Carol - Part Eleven - Sex Stories

Carol - Part Eleven

I heard the knock on the glass sliding door. Carol had called and asked if she could come over. I had not seen her for several days. It was early evening. I had spent the day writing. I was tired, hungry and horny. I welcomed Carol’s call. The thought of exploring her body once again had been rumbling around in the back of my mind all day. “I’d love to see you. Come on over.” “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, “and I’d like some food, too.” Carol laughed. She knew what I meant. “Understood,” she said. I put away my books and papers, and did a quick cleaning of the place. Then I took a shower, put on a clean T-shirt and my work-out pants, omitting any underwear, and a pair of old loafers. I didn’t want to be fumbling with belts, zippers, shoes, socks, and other impediments later on. And when I got hard, as I surely would, I didn’t want anything obscuring my erection from Carol’s wandering eyes. I pulled back the curtain and opened the sliding door. Carol was not alone. She had the pizza, two large bottles of coca-cola, and a bottle of rum. And she had Jill. I did not know Jill. Carol introduced us and we shook hands. Carol just does not call, ask to come over and bring another woman with her. Something was brewing. I had my hopes, but was not sure. Jill was about five years younger than Carol, tall and blonde, with an especially long, plain face, big brown eyes, an extended, prominent nose which was bent ever so slightly to one side, and a noticeable scar that ran ...

... through one eyebrow, splitting it in two. She was also very thin; ribs prominently showing thin. She was not the beauty Carol was; yet there was a sensuality about her that made her attractive. She moved in slow motion, and flowed through the open door. A slight smile, a delicate look of lust, and a deep, extended gaze into my eyes, took me by surprise, and I stepped back to let her pass. Jill had on a summer version of a white low-cut, cable-knit sweater, with short sleeves, and tight, faded jeans. Her blonde hair was parted on the side and hung pretty much straight down, in thin bands, over her shoulders. To me, it looked like she had just washed her hair, let it dry on its own, and had yet to run a comb or brush through it. Carol wore a T-shirt, with her nipples prominently displayed, and dark blue shorts. Like Carol, Jill appeared to be wearing no makeup. Jill was also nicely tanned, making Carol and I look whiter than we probably were. I quickly became aware of Jill’s other physical attributes as she walked passed me and stepped into my apartment. Despite her tall, lanky figure, Jill had a nice ass; the kind you want to run your hands over and squeeze. And, she had big, firm tits that were at least two or three sizes too big for her frame. As we sat at the dining room table, ate pizza, and drank rum cokes, I learned more. Jill and Carol had met about a year before I had met Carol. They lived in the same apartment complex, but almost at opposite ends. Jill had been a high ...