Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: The wide open spaces of central New South Wales, Australia
|Introduction: An off duty cop meets up with two sexy young lawyers|
I think I’m a pretty average guy. You know, medium build, medium complexion, medium brown hair, average looks. When I say “average looks,” I mean I’m no Brad Pitt, but then nobody ever got me confused with Quasimodo, either. Kind of a happy medium, you could say.
Maybe I’m a little a taller than average, but that helped me get into the state police force, so that was a good thing, but generally speaking, I don’t think I stand out in a crowd. I joined the force at twenty, practically straight out of high school, and I love my job, but seven years later, I felt like I was in a rut. Not because of the job by any means, but because of the way my personal life was at the time.
I had met Stacey at work, when she was involved in a minor fender bender, and I was in the marked car dispatched to take a report of the prang. The other driver was getting aggressive with her when we got there, even though it was just a bit of bent metal, and the insurance company would happily fix everything, so I had a little discussion with him about his attitude. Problem solved, and then I looked at Stacey, and our eyes met over the crumpled front end of her Mitsubishi, and the rest was history. Or maybe, I was history, I’m not sure which, but anyway, Stacey and I became an item. Next thing, we were moved in together, and we started on our journey towards the whole catastrophe: marriage, mortgage, kids, family, responsibility. I wanted those things too, but my journey towards them wasn’t as fast as Stacey wanted it to be, and after two years, she broke it off with me, and moved back in with her parents.
People often say a change is as good as a holiday. I guess when Stacey dumped me, I didn’t really need a holiday, but I sure needed something, so I thought a change of scene might do me some good.
I’d worked at a couple of suburban stations in Sydney since I joined The Job, but newly single again, and feeling kind of bruised all over after losing Stacey, I confided in an old detective senior sergeant, called Bevan McManus, about how messed up things were for me at the time. Bevan had kind of taken me under his wing for some reason, back when I first arrived at his command, even though I worked in uniform and wasn’t even one of his detectives, and he told me we needed to go to a local boozer after work that day, to discuss things.
After work, Bevan and I had headed off to a little pub down the street from the police station, and we found ourselves a comfortable spot where we could sit and talk over a beer or two. “If I were you, Adam, I go to the country for a couple of years,” he said, “and spend some time out there with those big horizons.” He smiled his big, rough-hewn smile, took a swallow of beer, and went on with, “Country policing is a whole different kettle of fish from working here in Sydney. Trust me on that. The people are different, the work is different, it’s just a whole new experience. You’ll love it.”
“I never thought of that,” I answered, truthfully.
“Listen,” Bevan said, “Go and do a few years out in the west, while you’re still single, and you’ll come back a better policeman for it. Anywhere you like, as long as it’s over the Blue Mountains. It’ll do you good, son.” That beery discussion, after work that day, kind of settled it, and I started paying attention to the personnel notices to see what was on offer.
Before long, I put in for a transfer to a medium sized city in the middle of the state, a few hours west of Sydney, and I made the move. I was Sydney born and bred, and I saw this country posting as a kind of new beginning for me.
Three weeks after I started at my new command, I started work on a day shift, on a Friday morning, and the supervisor put me in a car crew with a young probationary constable called Paula. When you work with a rookie, you have to think for two people, and in addition to keeping a closer eye on your partner, you have to do everything one hundred and ten percent right, so they’re not picking up any bad habits from you right at the start of their career. That’s how I looked at it, anyway, but I can tell you, watching over Paula was no hardship, because she was pretty easy on the eye, even in her police uniform.
After we started driving around together, I thought I’d suss out if she had a man in her life, but when she told me her guy was an infantry lance corporal, I decided she was off limits. Nobody with any brains messes around with a girl whose boyfriend carries an assault rifle at work.
About an hour into our shift, we arrested a young guy in possession of a stolen laptop. We knew it was stolen when he tried to throw it over a fence and act invisible when he saw the police car, and while we were speaking to him, a lady ran around the corner, spotted us, and told us someone had just stolen her laptop from her car outside the city library. I guess we didn’t need a deerstalker hat and a magnifying glass to solve this particular crime, and we got some partial admissions from our new friend at the scene, and took him back to the station to charge him.
The crook was a guy named Jamie Jerritt, and it seemed luck just wasn’t on his side that day, because when the supervising sergeant checked him out on Criminal Records, he found he was already on bail for housebreaking offences, so he refused bail on our charge, and it looked like the guy was going to spend the weekend in the cells. Not long after that, the supervisor called me into his office, and said Jerritt was seeing his legal aid lawyer as we spoke, and his lawyer had been able to get a bail review squeezed in at two o’clock, at the courthouse next door. He told me to grab Paula, have an early lunch, and be ready to escort the prisoner to court for a 2pm appearance.
I left the supervisor’s office, to head down towards the muster room to get Paula, and I saw the door opening from the room that was set aside for lawyers to interview their clients in custody. After only three weeks in town, I didn’t know any of the local legal fraternity, but as the door opened, I saw a rather petite asian lady stepping out, with a look of solemn determination on her face. She looked around the station foyer, while I checked her out discretely from the doorway to the supervisor’s office.
The legal aid lawyer was small built, say about five feet two, and slim, but with a few nice curves just the same. She had shiny, medium length black hair, pulled into a ponytail, and a pretty, oval shaped, asian face, so I guessed she was probably Chinese, or of Chinese descent. She was wearing a conservative dark grey blouse, with long sleeves, and her grey checkered skirt was short, but not too short to be unprofessional at work. Her legs were shapely, and she was wearing low-heeled shoes.
The legal aid lawyer was carrying some charge papers in one hand, and a brief case in the other, and she walked across to me, and said, “I’m looking for Senior Constable,” and she paused to read from her charge papers, and said, “Brooks.” She looked at my name badge, and said, “Oh, that’s you.”
“Yes,” I said, meeting her gaze, “What can I do for you?”
“I need to speak to you about my client,” she said, with a serious tone, “I’m from the legal aid office, and I’m representing Mr Jerritt.”
I was about to ask if she wanted to come to an office to speak, but before I spoke, she added, “I’m a little concerned about some of the questioning of my client at the scene, and after you brought him back here.”
I told her I thought everything was in order, but she began to lecture me about admissibility, and the rules of evidence, and how, in her opinion, some parts of our interview were not admissible. I couldn’t believe she was lecturing me in the police station foyer like that, and I butted in and said, “Look, I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to discuss court procedure with you in the foyer like this. If you believe we haven’t acted correctly, you need to speak to the Commander, not me.”
“No,” she said, still looking serious, “I don’t think that will be necessary, but I’ll be bringing up at the bail review.”
“Well,” I said, trying to avoid further argument, “That’s the place, not here. Not with me, here, like this.” Then, I realised that I should inform the supervisor about the conversation with the offender’s lawyer, to cover myself, so I said, “Look, I have to make a record of this conversation with you. Can I have your name?”
Her response surprised me. “Monique,” she said, giving me a pretty smile, tilting her head, with a hint of a giggle, as though we were meeting at a party or something.
“I need your last name as well,” I said, keeping it professional, but still aware of the tone of her first answer.
“Monique Nguyen,” she replied, now a little more serious again.
I don’t know what made me say this, but I guess I was just thinking out loud, and I said, “That’s Vietnamese, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she said, as though it was obvious, which of course it was.
I felt like I had to explain why I had said that, so I said, “Sorry, I thought you must have been Chinese,” but if anything, that made me look more like a tool.
“That’s okay,” Monique said, “We all look the same, anyway.” Her face was expressionless, as she held eye contact. In another time, people might have said she looked, “inscrutable,” but that was then, and this was now.
“I didn’t say that, you did,” I said, keeping my tone light. The last thing I wanted was to invite a complaint that I was racist, so I said, “That was pretty funny. Am I allowed to laugh?”
“That’s up to you,” Monique said, with just the faintest hint of a smile herself, “Anyway, I’ll see at two o’clock, constable.”
She walked briskly to the door, with her ponytail swishing with each step, and then out into the street, and as I watched her walking, from behind, I thought, That’s a neat little package.
Shortly before two o’clock, Paula and I escorted the prisoner through a tunnel that led from the station cell complex downstairs, to the courthouse holding cells, and then the courtroom, where I saw Miss Nguyen waiting to speak to him. Paula and I secured him in the dock, and stood back as far as practicable, to allow privacy, while Miss Nguyen whispered a few words to him, and the magistrate called on the prosecutor to make his submission on bail.
The prosecutor kept his submission short and simple, and then it was Miss Nguyen’s turn to speak. I watched her from behind again, as she stood up to address the magistrate, and I noticed that her checkered skirt was following the curve of her hips, and the shape of her thighs, and I thought to myself, She’s got a nice little body. I’ll bet she’s got a cute little arse under that skirt.
When Miss Nguyen spoke, I was a little surprised that, instead of just highlighting anything in favour of her client’s eligibility for bail, she went straight into attacking the admissibility of our evidence, even questioning whether we had grounds to arrest her client in the first place. Naturally, I found that laughable, and even after the magistrate tried to steer her back onto the issues of bail, she continued on with her views on the lack of admissible evidence. Then, I saw the magistrate do something I had never seen before, and I have never seen since, saying to her, “Miss Nguyen, you do have a law degree, don’t you?”
I felt almost embarrassed for her myself, hearing the beak asking her a question like that, but after saying, “I most certainly do, Your Honour,” Miss Nguyen started back on the same track. Then, after a further short discussion, the magistrate himself refused bail, and instructed us to return the prisoner to the cells. I saw Miss Nguyen turn from her place at the solicitor’s table, and walk towards the door, and as she looked over at me on the way out, I could have sworn that her pretty, Vietnamese face was giving me a dirty look.
Over the next couple of weeks, I saw Miss Nguyen at the station a few times, when she visited clients, and in time I got a notification of a hearing date for Jamie Jerritt’s case. I wondered idly what sort of cross-examination I was likely to get from Miss Nguyen, because I had found that legal aid lawyers were usually inexperienced, and generally only stayed there long enough to get some experience, before moving into private practice, where the money was, and of course, I had no idea how long she’d been practising law.
Life went on, as it does, and three weeks after I arrested Jerritt, I had my first four-day break since I started at my new station. My days off started on a Friday, giving me a free weekend for a change, but apart from the cops I had met so far, I didn’t really know anybody in town, so I thought it was time to get out and see if I could meet a few new people. I had found myself a small one-bedroom apartment, over a corner delicatessen in an older residential part of town, and I had also found that there was a tavern not far away from there. The tavern was known as a young person’s nightspot, and it was an easy fifteen-minute walk from my place, so I decided it was just the place to sample the social life in my new city.
That night, I dressed casually, in a polo shirt and jeans, thinking I’d eat in the bistro at the tavern. I headed downstairs a little before 7pm, and I walked down to the tavern, taking my time, but even then, it was les than a quarter of an hour later when I walked in the door. I saw that the place looked pretty promising, with a fair crowd of mostly young people, and I could hear music coming from the upstairs section.
I looked around, but I didn’t see anyone I knew, which was hardly unexpected, but I had thought I might have at least spotted another off-duty cop or two. I found the bistro, had a quick meal, and then headed out to one of the main bars, to sample the nightlife in my new town.
I bought a beer, and stood back from the service area, to suss the place out. Without even thinking about it, my cop instincts kicked in, and I found myself looking for exits, checking out groups of people, and noting the layout of the place, but when I realised what I was doing, I told myself, You’re here for a beer, dickhead, but old habits die hard.
Just then, I heard a female voice to my right, saying, “Hello, officer.” A cop can meet up to fifty or more people in a week’s work, with traffic stops, taking reports, counter inquiries, and stuff like that, but most people might only talk to half a dozen cops in a year. That means people often recognise us, when we don’t remember them, and if a cop meets someone off duty, after he’s met them at work, he often has think for a moment about how he met them. Did you issue them a ticket, perhaps, or maybe they just reported something to you. Obviously, the circumstances under which you met them at work can affect the way they respond to you off duty.
I looked over to my right, and I saw Monique Nguyen, the pretty little Vietnamese legal aid lawyer, sitting at a table, along with another equally pretty girl on her left. Monique was wearing a short, black linen skirt, and matching sleeveless vest, open at the front, over a cream coloured short-sleeve blouse. She was wearing black high-heels, and she looked smart and sophisticated in that outfit, but her shiny black hair in a ponytail added that little touch of girl-next-door.
“Hello,” I said, giving her a smile. I wasn’t sure what to say next, given our last encounter.
“So, they let you out for a night, did they?” Monique said, smiling up from her chair.
“Yeah,” answered, “I must have done something good, maybe scored some brownie points with the boss, or something.” I looked over at Monique’s companion, and back at her, and Monique said, “Oh, how rude of me! This is Eva Beresova. She works with me.”
“Pleased to meet you, Eva,” I said, “My name’s Adam. I met Miss Nguyen at work a few weeks back.” After I said that, it occurred to me that she might have thought I was one of Monique’s clients, but as I pondered whether to clarify, Eva said, “Yes, she told me about you when we saw you coming in.”
“Oh,” I said, in surprise, “I didn’t know I was being watched.” I wasn’t sure what to say next, considering the circumstances, but then after a moment or two, Monique said, “You don’t know anybody here, do you, Adam?” She gave me a slightly ironic smile.
“Not really,” I answered, “I’m pretty new in town.”
“Then, why don’t you join Eva and me?” she said, “Come and sit with us.” She was now smiling, welcoming me.
I thought for a moment about the fact that she was representing a person I had arrested, and the case was still before the courts, and about whether it was appropriate for me to socialise with her, but Monique said, “Come on, Adam, we’re not the enemy, just the opposition.”
“You realise we’ve still got a case pending, don’t you?” I said. I would have been more than happy to sit there with two pretty girls, but I had to think about the realities.
“Well,” Monique said, “To tell you the truth, we’re both leaving the legal aid office fairly soon.” I met her gaze, and she added, “So, Mr Jerritt will have a new lawyer by the time his case gets heard, anyway.”
“So, you may as well join us,” Eva added, “We’re having a drink to celebrate our new careers.”
“I see,” I said, sitting down, opposite the two girls at their table, “So where are you going, then?” I said, looking at Monique.
“I’ve got a position at Tattersall Comstock,” Monique said, “I start in three weeks.” She sounded pleased with herself, as she deserved to be. Tattersall Comstock was a Sydney firm, and they were well-regarded in legal circles. I had been rigorously cross-examined by a couple of their associates a few times in my career, and I knew they only took on lawyers with a degree of talent about them.
“You’ll be playing A-grade down there, with those guys,” I said, giving her a smile, and adding “Congratulations on getting in.”
Monique acknowledged my congratulations, and I looked at Eva, and said, “What about you?”
“I’m off to Melbourne next month,” she answered, “I got a spot with Duncan, Lomax and Tuckey. They’re corporate layers, so I’m starting at the bottom, but I’m ambitious, and corporate law is where I want to be.” She smiled, and it occurred to me that for such an ambitious young lawyer, she had such an incredibly girlish smile.
We had a little more conversation, mainly about the two ladies’ career ambitions, and then Eva got up to buy a round of drinks, so I had a good look at her for the first time. She was about average height, and slim built, moderately curvy, with boobs that were modestly-sized, but nicely-shaped, and she had long, wavy dark brown hair, that was almost black. She had big brown eyes, and slightly chiselled features, and a pretty, slightly pouting mouth. Her complexion had a mild tan, and she had long and very shapely legs. I guessed she was in about her late twenties, and she was wearing a pale lilac coloured tank top, with a short denim skirt, and sandals, so she looked casual, but sexy.
I watched Eva standing at the bar, waiting for service, and I have to say I was pretty impressed with what I was seeing, and I looked back at Monique, who was aware I was looking. Our eyes met, and she didn’t actually smile, but I could see she was amused that I was checking out her friend.
“So,” I said to Monique, “you two are good friends?”
“Not just friends,” Monique answered, “We’re flatmates as well.”
“I see,” I said, and I added, more to keep the conversation going than any other reason, “So I guess you must get on well together.”
“We get on very well,” she answered, and added, “Eva and I are really great friends.”
Eva came back with two Vodka Cruisers and a beer, and set them down on the table. She slid the beer across to me, giving me her pretty smile, and took a sip of her own drink.
“Where are you from?” I said to Eva, across the table.
Sydney,” she replied, “but my parents are from the Czech Republic. They came here before I was born. My dad still talks about Czechoslovakia.”
“So, Beresova’s a Czech name?” I asked.
Eva nodded, and smiled at Monique, saying, “And Monique here is from Viet-namatta,” using a nickname for the Sydney suburb of Cabramatta, with its high population of Vietnamese immigrants and their descendants.
Monique poked her pretty, pink tongue out at Eva, and said to me, “My parents were boat people,” referring to the first wave of refugees from Vietnam, who came to Australia after the war.
“And you grew up to be a lawyer,” I said, seriously, “They must be proud of you.”
“I hope so,” Monique said, modestly, sipping her vodka. We kept talking, and the girls asked me about my job, how long I’d been a cop, whether I liked it, where I grew up, and stuff like that. They talked a little about their work, and we got onto a few other subjects, like music, what bands we liked, what movies we’d seen recently, and all sorts of things. I was really enjoying myself, sitting here with these two beautiful girls, but the thought crossed my mind that they were probably out of my league.
They were two young lawyers, moving up in their careers, and a guy like me wouldn’t stand a chance with either of them, so even as I sat there, talking, sharing a few laughs, enjoying a couple of drinks, I kind of knew it would never go any further. Even so, I began to wonder if it was out of the question to put any sort of moves on one of them. That of course, led to the question of which one to work on. They were both beautiful, both smart, and neither one had mentioned anything about a guy yet, or said anything to suggest she was attached, but I was still unsure about making any moves. Maybe they’re into each other, I thought to myself.
After about two hours, I had still only had about four beers, so I was barely affected by alcohol, but our conversation was getting quite animated now, as the girls sipped on their vodkas, and talked about some of the good times they’d had since they met, and a few experiences they’d had with guys in the past. Although they didn’t tell me anything overly explicit, at least I now knew they weren’t girlfriends, in the lesbian sense, anyway.
They had also asked me about my own love life, and Eva in particular expressed sympathy when I told her about my breakup with Stacey. Even so, as much as I was enjoying their company, I was conscious that things were unlikely go any further, with either of them.
About that time, it was my turn to buy a round, so I got up to walk to the bar, and as I waited for service, I looked back to see Monique and Eva leaning together, having an earnest discussion about something. Both girls were smiling, and it almost looked as if they were planning something.
I walked back the table after buying the drinks, and I put them in front of the girls, and sat back in my chair. I took a mouthful of beer, and as I put my glass down, Monique leaned across the table, and said, “Adam, what can you tell me about a citizen’s arrest?”
“I would have thought you’d know as much about that as anyone,” I said, looking first at her, and then at Eva, and I smiled, and then added, “A couple of bright young lawyers like you two.”
“Yes,” Monique said, “We know all about the legalities,” and she leaned closer across the table, and went on with, “But what we want to know is, how do we go about making a citizen’s arrest.”
The question surprised me, and I said, “Why do you want to know that?”
Still leaning over the table, Monique said, “Because we want to perform a citizen’s arrest on you.”
I looked at Monique, and then at Eva, who was watching me, smirking mischievously, and I said, “What are you talking about?”
“You’re drunk and disorderly, Adam,” Monique said, with a hint of a smile, “so we want to take you into our custody.”
“For your own protection,” Eva added, “Plus, there’s the issue of public safety,” she continued, with a giggle.
“So, are you gonna cuff me?” I asked, playing along.
“Only if you resist,” Monique said, with a smile on her pretty Vietnamese face.
”But,” added Eva, “if you’re even thinking of resisting arrest, we have to warn you, we’re two highly trained legal professionals. Resistance is futile.”
“I’ll come quietly,” I said, smiling, “But what are you gonna do with me after you arrest me? You might find trouble locating an authorised justice at this hour.”
“We’ll take you to a place of safety,” Monique said, also smiling, “Our place in fact, where we have some vodka and some beer. That is, if you want to come with us.”
“I thought I was under arrest,” I said.
Monique smiled, and said, “Come on, let’s get a cab,” and she stood up, followed by Eva. I got up as well, and we walked to the front of the tavern, where there was a taxi rank, and we went to the first cab.
“Seeing you’re under citizen’s arrest, you’ll have to get in the back with us,” Eva said, smiling at me as she opened the back door, and she got in first, saying, “You have to sit in the middle. We can’t risk letting you escape lawful custody.”
I climbed in beside Eva, and then Monique got in next to me, on my left side. Monique gave the driver the address, and we headed across to the girls’ place. It was only a ten-minute drive, but it was quite enjoyable, sitting in between these two lovely women, in the back seat of the cab, and we continued chatting and laughing on the way. We stopped at a two-storey apartment block on the north side of town. and Monique paid the cabbie, and we climbed out. The girls took me up to their place on the upper floor, and as we walked up the stairs and along the corridor to their apartment, I had a vague feeling that this couldn’t be happening, even though it was, but the girls were both beautiful, and good company, so I told myself to just enjoy it while it lasts.
The girls took me into their apartment, and I saw it was modest, but tastefully furnished, and very neat. There was a three-seater couch, with two matching single seaters near it, in the living room, and the small kitchen was visible through an arched doorway off to the left. “Have a seat,” Monique said, “We’ve got vodka, beer, coffee, whatever you like. We’ve even got some red wine here somewhere.”
“Wine sounds good,” I said, and Monique found a bottle and poured one for me, while she and Eva opened a Vodka Cruiser each. I had sat on the left end of the three- seater couch, and I took a sip of wine, and put my glass on the coffee table. Monique came over and sat on one of the single seaters, and faced me, giving me a smile as she sipped her Cruiser. She put the bottle on the coffee table, and looked up at Eva, who was walking from the kitchen, and instead of sitting on the other single seater, Eva sat on the arm of Monique’s chair, on her left. They made eye contact and smiled at each other, and Monique said to me, “What do you think of our little place?”
“Nice little spot,” I said, looking around myself.
“We think so,” Monique said, “We’ve got it just the way we like it. It’s almost a shame to move away.” She looked back at up at Eva, sitting on the arm of her chair, and Eva shuffled a little closer to her, and then put her arm across Monique’s shoulders. They are into each other, I thought to myself.
The girls made eye contact again, and Eva said to Monique, “So, are you going to ask, or do you want me to?”
“Ask what?” I said, looking at them.
“Well,” Eva said, looking at me, “We were wondering if you’d like to, … ” and she paused, looking at Monique, then back at me, “if you’d like to stay the night with us.”
“Us? " I said, totally astonished.
“Yes, us,” Eva said, and as she said it, she looked down at Monique, and after they made eye contact for a moment, Eva leant down and kissed her on the mouth. I felt a hot wave of excitement pass through as these two beautiful women kissed, and then they broke their kiss and looked at me.
“Adam,” Monique said, smiling, “we like you, and we’d like to take you to bed with us.” Eva got off the arm of the couch, and then walked over to the couch and sat on the opposite end from me, while Monique stood up, and stepped over to the couch, and said, “Just sit in the middle, and we’ll explain.” I shuffled over to the middle cushion, and Monique sat down on my left. I was now between the two girls again.
“Eva and I are pretty close,” Monique said, looking past me at Eva, who smiled, and said, “Very close, in fact.” She turned on the couch, and lifted her legs, then sat sideways, so her shapely legs were draped over my lap, and her feet were on Monique’s lap. She smoothed her short skirt down modestly, and I felt a ripple of excitement in my belly as I thought about where this was leading, but I clasped my hands together, keeping them from resting on Eva’s legs in case I overstepped the mark, and then I looked at Eva’s face.
“I’ve been bisexual as long as I can remember,” Eva said, looking at me, then at Monique, and adding, “Miss Saigon over here is straight, but I’ve been teaching her a few girlie things, since we moved in together.”
“And I’ve been paying attention to the lessons,” Monique added, “but I’m still straight. Eva’s the only girl I’ve ever been with.” She smiled at me, and I saw Eva breathing on her fingernails, and pretending to polish them on her blouse.
“You’re probably wondering where you fit into all this,” Eva said, and she reached over with her left hand, and took hold of my hands, and placed them onto her thighs, on my lap. I kept them clasped together, thinking that even under these circumstances, I wasn’t going to cop a feel unless I was expressly invited.
“Am I that transparent?” I said, smiling at her.
“Monique and I don’t have boyfriends at the moment,” Eva said, “but we fool around together, and we have a lot of fun, keeping each other satisfied. We both like you, so Monique thought it might be fun to take you to bed with us.”
“Who said it was my idea?” Monique asked, smiling in mock outrage, “You brought the subject up.”
“I knew you wanted him,” Eva said, “I just thought we could make it more interesting if the three of us got together. Not that you needed much convincing.”
“She’s right,” Monique said, looking a little more serious, “I didn’t need much convincing.” She put her right hand on top of my two hands, clasped together on top of Eva’s thighs, and said, “What do you think, Adam? Would you like to spend the night with us? I think it’ll be fun.”
I looked at Eva, then at Monique’s pretty asian face, and I said, “Have you ever done this before?”
“No,” Monique said, and Eva just shook her head, and said, “Never.”
“I’d love to,” I said, finding it hard to believe what I was hearing, “I mean, you’re both beautiful girls, any guy would, but,” and I paused, shaking my head, “I can’t believe this is happening.” I finished with a disbelieving smile.
“He’s so modest,” Eva said, grinning, “Isn’t that cute!”
“Where do we start?” I asked, honestly not knowing where to begin.
“You could start with me,” Monique said, and she leaned closer to me, on my left, and rested her left arm on Eva’s legs on my lap, and her right arm across my shoulders, holding her face close to mine, as though she was about to kiss me. She looked past me at Eva, and said, “A healthy, red blooded young man, alone with two girls, asking him to go to bed with them, and he doesn’t know where to start.” She smiled, made eye contact with me, close up, and said, “Let’s give Adam some inspiration.”
“Inspire me,” Eva answered, looking over at her.
“Girls love kissing,” Monique said to me, as she gently slid out from under Eva’s feet, and stood up from the couch. She moved over to kneel next to Eva, and she said, “And two girls love kissing twice as much.” The two girls embraced, with Monique kneeling, and Eva still lying on the couch, resting her back against the right arm, and they gently kissed each other on the mouth, holding the kiss for a moment, and breaking it. It was a gentle, sexy kiss, and it sent a ripple of sexual excitement through me, just seeing it happen.
They both looked at me, and Eva said, “Look at that mouth, Adam. Hasn’t Monique got a pretty mouth? I just love kissing her.”
I looked at Monique’s pretty face, and that sexy mouth, with just the hint of a pout, and I said, “I noticed that the first time I saw her.”
“You mean to say you were ogling me, when you should have been paying attention to what I was saying?” Monique asked, pretending to be annoyed.
“I’m only human,” I said, “You can’t blame me. Besides, you had my full attention, trust me.”
“Well, we’ve established that Mr Brooks here finds Miss Saigon to his liking,” Eva said, speaking like a lawyer in court, “But the question remains, what is he going to do about it?”
“I think a little voir dire may be called for,” Monique said, and she disengaged herself from Eva’s arms and moved back along the couch, kneeling in front of me, and leaning across Eva’s shapely thighs. She held her face close to mine, so close I could feel her warm breath, and she said, “So, Adam, you like my mouth, do you?”
“Of course I do,” said, meeting her gaze. I couldn’t help smiling.
“Kiss me, then,” she said. I kissed Monique gently, softly, holding the kiss just briefly, and then breaking it. Monique smiled her encouragement, and said, “Nice. Very nice,” so I put my hands on her slender shoulders, and held her while I kissed her again. Her mouth was soft, and very inviting, and another wave of excitement passed through me. We broke our kiss, and Monique drew her head back a little, looked at Eva, and said, “I think we should adjourn to your room and continue.” She looked back at me, and said, “Eva’s bed’s a queen size. I’ve only got a double, so we’ll be more comfortable in Eva’s room” Monique stood up, and Eva lifted her legs from my lap, and she also stood, smoothing her short skirt down with her hands. Both girls took one of my hands each, and I rose from the couch, and they each took two steps back, holding my hands and pulling me with them. I felt like a little boy playing doctor with two girls, not just one.
Eva let go of my right hand, but Monique kept holding my other one, until we got to the door of Eva’s room. “I think she wants you, Adam,” Eva said, looking down at our joined hands, and she stepped closer to me, put a hand on each side of my chin, and kissed me softly, and then said, “Just don’t leave me out.” The excitement I felt at that moment was almost unbearable.
We stepped inside Eva’s room, and I saw her queen size bed, but I didn’t know where to start. I had never been in a threesome, and the girls had said they had never had one either, so I looked at both girls in turn, waiting for someone to make a move.
”It’s not as easy as it looks in porn movies,” Eva said, but she thought for a moment, biting her lower lip, and said, “I’ve got an idea.”
Monique was now standing next to me, with her right arm linked in my left arm, and she said, “Eva’s ideas are usually pretty good,” looking up at me as she said it.
Eva stepped over to me again, holding her face close, and said, “Little Monique here has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” She let that sink in for a moment, looking me in the eyes as that wave of excitement went through me again, and she continued, “Now, I just know that you two are going to be exchanging body fluids tonight, but before that happens, Adam, I think you should join me in a little oriental delicacy, while little Neekie here is in her un-adulterated state.” She finished by raising her eyebrows, and we both looked at Monique, who returned our gaze with a sexy, but slightly self-conscious smile, and said, “I think I’m going to like this.”
Eva reached around behind Monique’s back, and unzipped her short black skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and exposing her black lace panties, and the sexy shape of her thighs. Monique stepped out of her skirt on the floor, and slipped her sleeveless vest off, placing it over the back of a chair at Eva’s dressing table, and she walked to Eva’s bed. I watched her from behind, as she walked over, and I saw that she had the most delightfully shaped bottom, now that she had her skirt off. Her petite little body was exquisite.
Monique turned to face us, and stood next to the bed. She was a sweet, little Vietnamese beauty, waiting for me to go down on her, and a wave of lust went through me at the thought of having her, and I looked at Eva, who said, mischievously, “Why are you standing there looking at me, when you should be over there undressing her?” She looked over at Monique, and said, “It’s hard to get good help these days.”
I walked over to Monique, and she held my gaze the whole way over, but did not speak. I took her in my arms and bent to kiss her, and her mouth felt warmer than before. The kiss was so exciting, I held it for a moment, basking in the sweet pleasure it was giving me, and as our mouths parted, Monique moved my hands down to her hips, placing my thumbs into the waistband of her black lace panties. She smiled invitingly, but didn’t speak, so I took her lead, and slid her pants down a little, then knelt in front of her to take them off. She stepped out of her panties as I slipped them over each of her ankles, and I placed them on the floor, and I stayed in the kneeling position, to look at her exposed pussy for the first time.
Monique’s pubic hair was natural, but sparse, and it grew in a neat triangle, and after taking in the appearance of this very private part of her lovely little body, I glanced over my shoulder at Eva, who was watching my reaction intently. I looked up at Monique’s face, and she said, “How do you want me?”
“Umm, badly,” I said, looking up at her, and she smiled rather sweetly at me.
“This is beautiful to watch,” I heard Eva saying behind me, from near the door, “And you two haven’t even started yet.” I placed my hands behind Monique, and took hold of her by the buttocks, feeling them, smooth and firm against my palms, and I kissed her in the centre of her pubic hair, inhaling for the first time Monique’ musky, sweetish, yet piquant, intimate scent, and feeling the excitement swell inside me. I took my face away, and she said, “I mean, how do you want me on the bed?”
“I know,” I said, looking back up at her, “but I still want you badly. Just lay back, sideways on the bed.”
Monique looked over at Eva, and she undid her blouse, slipped it off, and dropped it on the bed, along with her white lace bra, and she said, “I think I should be naked for this.” She sat on side of the bed, and grabbed a pillow to put behind her head, and then lay back, with her legs over the side, and her pussy at the edge. I gently moved Monique’s shapely legs apart, to expose her pussy, and I moved in, to kiss her gently on her inner lips. Once more, I inhaled the scent of her pussy, slightly stronger and muskier here than when I kissed her pubic mound. I kissed her again, this time with my mouth a little more open, holding the kiss, and using the tip of my tongue to gently probe between Monique’s inner lips, tasting the fluids that were oozing from her. I coated the tip of my tongue with Monique’s juices, and spread them around my mouth so I could properly experience the flavour, and then I tilted my head to the right, so I could run the tip of my tongue down between her labia. Monique sighed again, and parted her legs a little more, to allow me better access, and I allowed myself just briefly to taste her opening, before running my bladed tongue back up towards her clit.
As my tongue brushed Monique’s clit, she flinched, and I heard her taking a sharp breath, so I withdrew from her pussy to let her relax, before giving her clit some more attention. I realised Eva was now lying across the bed, to my right, next to Monique, but with her head down between Monique’s legs, almost as if they were sixty-nining. She said, “Did I not tell you Neekie had a sweet pussy?”
“You did, and I can only agree,” I said, and as the words left my lips, Eva moved down, offering her mouth to me. We kissed hungrily, as if she wanted to taste Monique’s pussy juices on my lips. Eva’s own mouth was warm and inviting, and she offered a little tongue to make things interesting, so her hot, sexy kiss, inches away from Monique’s pussy, the source of the juice she was tasting from my own mouth, was making me more excited than ever.
“Do you mind if I take over?” Eva said, “I want to show you how I make this little Mekong maiden come with my mouth.”
“I think I’d like to watch that,” I said.
“You can join in if you want,” Eva said, “Just get on the bed with us, and we’ll show you some girlie stuff you might like to see.” She finished with a sexy, inviting smile.
“What do you want me to do?’ I asked.
“I’ll leave that to your imagination,” Eva said, and then she added, “But I’m an anal virgin and I intend to stay that way. Apart from that, it’s up to you. Fingers, tongues, whatever….” She kissed me again, more gentle this time, and we held the kiss, as our tongues explored each other mouths.
“What’s happening down there?” I heard Monique say, “Don’t leave me out of the loop.”
“You are most certainly in the loop, Little Neekie,” Eva said, as I got out from between Monique’s legs, and sat on the bed on her right side. Eva turned herself round, to embrace Monique, who was still lying on her back across the bed, and she kissed her gently, before speaking. Watching these two beautiful women kissing gave me a lump in the throat, and a hot wave of sexual excitement.
“I want to go down on you, and let Adam watch,” Eva said. She kissed Monique again, and said, “Hop up with your head on the pillow.” She let go of Monique, who moved up so her head was on the pillow at the head of the bed. Eva took the other pillow, and Monique lifted her bottom to allow Eva to put it under her, so her pussy was raised slightly, for better access. I was still sitting at the foot of the bed, watching the girls getting into position, and Eva now moved around and knelt between Monique’s legs, and bent down to kiss her pussy.
As Eva bent, to go down on Eva, her short skirt rode up, exposing her cream coloured satin bikini briefs, which were pulled tight over her own pussy, from the position she was in. It was a sexy sight, with Eva kneeling, head down between Monique’s legs, with her skirt up like that, and I saw Monique watching me as I took in the view.
I moved around, so I could see Eva as she gently licked and kissed Monique’s pussy, and Monique flinched a couple of times. Things were just getting better and better. I moved up the bed, on Monique’s left, and she offered me her mouth, so I kissed her once more, holding the warm, soft gentle, exciting kiss as long as I could. Meanwhile, as my mouth was joined to Monique’s, Eva’s mouth was joined to her most intimate place, caressing her there with her lips and tongue. It was an incredible moment, and I found it hard to believe that fate had ordained that I should be part of the lovemaking between these two lovely women.
After our kiss, Monique shuddered in response to Eva’s ministrations down below, and she said, “It’s nice being the centre of attention, but don’t neglect Eva down there, will you?” Her face went mock-serious, and she said, “She has needs too, you know.”
“Then, perhaps I should attend to them,” I said, kissing Monique one more time. I moved down the bed, and knelt behind Eva, and then I undid the button at the back of her skirt, and unzipped it. She was still gently kissing and licking Monique, but as I pulled her skirt down her thighs, she lifted each knee in turn, so I could take it right off her, neither speaking or moving her head from between Monique’s legs. I dropped Eva’s skirt on the floor, and I gently fondled her pussy through the crotch of her panties for a moment, before peeling them down her round, firm buttocks, to expose her womanhood to my gaze for the first time.
I felt a surge of lust at the sight of Eva’s pussy, and I kissed her left buttock, before slipping her panties from her. Once again, she lifted each knee in turn, to allow me to remove them completely. I dropped them on top of her skirt, and I turned to admire her fully exposed pussy, and I saw that although her pubic hair was a little thicker and darker than Monique’s, she had it waxed into an inch-wide landing strip, and it was neatly trimmed down the sides of her outer labia.
Due to her position, kneeling, head down between Monique’s legs, Eva’s pussy was pulled open, her inner lips swollen with arousal, moist and glistening with her fluids, her vaginal opening an inviting pout, her anus impudently exposed. Her clit was also swollen, and made more prominent by the way her labia were stretched open. Her pussy was well and truly ready for fucking, there was no mistake about that, but I wanted to taste her first. What man wouldn’t want to taste two pussies in one night?
I moved around on the bed, kneeling on Eva’s left side, and tilted my head to the right, and I kissed her pouting vaginal opening, gently, lovingly, as a man would kiss a woman’s mouth when they made love. Then, after inhaling the sexy, piquant scent of her pussy, I probed my tongue between her inner labia, coated as they were with her fluids, allowing myself to experience the flavour of her womanly flesh. The experience was all the more exciting to me, knowing that at that very moment, Eva herself was tasting this same arousing female flavour, as she used her own mouth to make love to the beautiful, and now totally naked, Monique.
I then ran my tongue down, between her inner lips, towards her puffy clitoris and its hood. When my tongue touched her clit, Eva seemed to shudder a little, but instead of giving her more attention there, as she may have expected, I moved my mouth back to her opening, offering her another lover’s kiss on that special place, before pushing my tongue right inside. I allowed myself to taste this most private recess of her sexy body, before I began to tongue-fuck her for a few strokes, and I then withdrew my tongue, kissing her there, one more time.
I moved back from Eva’s open pussy, to admire her, and I caressed her smooth, firm buttocks with my hands, and gently worked the first finger of my right hand into her pussy, taking several strokes to coat it with her slippery juices, and then finger-fucking her. As my finger stroked inside her pussy, Eva tilted her pelvis, as if to offer me some encouragement, so I continued on a little longer, gently kissing her warm, smooth skin just at the top of her butt crack as I did so. I was lost in my own world for those few minutes, as I fondled and explored those special parts of Eva’s body that few were privileged to see.
Sitting back from Eva’s lovely bottom, I looked up at Monique’s face, and I saw that she had her eyes shut, and a look of ecstasy on her face, as Eva tenderly licked and kissed her pussy, and I saw Monique taking a short, sharp breath, and then opening her eyes, as if she was startled. She swallowed, and said to me, in a soft, breathy voice, “I’m close, Adam. Eva’s close to making me come.”
I moved up the bed on Monique’s right, to kiss her mouth again, and after a quick, but soft and gentle, kiss, she said, “I can taste Eva on your lips.” She kissed me again, this time using her mouth and tongue a little more aggressively, as she savoured the taste of Eva from my own mouth. My cock had been rock hard for some time now, as anyone would expect as I kissed and fondled these lovely women and explored their bodies, and Monique brushed the back of her right hand across my hard tool through my jeans. She was about to speak, but she flinched, as Eva touched a sensitive place down below, and she took a sharp breath, and exhaled the words, “I think you should,” pausing, as her chest heaved once, and continuing, in a more normal voice, “Use that to make Eva come.” She swallowed, and said, “Let’s see if we can all come together.” She smiled encouragement, and I looked down at her lovely body, and her modest but beautifully shaped breasts, with their puffy, brownish, cherry-red nipples and areolae, and I made a mental note to give them some attention later on. I saw Eva’s head moving gently between Monique’s legs, as she lovingly went down on her, and Monique sighed the words, “It’s okay,” then took another breath, and added, “You and I can have our way with each other afterwards. We’ll get there.”
I kissed Monique once more, and moved down to the foot of the bed, where I took off my jeans and underpants, tossing them on the floor, and exposing my hard cock. Eva’s pussy was open, oozing fluid, and ready for me to enter her, but I took the time to kiss her gently on her swollen labia, inhaling her sexy scent once again, and then I knelt behind her, placing the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I entered her with just the head of my cock, and as I did do so, Eva pushed back slightly, as though she was eager to take me inside herself.
I began to move my cock inside Eva, taking four or five gentle strokes before I was right inside, and then I started a nice, gentle rhythm, taking full-length strokes, feeling my rigid cock gliding along the snug, slippery walls of Eva’s pussy. I looked down, and saw that with each out-stroke, the walls of Eva’s tight pussy seemed to stick to my hard cock, as though reluctant to release it, but would then offer it a welcoming embrace as I pushed back inside her. The sensation I felt as I fucked Eva was amazing, and I knew I wouldn’t last long before I was compelled to surrender myself to my orgasm. I had tasted not just one, but two pussies, and now as I fucked one beautiful woman, I was able to watch as she went down on another at the same time.
Eva was now tilting her pelvis to meet to each of my thrusts, taking my unyielding cock deeper inside herself, and I could hear her breathing a little more heavily, as she licked and explored Monique’s pussy. The moist, squishing and slurping sounds I was hearing from between Monique’s legs were getting louder, as the mouth, tongue and pussy action that was taking place down there intensified, and Monique was now fondling her own left breast with her right hand, her eyes closed, her breathing becoming ragged, lost in her own world, as her climax approached.
I felt as though I could come at any moment, as my body began to move of its own accord towards the sexual release I was craving, but I forced myself to hold on a little longer. I grabbed hold of Eva’s hips, holding her close, as I thrust my cock into her, driving myself deeper, fucking her harder, and then I heard a whimpering sound from Monique, as her orgasm burst.
Monique crossed her arms across her chest, clenching her little fists, her voice straining as she said, “That’s so good, Eva, that’s so good” and a quick intake of breath to add, “Keep it up, Eva! Keep it up, Baby!!!” and she took three shuddering breaths, and said, “Omi-god!!” as she began to thrust her pelvis into Eva’s face, crying out, “Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhhh!!!” as Eva wrapped her forearms around Monique’s thighs to hold her in place, while she used her mouth to take Monique through her jolting orgasm.
As I fucked Eva deeper, harder, now relentlessly pounding her pussy, Eva arched her back, and began to make a gasping sound herself, and even though her mouth was still buried in Monique’s sweet little pussy, she began to moan. That was it for me, as two women writhed and moaned in orgasm in front of me, while my cock was buried deep inside one of them, and my own climax ignited, and I began to spurt my seed into Eva. I lost count of the times I spurted into her pussy, but each spurt was accompanied by a bolt of pure liquid pleasure, as Eva’s pussy spasmed around me, and all I knew for those few precious seconds the ecstatic release a man feels as he comes inside a woman.
I rode my orgasm right to the end, holding Eva in place by her hips, fucking her deep and hard, knowing that she was experiencing the same unbridled pleasure as I was, while she worked Monique’s pussy and clit with her mouth, and Monique, the third element of the equation, rode her own orgasm to finality. As the final twinges of my orgasm passed, and reality returned, I looked at Monique, lying back, naked, and breathing heavily, as Eva lifted her head from between Monique’s legs, and kissed her once, just below her navel, and she also relaxed. I withdrew my half-hard cock from Eva’s pussy, and she rolled onto the bed on Monique’s right side. Eva’s pussy, violated by my hard cock, was still swollen, still pouting, and now leaking a mixture of our sex fluids, onto the sheet, and the girls kissed each other gently, then they both lay back on the pillows. Monique turned onto her right side, facing Eva, and drew her legs up, holding her belly like a little girl who’s just been tickled, and she smiled at Eva, but said nothing.
“Come and get between us,” Eva said, as she moved to make room for me, and I lay down between the two beautiful girls who had just shared this amazing erotic coupling with me. As I lay there, Monique moved over to embrace me, placing her left thigh over my pelvis, and she kissed me softly, holding the kiss, and I felt the excitement rising in me, even though I had just had hot sex with her friend. “That was amazing!” she said, as our mouths parted, holding her face close to mine, and adding, “I told you Eva’s ideas were always good.”
“You guys realise the night is still young,” Eva said, now turned onto her left side to face Monique and me. She moved closer, sliding her left arm under my shoulders, and putting her right arm around Monique, who was lying half on top of me, and she added, “This is not over.”
“That’s right,” Monique said, her face still close to mine, “Because you and I still have to do the wild thing yet.” She kissed me once, glanced at Eva, then looked back at me, and said, “This is an equal opportunity threesome, and you and I still have business to attend to.”
“You don’t think I’d leave here without fulfilling my obligations, do you?” I said, smiling back at Monique. I wrapped my arms around Monique’s sweet little body, as Eva embraced both of us, and the three of us lay there in Eva’s queen size bed, discussing the next stage of our night together.
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