers,.. played footsie,.... and I sat across the table talking politics and economics,.... but I don't think they paid much attention to me. Actually at one point, I got Barb to put her foot in my lap,.... she wasn't very ticklish, but it was still nice.
When dinner was over, the girls went back to the sofa. Linda was totally conscious that it was arousing for me to see her kissing Barb. The two of them lay out full length on the sofa, and I took this as an invitation to sit on the floor at their feet,.... but when my kisses tickled Linda, it interrupted their making out,... Barb told me to stop tickling Linda,... but she didn't seem to mind if I slurped on her own toes,... she was immune. Besides, she was much more interested in Linda,.... she probably never felt my tongue between her toes.
The evening ended sort of awkwardly,...... there was going to be no three-way,.... Barb had to go home,... Linda wanted to make love with me,... but she still escorted Barb to the front door and kissed her brains out. I watched them at the door,..... knowing that in a day or two, I would be back at the Bay,.... and they would be here. Maybe I "hooked them up." Hard to say. But the next time Linda showed up at my place on the Bay, she was not the shy little girl I knew from before.
