Update 10
I set the candles around the edges of the room and lit them with the long matches Gina had used for the fireplace. Because it was a gas fireplace it did not let off the heat of a wood one, but it would be enough to keep away any night chills.
When I was finished the room was still pretty dark. If I remembered correctly…yes, the dining room light is on a dimmer switch. Just a little bit and then we should have a gentle light but still enough to see what we are doing.
By the time I started to unwrap the foil from the neck of the champagne bottle I had regained some of my calm. Despite all the prep, I truly did not think anything was really going to happen. This was real life, not Xavier’s column in Penthouse. We would drink the wine and play around and that was all.
My illusions and my calm demeanor were shattered in the same instant when I heard Sandy say my name in a whisper from the hallway. As I looked over at her and Gina, I knew I had indeed entered into new ground.
Gina was wearing a blue and black silk kimono style robe that reached mid thigh. Under it she wore a black lace garter belt and stockings. That was all. No bra and no panties. The robe was kept in such a way as to cover her nipples but I could see no straps or cups. There was even less ambiguity about the panties as I could clearly see the gentle curls and even from here could tell that she had trimmed the hair immediately around her pussy lips to so short a length she was almost bare.
Sandy wore a white lace sleeveless robe over a baby blue camisole and tap pants. Her erect nipples were poking hard into the thin material of the halter style top. Despite the daring of her dress and situation, the look on her face was shy and demure. Confidant she may be, but it seemed she was also a bit nervous about this.
That made two of us. I had just managed to stop the little micro-shakes I had been feeling by concentrating on mundane details like the lighting and champagne, but now they were back and much stronger than before. It wasn’t that I didn’t want this to be happening. Oh God did I want it! No, it was more that I did not believe it could be happening, and I was afraid I was going to say or do something to prevent it.
As she had been two months before, Gina was my savior. I had learned that Gina reacts differently to these situations then I do. She relishes and savors them. Just as she had put me at ease by taking control the night I lost my virginity to her, now I could see her gathering herself to accomplish the same with both me and Sandy.
Gina took Sandy’s hand and led her over to where I was kneeling by the edge of the coffee table with the champagne bottle in hand. She kneeled down on the quilt next to me and pulled Sandy down as well.
“Open it Lance,” ordered my girlfriend, “I think we all could do with a drink. Sandy weren’t there strawberries too?”
“I put them in the fridge. Should I get them?”
No, but if you could hand me my wine glass while our big, strong man opens this bottle…”
I set the candles around the edges of the room and lit them with the long matches Gina had used for the fireplace. Because it was a gas fireplace it did not let off the heat of a wood one, but it would be enough to keep away any night chills.
When I was finished the room was still pretty dark. If I remembered correctly…yes, the dining room light is on a dimmer switch. Just a little bit and then we should have a gentle light but still enough to see what we are doing.
By the time I started to unwrap the foil from the neck of the champagne bottle I had regained some of my calm. Despite all the prep, I truly did not think anything was really going to happen. This was real life, not Xavier’s column in Penthouse. We would drink the wine and play around and that was all.
My illusions and my calm demeanor were shattered in the same instant when I heard Sandy say my name in a whisper from the hallway. As I looked over at her and Gina, I knew I had indeed entered into new ground.
Gina was wearing a blue and black silk kimono style robe that reached mid thigh. Under it she wore a black lace garter belt and stockings. That was all. No bra and no panties. The robe was kept in such a way as to cover her nipples but I could see no straps or cups. There was even less ambiguity about the panties as I could clearly see the gentle curls and even from here could tell that she had trimmed the hair immediately around her pussy lips to so short a length she was almost bare.
Sandy wore a white lace sleeveless robe over a baby blue camisole and tap pants. Her erect nipples were poking hard into the thin material of the halter style top. Despite the daring of her dress and situation, the look on her face was shy and demure. Confidant she may be, but it seemed she was also a bit nervous about this.
That made two of us. I had just managed to stop the little micro-shakes I had been feeling by concentrating on mundane details like the lighting and champagne, but now they were back and much stronger than before. It wasn’t that I didn’t want this to be happening. Oh God did I want it! No, it was more that I did not believe it could be happening, and I was afraid I was going to say or do something to prevent it.
As she had been two months before, Gina was my savior. I had learned that Gina reacts differently to these situations then I do. She relishes and savors them. Just as she had put me at ease by taking control the night I lost my virginity to her, now I could see her gathering herself to accomplish the same with both me and Sandy.
Gina took Sandy’s hand and led her over to where I was kneeling by the edge of the coffee table with the champagne bottle in hand. She kneeled down on the quilt next to me and pulled Sandy down as well.
“Open it Lance,” ordered my girlfriend, “I think we all could do with a drink. Sandy weren’t there strawberries too?”
“I put them in the fridge. Should I get them?”
No, but if you could hand me my wine glass while our big, strong man opens this bottle…”