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I leaned against the bar watching the action out on the dance floor and couldn't help licking my lips. God bless summer! Everywhere my eyes wandered, I spotted exactly what Doug and I had come here to find: plenty of hot young things. Even better, the first heat wave of the season had caused inspired the club had to open up its beachfront a week early.

We'd caught wind of the opening last night ago, and after our usual Saturday-night dinner date, we'd taken a ride to the under 21 club and spent over an hour sitting out on a deck that overlooked the beach.

The girls were out there wearing next to nothing, and as much as I knew Doug was enjoying the view, I was sure I was more worked up than he was. It had been awhile since we'd had some company, as we referred to it. Watching the scantily clad young girls dance by the large bonfire was making me more than aware that it was high time we did something about that.

After a while, we decided to enter the club itself where to my chagrin I discovered the dress code banned bikinis, so if any of the young lovelies from the beach wanted in they would have to get dressed. My disappointment was short-lived as once inside it was apparent the club didn't require a lot of clothing, just not bathing suits.

Right now, I felt like a k** in a candy store! Not only was the club packed with our chosen prey, but what a selection! Every type of pretty young lady was on display before me; not only blondes, brunettes, and redheads, but also some slender, some with a little curve to them. Many of the girls were chesty and flaunting their large, soft breasts, while some had perky little tits that were equally well-displayed in their tight tops and dresses.

I could feel my pussy heating up between my thighs at the sight of a pretty little brunette in a skirt so short I could make out the curve of her ass as she bent over and shoved it back into the crotch of her lucky boyfriend. Damn, she was sweet; they all were. That was what I loved about girls in their late teens and early twenties, that sweet look.

Those soft features, those big eyes and trembling lips, even the ones who weren't so sweet had that look to them. I shifted as I turned to face the other side of the dance floor and sighed when the material of my lace bra rubbed across my stiff nipples.

When we first entered the club, Doug, who must have been as worked up as I was, suggested we try picking up a girl here rather than go home and look though the local personals or an escort service as we had in the past. At first I'd been skeptical. Yes, I understood his point about the added thrill and the air of risk it involved, but how the hell did we approach someone?

We'd done it previously at special parties thrown by local swingers, but everyone at these parties, even the younger men and women, knew what was going on and were eager to participate. Here, it would be hard to find someone willing to go along with our favorite hobby of being an early-forties couple playing with young women.

Now that we were here, however, I was horny as hell and ready to go for it. We'd been at the bar about a half hour and the two Captain and Cokes I'd had on the beach along with a couple of shots of good ole Cuervo had helped loosen me up. The bevy of young beauties was certainly heating me up.

"Like a goddamn buffet, isn't it?" Doug asked, pressing a fresh C&C into my hand.

"An all-you-can-eat buffet!" I responded, laughing before taking a sip of my drink.

"So, anyone standing out to you?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. Couldn't go wrong with any of them."

"Okay, so now what?" He slid his arm around my waist.

I turned to look at him and rolled my eyes. "You tell me. This was your idea, oh mighty hunter!"

Doug laughed. Squeezing me closer to him, he took a sip from his Heineken. As always, his laugh was loud and genuine, and a few people glanced over at him and smiled. I did as well. Doug was one of those people whose smile and laughter and almost annoyingly at times, upbeat personality, spread to those around him. I tended to be more on the serious side and was the one who worried about everything so we balanced each other out well.

Still looking at him, I appreciated the gleam in his big blue eyes and the smile on his face. Even when he wasn't laughing or joking, Doug looked as if he were about to. Between his carefree expression, the blue eyes, and his dirty blond hair, Doug possessed a boyish charm that belied his forty-two years and made me fall in love with him again every time I looked at him.

From the neck down, however, there was nothing boyish about my handsome hubby. He wasn't tall at just under six feet, but he carried a solid hundred and ninety pounds, none of which was fat.

Doug had worked as a personal trainer since just out of college and led by example. His shoulders were broad and his arms and chest were a testament to a lifetime of working out as was his still perfect thirty two waist. Slipping my arm around that waist, I sighed. "So, you really have no idea how to do this?"

"Well," he said, giving me a sly smile, "I kind of figure you're going to have to be our ice breaker."

"What do you mean me? This was your idea!"

"Yup, and part of the fun is watching you get us started." He shrugged. "Think about it, Kim. If I approach one of these girls, I might get slapped for being a creepy old guy and—"

"You don't look old or creepy," I told him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "You're a good-looking guy, and damn, do you fill those jeans out!" I gave his ass a good hard squeeze for emphasis.

"Well, to you, maybe, but some of these girls will think, eww, he's my dad's age. But even if they are receptive to me, how do we know they would be into you?"

I frowned. "Well, you have to—"

"So," he went on, "I figure if you approach them and they seem into you, that's half the battle. And it would be less creepy if you start talking to them, then point me out and go from there."

"You could have discussed this before," I pointed out, scowling.

"But then we wouldn't be here!" He laughed again. Lowering his face to mine, he gave me a soft kiss. "Come on, baby, cast the line and reel in a hot one."

"Like they won't think, eww, she's my mom's age?"

"Hell no, baby. You just look like their hot older sister!" he told me with a perfectly straight face.

"You're full of shit!" I smiled though. "But you are smooth!" I turned back to look at the crowd and shook my head.

"Thing is, the ones with boyfriends are off limits and the rest are all here with a bunch of friends." I tapped him on the chest as I continued. "You know, Doug, that's a problem. I strike out and one of these little blabbermouths tells their friends and it's all over the club."

"Well, don't strike out." For the first time, he looked serious. "Okay, well keep looking and see if either one's alone or maybe just with a friend."

"This would be so much easier if we were looking for a boy." I made a show of cupping my full breasts, pushing them further up in my already low-cut red dress. "Just show them these and say, 'hey, let's go'. Hell, they wouldn't even care if you were there as long as they got a piece." "You want a guy?" He shrugged. "It's been a long time since we have, but you know, if you want to—"

"No. You're all I need when it comes to cock. Besides, a guy is just for me. We can both enjoy one of these little hotties." I gave him a wink and a quick kiss. "But I love that you ask."

"Speaking of asking..." He leaned closer and pointed off to the left. "See the cute redhead in the black skirt?"

I followed the line of his finger and my eyes widened at the sight of a tall slender redhead. She was wearing a red sleeveless shirt that looked as if it could barely contain her breasts.

Even from a distance, I could see the top half of those creamy white globes and felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of what they would feel like. The black skirt Doug had called out was not just barely down past her ass, but was slit up the side, exposing her skin up to the hip.

As I stared, she glanced my way. The killer body belonged to a face that looked as if she may have had a hard time convincing people she was the required eighteen.

"Oh my god, she's precious!" I exclaimed. "I'm so glad we came to an under-21 club!"

"Now, that's a remark every husband should hear coming from his wife!"

"Is it even better than, 'here honey, now you lick her pussy'?"

"Umm, no. I think that one is still tops!" He laughed and nodded back towards the redheaded goddess who, to my amazement, had just sat by herself at one of the small tables along the edge of the dance floor. "I was watching her before. She was dancing with a guy, then he wandered off. Just before I brought your drink, she was up there with a cute blonde and they were either putting on a little cock tease show, or she's into women."

"Really?" I took a deep breath. "Okay, well I'll try to—shit!" I exclaimed, glancing at my watch.

"What's the matter?"

"We were only supposed to eat, then sit by the beach for an hour or so. We're supposed to be keeping an eye on Jenna, remember?"

"Oh, please." Doug waved his hand at me. "We've been home the last four nights and so has she. The most she did was have her girlfriend sleep over to watch some movies."

"Maybe because we've been home." I frowned as I continued my train of thought. "If we stay out maybe she'll—"

"What, have a guy over? So what, she's nineteen."

"Try telling her parents that if she does something stupid when we're supposed to be keeping an eye out." Doug rolled his eyes, but I kept going.

"They're only gone a few more days and it's the first time they've left her alone for more than a night. They're going away for two weeks next month too, and Jenna really doesn't wasn't to go and the grandparent's that watched her moved to Florida last year. They agreed to give her the chance to stay home as long as we would watch out for her and she doesn't get in any trouble. Maybe we should hold off."

"Come on, Kim, Jenna's not that type. Don't get me wrong. She's a pretty girl and I'm sure the boys notice that, but I never see her dressing slutty or hanging around with guys. She's a good k**. I doubt she'll do anything, and besides, how does she know what time we're coming home?"

"The way I'm dressed might make her think we're—"

"Forget Jenna!" Doug snapped. "That girl looks like she's leaving!"

I glanced over. A wave of indecision passed through me when the girl stood and slung her purse over her shoulder. "I think she is leaving!"

"Hold on," Doug said. I could feel his fingers around my waist trembling with excitement. "Come on, honey," he whispered. "Head for the bathroom, not the door!"

Even as I held my breath waiting to see which direction she would turn, a wave of mixed emotions flowed through me. I was concerned we were supposed to be doing Jim and Laurie a favor by keeping an eye on their daughter, but at the same time was nervous, as well as turned on, at the thought of trying to pick this girl up. Smiling, I realized what I also felt was young. Young and adventurous.

"Yes!" Doug raised his beer in a salute as our target put her back to us and headed for the bathroom.

I watched the back of her long, well-shaped legs for a moment before raising my gaze higher and letting out a low whistle at how good her ass looked in the skintight skirt. "Goddamn," I whispered.

"Jenna will be fine. She has our numbers if anything is wrong." Doug gave me a playful push. "Now go get her, hot stuff!"

"How?" I put my hands up.

"She was up there with a girl, so follow her to the bathroom. On the way out, see if she'll dance with you. I think you can handle it from there. Now go work it, baby!"

"And you'll be working hard, sitting here watching me take all the risk?" I rolled my eyes.

"You get her on the floor, and I'll be doing everything hard! Now seriously, go hit the bathroom. She won't make it back across the floor without someone putting a move on her."

I nodded. After a quick kiss for luck, I threaded my way through the crowded dance floor. Even though I was on my way to try to seduce the redhead, I still couldn't keep my eyes off all the young women bumping and grinding around me. God, I was hot, and it wasn't just from the warm summer air! If we couldn't make this work tonight, I was going to see if the escort service could deliver on short notice because no way in hell was I going without a sweet little treat tonight.

"Hey!" a voice called out directly behind me.

I turned around to see a good-looking young man with dark hair and a pair of beautiful hazel eyes looking at me.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yeah, um..." He looked down a little nervously and continued. "I was wondering if you'd like to dance?"

I smiled at the thought this young k** wanted to take me for a spin. A few minutes ago, I would have just to put on a show for Doug, but I needed to get my ass into the bathroom.

"You want to dance with me?" I gestured towards all the people around us. "All these pretty girls and you want someone who could be your mom?"

He laughed. "My mom never looked like you! Age doesn't matter, hot is hot!"

"Why, thank you! Honey, you just made my night." So far anyway. "Tell you what, I'm trying to hook up for, um"—I winked—"a different kind of fun, but hey, if it doesn't work out, I'll keep my eye out for you and maybe we can share a dance or two."

He blatantly gave me a good long up and down stare."Well, I know it sounds selfish, but I hope it doesn't work out."

"You'll be the first to know, sweetie!"

I turned away and as I headed for the bathroom made sure I put some extra swing in my hips. I could just imagine him watching my ass the same way I had stared at the young girls and felt my nipples stiffen once more. As I closed in on the bathroom, I looked around and noticed more than a few of the young men around me turning to look and began smiling and nodding at them. Damn, we would have to do this again. Maybe next time it would be a young man we would bring home.

I entered the bathroom and a fresh case of nerves assailed me. Through a stroke of luck, a quick glance told me that there was no one in the stalls and that my hopefully soon-to- be newfound friend was at the long counter fixing her hair in front of the mirror. There was one other girl there as well, but she was leaning against the wall speaking quietly into a phone and staring down at the floor, her long blonde hair hanging over her face and concealing her features. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the counter. Standing next to the redhead, I put my purse down and removed my lipstick.

While I slowly applied deep red to my lips, I looked over at my heart's current desire. From this close, I could see that despite the makeup she appeared even younger, and I had no doubt she was just eighteen. Her big blue eyes were focused on her face as she applied her own pink lipstick and I dropped my gaze to stare at her amazing cleavage. Her creamy white breasts were bigger than my own rather ample chest and I could all but feel them beneath my touch. With her red hair and fair complexion, I could just imagine how pink her nipples would be, which meant her pussy would be as well.

My own pussy was heating up again, and as the girl looked over at me, I gave her a smile and returned my attention to my reflection. I put my lipstick down and made a show of fluffing out my long black hair, and acting as if I were checking my mascara, peered closely at my large expressive brown eyes. I risked a sidelong glance her way and felt my heat skip a beat when I saw she was still looking at me. My dress was not quite as low-cut as hers, but it displayed my breasts well and was short enough to show off my long legs that were well-toned from years of jogging with Doug. I stepped back and adjusted my dress, pulling it up slightly before smoothing it down over the curve of my hips.

I stepped back to the counter. As I tried to figure out what to say, she made my night by speaking first.

"You have really pretty eyes," she said softly.

"Thank you." I flashed a big smile. "So do you. I always wished I had big blue eyes like yours."

"Thanks." She giggled, the sound causing a wave of heat between my legs. She gave me a nervous smile and seemed as if she were trying to think of something else to say.

"Actually," I spoke up, her shyness helping me to grow bolder, "You have a very pretty everything."

"Oh!" She smiled and to my delight blushed. "You really think so?"

"I do." I nodded and reached out, gently brushing a strand of red hair from her face. "I'm Kim, by the way."

"Becca."

"Nice to meet you, Becca." Seeing her looking down at my legs, I fought to keep my voice steady as I asked, "You here alone?"

"Sort of. I came with a friend, but then she ran into a guy she knew and sort of left me hanging." She paused and once again gave me that shy smile. "Are you?"

"Sort of." I winked, not wanting to mention Doug right then. "Anyway, I'm all set here and was going to head out onto the floor." I smiled and took the plunge. "Would you like to dance with me?"

"Yeah, sure!" she answered quickly.

"Then, let's go!" As I spoke, I extended my hand and to my delight she smiled and took it.

I lead her out of the bathroom, and as we made our way towards the middle of the floor, I spotted Doug and tried not to laugh when he saluted me with his beer. There was a fast-paced dance mix playing, and as I guided her to the side of the dance floor facing Doug, I released her hand, and turning to face her, began to dance. The song wasn't conducive to getting to close to her, but that was fine with me because right now I was getting a damn good show.

Becca was standing about three feet in front of me. Raising her arms over her head, she shook everything she had, and goddamn, did this girl have it to shake! Her tits looked as if they could fall out of her dress at any moment. I hoped to hell they didn't because I didn't know if I would be able to resist grabbing them. Becca did a quick spin sending her long red hair flying and her skirt flaring up flashed me a quick view of the cheeks of her ass.

As I put on a show of shaking my own considerable assets, I made a similar spin and saw Doug staring at us with a look of pure lust on his face. I had no doubt that he was as hard as he said he would be. The look in his eyes sent another wave of heat through me. I turned back to face Becca and caught a similar look in her blue eyes as they immediately fastened on my tits. My nipples stiffened at the idea that she was into me and I would have no trouble seducing her. But it wasn't just me I was trying to get her to play with, and I hoped to hell I could count on some good old-fashioned reason-inhibiting lust to get her to go along with us.

I received another sign things could go our way as the high-tempo dance mix ended and a slower mix with a nice sensual beat came on. Without hesitating, I stepped up, put my hands on her hips, and began swaying seductively. Becca gave me one of those precious nervous giggles and moved along with me. I leaned in close and her blue eyes widened as our breasts pressed together. It was everything I could do to hold back a moan at the contact, especially when I noticed my nipples weren't the only ones that were hard.

Becca's hands left my hips and started slowly running up and down my sides. I quickly spun and leaned back against her reaching behind me. I wrapped one arm around her neck drawing her face next to mine. Dropping my other arm, I reached around, and throwing caution to the wind, placed it on her ass and squeezed. I felt Becca's breath against my neck when she gasped. I released a breath of my own at how firm her ass was. I could feel her rubbing her breasts against my back as her arms encircled my waist.
I noticed Doug wasn't the only one watching us now. I saw several guys turned around at the bar staring. Doug was going to be getting any dirty, fucking thing he wanted from me for months to come for coming up with this idea! He was smiling as always. I saw him say something to one of the guys next to him, who glanced back at me and then slapped him on the shoulder. I had no issue with his bragging about me. Grabbing Becca's wrists, I gently eased her arms from around my waist and as I began to turn, told her, "Spin around for me."

Becca gave me a big smile and turned around, leaning back into me with an eagerness that had me hoping she would be as eager for Doug as she appeared to be for me. My thoughts were cut off as her firm ass pressed into my stomach. Imitating me, she reached back with both hands and grabbed my ass. This time, I couldn't stifle my pleasure and moaned directly into her ear. She squeezed my ass again and slid back and forth rubbing her back across my aching tits. I reached around as she had done and ran my hands up her sides.

Unlike Becca though, my hands kept moving, and unable to help it, I slid them along the sides of her tits. I felt her tense a little, but when I stopped with my hands just beneath them, she placed her hands over mine and eased them up just enough for me to cup them.

"Oh, honey," I whispered as I nuzzled my face past her hair so I could speak in her ear. "They're amazing."

She giggled. As the music stopped, I placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. I let her go, and as she turned to look at me, I saw she was as red as her shirt.

"Sorry," I said, taking her hands in mine. "I couldn't resist."

She started to say something, but fate smiled on me again when a ballad came on. Not giving her a choice, I put my arms around her neck and began swaying slowly in time with the music as I stared into her eyes. She seemed nervous but was breathing heavy with her eyes fixed on mine. In an instant, I knew the first part of our plan had worked; she was all mine. We remained silent for a moment. Her, I'm sure because she had no idea what to say, and for me, it was simply enjoying not only our breasts pressing together but looking at Doug over her shoulder.

"So Becca," I began softly, winking. "Are you into girls or just giving me a little tease?"

She blushed again and lowered her eyes. "I...I do like girls sometimes and you're really beautiful!"

"Then, why so nervous?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

"Because I've only done it a couple of times and with girls my age. You're"—she giggled—"an older woman. I...I'm out of my league."

"Oh, honey, you're just perfect!" I laughed, placing my lips to her ear. "So would you be interested in coming home with me tonight?"

She laughed nervously. "Wow. You don't play around, but uh...sure." She laughed again, and I licked my lips at the thought of that sweet pussy in my mouth.

As the song continued, I guided her around so that she was now facing Doug, and then began swaying back and forth again, keeping her there.

"So," I began, my heart racing, "Do you like guys, too?"

Her eyes narrowed but with a shrug she answered. "Sure, I usually fool around with guys. It's just girls, sometimes." She gave me a big smile. "They make me cum harder."

"Oh, damn," I said, losing my cool for a minute. Seeing an opening for Doug, I quickly recovered. "You know, at your age, I'm sure you're right, but trust me, older guys?" I leaned closer and whispered, "Oh, honey, they can make you cum so hard! They know just what they're doing!"

"Really? I don't know. Being with a guy my dad's age would be creepy."

Crap, I thought, but continued. "Depends what they look like. Hey, see that blond guy in the black shirt watching us?"

"Yeah, he's been staring at us since we've been up here."

"Think he's good looking?" I asked, crossing my fingers behind her neck.

"Umm...yeah. He's cute, really in shape."

"He's old enough to be your father, but he's not creepy is he?"

"I guess not." She leaned back and frowned. "How do you know how old he is?"

"Well," I paused, and thinking that was smooth on my part, here goes nothing, "Because that's my husband."

"Your..." The frown grew bigger and I felt my stomach lurch. "Husband? You're married?"

"Well, you asked if I was here alone and I said sort of?" I tried to laugh but stopped when Becca eased back from me.

I didn't try to hold onto her. As my arms slid from her shoulders, she pointed at me. "So...So you want me to come home with both of you?" She looked back at Doug, and then asked, "You want me to let him watch?"

"I...well I thought that—"

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "You want me to..."—her eyes grew even wider—"do both of you?"

She spoke loudly. I looked nervously around to see if anyone was paying attention. Fortunately, the music had kicked up again and everyone was dancing. I took a quick look over at Doug, and the expression on his face told me he was reading her body language.

"Look Becca," I said, stepping closer to her, "You were really into me and we can have a good time and you like guys, so, I mean..." I smiled and took her hand. "Think of how much fun it could be. We'll go nice and slow and we can start and—"

I stopped when she shook her head and eased her hand from mine.

"I'm sorry, Kim, but that's pretty weird and you guys could be, you know, sick or something."

"Look at us, Becca" I said, not wanting to give up. "We're out here in public. There's a club full of people who've seen us together. We're not looking to hurt anyone. We just really enjoy girls your age."

"You do this a lot?"

"As often as we can!" I laughed then stopped when the look on her face didn't change.

"Well, I'm not into that. I like to have fun, but I'm not a pig. I'm not going to be..." She pursed her lips as she tried coming up with the word. "Used like that."

"We wouldn't be using you!" part of me said to just let her go, walk away, and maybe try with another girl. But she was so perfect! "Just being playful!"

"Sorry, Kim." She turned away.

"Becca, please." I caught her arm. "How about you just come over to the bar and sit with us for awhile. We'll talk and see if you feel comfortable. If not, forget it and..."

She hesitated and looked over at Doug again. I felt my hopes rise, but with a sigh she said, "No. For or all I know you could be filming me."

She crossed her arms below her tits, pushing them out even more, and after staring at them for a moment and imagining what it would be like to suck on them, to watch Doug play with them, I leaned over and blurted out, "We'll pay you!"

"What?"

The second I said it, I knew I shouldn't have, but it was too late now and I pressed on. "We'll pay you. We have money. You're probably in school and could use some help and we..." Becca looked as if she were thinking about it and I told her, "Five hundred dollars."

"Five hundred!" she exclaimed.

I nodded. "Yes! For just a couple of hours. I promise you'll have a great time too!" I gave her what I hoped was a disarming smile and added, "Please?"

"You're going to pay me to..." She suddenly scowled. "What do you think this is a sleazy porno? You guys run one of those hidden camera sites or something? I live at home and don't need any money. Even if I did, I'm not a whore!" She turned and stormed off. This time, I was smart enough to let her go.

I turned around blushing in embarrassment as I made my way through the crowd hoping no one had heard her. We were going to have to get out of here and quick.

"That didn't end too well, now, did it?" Doug asked as I reached him.

"No." Disgusted, I leaned against the bar next to him. "She was really into me, even said she would come back and play with me, but said the three of us would be too much."

"And she got that mad?" He whistled. "Because she looked—"

"I got desperate and told her we would pay her."

He rolled his eyes. "Kim! Are you nuts? It's one thing to just try to hit on her, but soliciting is a damn crime!"

"Shit, I didn't think of that." I shook my head. "I guess we better get going."

"You want to try again?" He pointed. "I saw this—"

"Not after what you just said! Let's just go. It was a good idea, but it didn't work, and now I'm afraid she'll say something." I sighed. "Besides, maybe it's for the best. We should be home watching Jenna while she thinks her parents trust her enough to be unwatched."

"Okay, well I need to use the bathroom, then we'll go." Doug pushed himself away from the bar and started to walk away.

"Hey!" I caught his arm. "Want me to call the agency? We'll be home where we're supposed to be and I'll have them come around the back like they always do in case any of the neighbors are still up."

"Too late." He shrugged. "Maybe tomorrow night."

"But I want to play!" I said, all but stamping my foot.

"I love it when you're bratty." He flipped my lower lip. which I had pushed out at him. "Try and see, I'll be right back."

I nodded and watched as he worked his way through the crowd towards the back of the club. Reaching into my purse, I removed my cell, planning to call the agency. Maybe they would have a red-head available. I had just found the number when I heard a voice behind me.

"Mrs. Wilson?"

I turned around and felt as if someone had hit me in the stomach. Standing in front of me was Jenna whom we were supposed to be looking out for. So much for this being a good idea, I thought.

"It is you!" Jenna exclaimed excitedly. "I was sitting over in the corner and saw you dancing!"

Oh, for the love of God, could this get any more embarrassing? I was trying to come up with an answer when I took a good look at her. My eyes widened, and whatever words were forming in my mind, vanished. Jenna's normally long, straight blond hair had been teased out, giving her a wild appearance. Her perfect full lips were coated in a deep pink. Her large blue eyes, so similar to Becca's, were accentuated by heavy eye shadow as well as mascara.

Unlike Becca who had looked so young, Jenna looked much older than her barely legal status. My eyes dropped down to see what she was wearing. My jaw almost dropped with it. Jenna was sporting a one-piece black dress that was so tight it appeared painted on, her smallish tits propped up well. I swallowed hard at the sight of her nipples poking through the material. Somewhere in my mind, it occurred to me I was staring, but I was completely mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

Jenna's parents had moved in ten years ago and their daughter had always dressed like a tomboy. Not necessarily unflattering, but almost always jeans and tops or an occasional sundress that went to her knees. I certainly had no idea she'd had a body like this! Unable to help it, my eyes worked their way down. The dress ended so far up her thigh that if she sat down and opened her legs, whoever was across from her was going to get one hell of a show. I had no doubt that if she dropped something, it was staying on the floor or the guys behind her would be very happy.

Jenna was tall. Her long, slender legs looked damn good ending in a pair of black stiletto heels with straps around the ankles. Fuck me shoes if I'd ever seen them.

"Mrs. Wilson?"

I jerked my eyes back to her face. After giving her a nervous smile, I said, "Wow, Jenna. I didn't recognize you! You usually dress kind of—"

She nodded. "Plain. I like to be comfortable, but when I come to a place like this I like to, you know"—she winked—"show off."

Getting control of myself, I decided to turn the tables on her. "I thought you said earlier today you were staying home tonight? I know you're eighteen, but with your parents away, you're supposed to let us know when you—"

"Guess you like to show off, too," Jenna interrupted, making a show of looking me up and down. I watched as her eyes seemed to linger for a moment on my tits. Laughing, she declared, "You look hot, Mrs. Wilson." The smile left her face. Looking me in the eye, she added, "Damn hot."

"Oh, thanks." I could feel my cheeks burning, not all of it from embarrassment. The way she had said that and how hot she looked—

Knock it off. This is a girl we used to babysit when she was a k**. In fact we were still sitting her in a way. She wasn't checking me out, and God knows I shouldn't be looking at her, but as she had said, damn!

"So how come you guys are here?" she asked. "Doesn't seem like your kind of crowd."

There was a slight smile on her lips. I felt my stomach turn again. The last thing we needed was her running her mouth to her parents that we were here. Jenna wouldn't know, but they might figure it out, especially if they had ever noticed the occasional young girl coming and going late at night from our house.

"We thought it would be fun." I gestured towards the floor. "People our age are just kind of dull, and you k**s have so much fun. We figured we would come try it out for ourselves."

"Oh, so Mr. Wilson is here? I didn't see him."

"Oh, yes!" I said quickly. "I wouldn't come here alone."

She gave me another sly smile. "I figured you were or you would be dancing with him, not that pretty girl."

I stood there hoping my face wasn't betraying my dismay. This was getting worse by the minute. If Jenna had been watching, then she saw how hot Becca and I had been getting. Her parents were old-fashioned and she had always given me the impression that she was a little sheltered, and my little dance had been pretty blatant. Still, I decided to try to play it off.

"Doug doesn't really like to dance. I certainly don't feel comfortable dancing with a young guy, and you know it's always okay for girls to dance."

"I don't know, you guys were getting pretty close." Jenna tilted her head, her smile growing. I frowned. I had the distinct feeling she was mocking me. Starting to sweat, I wondered how long it took Doug to take a leak.

"Well, I—" I tried to come up with something, but she cut me off again, this time with a laugh.

"That's okay. I know what you were doing."

"You do?"

Uh-oh, I thought. Jenna drove that feeling home when she leaned closer and whispered, "You were getting Mr. Wilson all worked up, weren't you?"

The twist in my stomach turned into a sharp stab. I didn't even try to speak as Jenna continued speaking softly. "You were all over her. I saw you kiss her neck and she was into it!" Jenna laughed. "Looked like you were, too. When I first saw you, I thought you were alone and trying to pick her up!"

I could feel her hot breath on my neck and became aware of her breasts touching mine as she leaned in close. As if they had a will of their own, my nipples stiffened despite the awkwardness of the situation. A sense of relief flowed through me when she eased away from me. That relief was short-lived as she leaned against the bar and continued to stare at me with that mocking smile.

"I..." I gave her a sheepish grin. "Kind of yeah. Like I said, we were looking for something a little different tonight."

"Oh, is that what you're looking for tonight?" Still wearing that Cheshire cat smile, Jenna pointed her slender pink-tipped finger and asked, "Just something different?" She added a wink to the smile. "Or something you've done before?"

I looked away from her and two words slammed through my mind. She knows. Or, she at least suspected, but how? Not everyone thought the way we did, unless maybe she just thought I was bi? She was now looking at me, the smile gone, but an expectant look on her face. My eyes trailed over her shoulder, and then I saw Doug approaching. He slowed up just before he reached us, giving Jenna an appraising look from behind. When he looked up, he smiled and gave me a thumb up. I shook my head, but as he came up directly behind Jenna, he said,

"Hey babe, who's your sexy friend?"

Jenna's face lit up. Turning to face him, she exclaimed, "Hi, Mr. Wilson!"

If not for our current predicament, the look on Doug's face would have been comical. His smile fell and his eyes widened. All in all, his face declared nothing short of 'Oh, shit,' and I had no doubt our clever little neighbor would notice.

"Jenna?" he replied weakly. "Wow, uh, I wouldn't think this would be your type of place."

Jenna laughed. "Hey, that's funny; I was just telling Mrs. Wilson the same thing about you guys!"

"Right." He nodded and looked at me.

"I told Jenna how we thought maybe we would see how the younger crowd has fun and stop in for awhile."

"So, Mr. Wilson, you like watching your wife dance with pretty young girls?"

Doug's eyes narrowed. Instead of answering the question, he asked, "Jenna, do your parents know you come here and"—he gestured at her body—"dressed like that?"

"Nope." She giggled. "My parents have no idea about where I go or what I do." She looked back at me with a wink. "Trust me; they would shit if they knew what I did on the weekends, especially"—she placed her hand on my arm, whispering—"when they go on their summer trips." A nasty smile appeared on her face, "Sneaking out of my grandparent's house is really easy." This was followed by another giggle, "Not as easy as being left alone though."

Doug nodded. "That's right! They're gone until Tuesday. Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you so—"

"Well, here I am!" Jenna laughed, spreading her arms out wide and doing a quick turn between us, as if showing herself off.

As she turned from him, Doug looked at me and mouthed, "Oh, my God."

I shook my head, mouthing back, "Don't even think about it!"

He quickly nodded, but his eyes were fixed on Jenna's ass as she finished her turn and faced me, asking, "Hey, can I call you Kim? I mean, I am eighteen, and we are out at a club."

"Sure," I said. "But I really doubt your parents would—"

She rolled her eyes. "Ignorance is bliss." Surprising me by taking my hand, she said, "Hey Kim, wanna dance with me?"

"Oh, no, we were just leaving," I said quickly, ignoring the dismayed look on Doug's face.

"Awww, come on!" she pleaded. "Just one song!"

"You know, Jenna, I don't think that would be uh...proper."

"This place isn't about proper. It's about fun!" She laughed. "Besides, you weren't caring about proper with that redhead!"

"I didn't know that redhead," I pointed out. "Besides..." I stepped away from Doug and beckoned her closer to me.

She eagerly stepped up to me. Lowering my voice, I said, "Besides, you were right. I wanted to get Doug going. A little treat for him, and now we're going to head home."

"Ohh," she cooed, the sound causing a flutter between my legs. "That's a hot thought, because if you don't mind me saying, Doug is fine!"

Ignoring the growing heat between my legs, I smiled. "Thank you, I think so." I gestured at the dance floor. "So, I like to keep him happy, and I did, and now—"

Softly, Jenna said, "I bet you keep him happy. Bet he makes you happy too, but..." She paused then, that nasty little smile reappearing. "I think sometimes you guys need a little more to make you happy."

"Jenna, I have to say I don't like how you're speaking to me."

"Yes, you do. But I get it. You have to put on the show."

"What?" I asked incredulously.

If I didn't know her age for a fact, I would swear this wasn't an nineteen-year-old I was dealing with. She sure as hell wasn't the Little Miss Innocent Doug and I had envisioned her as. Even though I knew I shouldn't do it, I started to imagine what those perky little tits would look like and how her long legs would look wrapped around Doug's waist.

"Speaking of shows," Jenna went on, "How about one more?" She looked over her shoulder at Doug. After giving him a playful wave, she turned back. "Come on, you don't think Doug would like to see you dance with me? Your cute little neighbor acting not so cute? Bet that would really get him going." She sighed. "I know it would get me hot."
She took my hand again, pushing her lip out into a pout. "Please, Kim? One dance?"

"Jenna, I really shouldn't. What would your mother—"

"Think of you and Doug gawking at young girls?" She shrugged. "I'm not sure, but well, you know if we dance, I couldn't say anything to her because—"

"Are you....blackmailing me?"

"Aww, don't be like that." She pouted again. "You keep asking if they know I'm here, so I figured I would do the same thing. Now let's go!" She tugged on my hand. "Just one and I won't ask again!"

I looked over at Doug and saw his eyes locked onto her legs. I had to clear my throat to get him to look up. "Jenna wants to dance, Doug, but can you please tell her we have to leave?"

Jenna turned to look at him. Making a show of looking at his watch, he shrugged. "I'm sure you have time for one."

"Yay!" Jenna cried out. "Let's go!"

I allowed her to tug me towards the floor and shot Doug a dirty look, pointing at Jenna and shaking my head again. He nodded, but with a smile leaned back against the bar eager for the show. I told myself I would keep this one simple, keep my distance, and—

"Hey!" I called out when the second we were out on the floor, Jenna quickly stepped around me coming up from behind, wrapping her slim arms around my waist.

"Hey what? We have to make it look good, no?" she asked as she pressed her small tits hard into my back.

I didn't answer as she began swaying side to side, her hands dropping to my hips and trying to guide me to move with her. After a look at Doug who appeared more excited than he had watching me with Becca, I started moving in time with Jenna, taking her hands and placing them back around my waist. She cooed in my ear. As my pussy heated up, I tried to keep my mind from trying to justify taking this further.

Jenna let my waist go. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she urged me to turn around. I spun to face her and she immediately stepped closer to me. Raising her arms over her head, she did a slow, sexy shimmy all the way down to the floor. I gasped at the feeling of her hands on the backs of my knees. As she began to work her way back up, her soft hands slid all the way up the back of my legs right up under my skirt.

"Jenna, s-stop that," I hissed at her. "I—ow!"

I cried out when she reached my ass and gave it a hard squeeze. She had lifted the back of my skirt up, and I heard several whistles behind me and a guy calling out, "Nice thong!"

I blushed furiously, my eyes following Jenna who had worked herself back up to a standing position. She raised her arms over her head again, but this time, she took her long blonde hair up with it. She began moving faster, gyrating her hips wildly while shaking her head back and forth. Her blonde hair whirled about her, her eyes closed, her perfect lips parted. I swallowed hard at how damn sexy she looked. Unable to help it, my eyes dropped to her tits as she shook them.

Jenna dropped her arms and spun around, driving her ass back into me. She leaned back against me as I had done to Becca. I brought her arms up behind her and wrapped them around my neck. She began sliding back and forth and lowering herself as far as she could without moving her arms and then sliding back up. I couldn't hold back a moan as her bare upper back rubbed my nipples through my dress while her fingers played in my hair. With a start, I realized this girl, who was less than half my age, was completely taking control of me.

I turned my head to see Doug staring at us, his blue eyes wide, his face flushed. Even from a distance, I could see he was breathing hard. I had no doubt he was envisioning Jenna and me naked and writhing together in our bed. I also saw quite a few of the young men and women around us watching. Caught between being humiliated and turned on, the latter won out as I focused on Jenna. She shimmied up and down again, and this time as she came to her feet, I worked my way down to the floor in front of her.

Jenna laughed delightedly and several people clapped and cheered around us. As she had done, I let my hands wander along her long, smooth legs as I worked my way up. I stopped at the backs of her thighs, but couldn't resist placing my hands on her ass over her dress and pulling her into me. Her arms quickly went around my shoulders and we started to sway back and forth, our faces only inches apart. My pussy was starting to drip, and my nipples were aching as her blue eyes stared directly into mine.

Jenna's lips were still parted, and she was flushed and sweating. Her nipples pushed against my dress through the flimsy material of hers, and I told myself to get away from her. But my body wasn't listening and my mind was racing. Christ, she was hotter than Becca, and I had no doubt she was interested. Or was she? If this was some kind of game and I asked her back to our house, there would be hell to pay. I considered turning to look at Doug, but knew he would be of no help. If anything, he would beg me to bring her home—

Just then, Jenna leaned towards me, her head cocked and her mouth opening further. My eyes widened as hers closed and her lips sought mine. I moved my head back, but her hand slid up through my hair holding it long enough for her lips to graze mine. I gasped as those soft, full lips lightly pressed against me. Before I could stop myself, I kissed her back. Jenna released a soft purr that sent a shiver through me. Her tongue flicked out across my lips, then resting head on my shoulder, she whispered in my ear, "Please, take me home with you."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

The music changed to a ballad. Sliding her arms down around my waist, Jenna rocked back and forth in time to the slow beat. My hands on her arms, I tried not to think of how soft and smooth she was.

"You heard me. I know why you're here, Kim," she said softly.

"We...this is our first time here, Jenna. We're—"

"Looking to pick someone up. I want to be that someone."

Her tongue flicked across my ear. Gathering the last of my senses, I pulled away from her.

"I don't know what you think you know, but I—you're wrong." Turning, I walked quickly off the dance floor and over to Doug.

"What happened? Are we—"

"No!" I snapped in frustration. "Christ, Doug, are you serious? That's Jim and Laurie's daughter!"

He frowned. "Yeah, I guess you're right, but goddamn, Kim. I never knew she was that hot, and I really think she—"

"She wants to come home with us. She knows, Doug. But I told her she's wrong, and now we have to get the hell out of here."

Without waiting for him to respond, I grabbed my purse from the stool next to him. Taking his hand, I led him through the crowd towards the front of the club. We had just passed through the doors and past the guys checking the id's of the k**s coming in when I heard my name called. I turned to see Jenna hurrying after us.

"Hey guys, wait a minute!"

"Be firm, Doug," I whispered to him. "We can't!"

He sighed. "You're right."

She reached us. Making sure to keep my eyes on her face only, I said, "Jenna, please, I think you misunderstood what we—"

"Okay, listen." Jenna put her hands up. "Just give me a minute, please?"

"Go ahead," Doug said, causing me to elbow him in the side. "But, uh, make it quick."

"I know you guys were here to pick someone up."

"Jenna, we went through this and you're wrong."

"Kim, my bedroom faces your house. You think I haven't seen those girls come and go?"

Doug stiffened next to me. I did my best to keep looking at her as if nothing were wrong.

"They show up around ten or eleven and then leave a couple of hours later." She smiled. "Always young, always cute, and always dressed. Kind of like me!" She crossed her arms, pushing her small chest further out of her dress. "So, what are they, night maids?" She laughed. "Actually, I think one was dressed as a maid."

I looked at Doug who was nervously chewing on his lip and remained silent as she continued.

"And tonight? You were really hung up on that redhead, Kim, because you didn't even recognize me in the bathroom."

"Bathroom?" I frowned, and then recalled the blonde girl leaning against the wall with her head down on the phone. "Oh, Jesus," I whispered.

"You have a pretty everything, Becca.' Jenna laughed. "You were picking her up. You guys are into playing with girls my age and"—she slowly worked her tongue across her pink lips—"I want to play."

"Okay, look," Doug said. "You're not stupid, and you're certainly not naïve, so I guess we can't deny it."

"Doug!" I elbowed him again, but he went on.

"So, all I can say is I hope you won't say anything to anyone."

"I promise I won't! I've known for awhile and never said anything, even to you guys, but I..." She stopped and looked around at a few k**s standing near us. Stepping forward, she put her hands on our shoulders, lowered her head, and spoke quietly. "It turns me on. Doug, I've thought you were hot since I was old enough to know what hot is."

"Listen, I'm flattered but—"

"Then I...well I played around with a couple of girls and now I think about you too, Kim. The two of you are just..." She sighed. "I think about it all the time! And when I saw you guys tonight I couldn't help trying!"

I looked at Doug and caught him staring at me. I could see he was wavering. Taking his hand, I squeezed it and shook my head.

"Jenna, the thing is, we know you. We don't know those girls. That's a big difference. Never mind we've known you since you were a k**. It would be—"

"Even more fun! Come on, you guys know I'm just what you're looking for. You would be lying if you said it wouldn't be a turn-on! Besides"—she looked first at me then over to Doug—"think about it. I'm right next door. Anytime you guys want to, we could just play!" with a soft sigh she added, "You do know my parents are traveling for more than half the summer right?"

"We can't," Doug said, with absolutely no force behind his words.

Trying to pick up his slack, I removed her hand from my arm. "Jenna, go back into the club and have fun. You're right. That's what we enjoy, but—"

"You know what I like?" she asked as if I wasn't speaking.

"What?" Doug asked softly.

"At night after I shower, I lay naked on my bed and get out my vibrator and watch porn on my laptop."

"Jenna, enough," I said, sounding about as convincing as Doug.

"But not just any porn," she continued in a soft purr. "A site called Couples Seeking Teens. It's all videos about people your age playing with girls like me. I get off to them and think of you guys. I want to play!" She pushed her lips out in a precious pout, her lower lip trembling. "Please, I'll do anything you want!"

"We...um..." Doug sighed. "Damn."

"So, how about we get in our cars and I meet you back at your place and we have fun?" She gave me a huge smile. "It's the weekend and my folks are away. I could even spend the night. Wouldn't that be fun? You guys don't do that, but you could with me! Hmm, that would be nice sleeping between the two of you."

That image caused my heart to skip a beat and Doug squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. I looked at Jenna but remained silent knowing the only word that would come out was yes. Jenna looked around. Seeing no one was close to us, she stepped directly in front of me, grabbed my hand, and yanked it up under her skirt. Caught by surprise, I didn't have a chance to resist as she pressed my hand between her legs. "Oh!" I whispered at the feeling of her bare flesh, her soaking wet, bare, hot, and oh, so smooth flesh. She started sliding my hand back and forth, and I could feel the edge of it sliding between the lips of her pussy.

"Hmmm," Jenna moaned. "I took them off, just before I came to see you at the bar. See how bad I want you?"

She pulled my hand from under her skirt. Too stunned to fight her, I watched as she brought it up and shoved it in Doug's face. He placed his nose against my hand and took a deep breath. His eyes closed, he took my hand from Jenna's and guided it under my nose. I took in her scent as I looked at Doug's smiling face, and we both said, "Let's go."

*****

"I can't believe we're going to do this!" I said for the third time since we'd left the club. "Jesus, Doug, what if she—"

"Enough, Kim," Doug said as he sped up and went around the slow-moving van in front of us. "It's too late now. We admitted what we're into, not that she didn't know anyway, and it's not like we don't want to, so"—he glanced over at me and placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze—"let's go have some fun."

"We shouldn't, but she's so fucking hot!" Shifting in my seat, I felt my thong sticking to my pussy. "God, I'm wet!"

"As wet as she was?"

"Shit, Doug, she was dripping!" I placed my hand under my nose again. "Damn, I can't wait to taste her!"

"Wait's almost over." Doug guided our black Lexus off the exit. "Do you see her behind us?"

I looked into the side mirror but didn't see Jenna's red Toyota.

I frowned. "No. She was behind us just before we got onto the highway. Hey," I said nervously. "You don't think she was screwing with us, do you?"

"I doubt she would let you touch her pussy if she was." He gunned the car through a yellow light and crossed the intersection, turning left onto our street.

"True, but you never know and—"

"Oh, I don't think we have anything to worry about," Doug said softly. "Look at that."

I looked down the street towards our house and saw Jenna's car in her parents' driveway. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her sitting on the swing on our porch.

"Damn, she drives as fast as she moves."

Doug pulled into the driveway. Before he had even shut the car off, I was out of it and heading for our eager partner. When she saw me coming, she stood up and gave me a huge smile. I noticed she had removed her heels. Her toes were painted in the same hot pink as her fingers.

"Where were you, slow pokes?" she asked.

"You do everything fast?" I asked as I walked up the stairs towards her.

"Nope!" She shook her head. "I take my time when it counts."

As I met her on the top step, she looked down at my tits and licked her lips. "I bet they're beautiful," she whispered.

"I bet everything about you is," I said, resisting the urge to kiss her right then and there. I didn't see any lights on around us, but still, no need to take a chance. I could wait another minute.

Doug came up behind me, and Jenna turned her gaze to him and sighed. "I can't believe you're going to fuck me."

"You...aren't shy at all, are you?" Doug asked.

He walked past us, and I had to laugh as he was so excited he dropped the keys trying to get into the house. "Jeez, first day with the new fingers," he joked.

"I bet they'll do just fine," Jenna said from next to me.

Doug got the door open. Stepping to the side, he made a show of waving us in. Jenna walked past me and Doug reached out and took her hand, running ran her long nails lightly across his cheek. As I walked by him, he looked at me and whispered, "Kim, we're not going to regret this."

I took his hand. As we entered the living room, Jenna stood across the room near the hallway. I made my way to the couch and gestured towards it, saying, "Come sit down, honey. You want something to drink?"

Jenna shook her head and laughed. "The only thing I want in my mouth is you guys." As Doug and I exchanged a "Are we dreaming?" glance, Jenna laughed and exclaimed, "And no way am I sitting down. I'll meet you in the bedroom!"

With a giggle that sent my overheated pussy flowing again, she turned from us and skipped down the corridor towards our bedroom. When she reached the door, she turned back to us and rolled her eyes. "Well, aren't you coming?"

"We will be," I said. Casting any semblance of control to the wind, I almost ran down the hallway after her.

Jenna giggled and entered the room. I followed to see her standing in front of our bed, a huge smile on her face. I immediately went over to her. Moving so quickly she caught me by surprise, Jenna threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips hard to mine. Unlike the club, this was not a teasing kiss. I groaned as my incredibly eager young neighbor all but attacked my mouth. My arms went around her slim waist, and this time, it was Jenna who moaned in her throat as I returned her kiss with equal fervor.

I felt movement next to me and saw Doug ease past me and stand behind Jenna. He caught my eye and mouthed, "Goddamn" as he watched us kiss. My attention left Doug when Jenna's tongue pushed against my lips and I opened my mouth to welcome it inside. We both purred softly as her soft wet tongue danced across mine and we began to rock side to side causing our breasts to slide across each other. My nipples had been aching for the last half hour, and I decided it was time there was no clothing between us.

Slipping my hands down her ass, I grabbed the bottom of her dress and tugged on it. Continuing to thrill me with her enthusiasm, Jenna broke the kiss and raised her arms over her head. I tugged the dress, over her hips when she gave us another thrill.

"Oh, please let Doug do it!"

"Well, hey how can I say no to a sweet request like that?"

Doug slipped his hands underneath mine and I could feel them trembling with excitement. I eased back and watched with baited breath as Doug, with a teasing slowness I had to give him credit for, slid Jenna's dress off.

"Oh, honey." I cooed. "Oh, look at you!"

Jenna's long slender body was nothing short of perfect. Her perky tits were small, but well shaped with delicious looking pink nipples. Those nipples looked as hard as mine felt and each one turned up slightly. Forcing my eyes down, I took in her smooth flat stomach along with the silver barbell pierced through her navel. My eyes then locked onto her smooth, pink pussy peering out at me from between her thighs. Jenna still had her arms over her head showing off and tossing her dress to the side; Doug reached around her and cupping her small tits in his large hands, gave them a squeeze.

"Oh, yes," Jenna moaned. Shoving her ass back into Doug, she ground it against him.

"How do they feel, baby?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Amazing," holding them up, he started stroking her nipples with his thumbs,

"That feels sooo good!" Jenna whimpered.

That sound sent a shiver down my spine, and, I eagerly fastened my lips around her right nipple.

"Oh, my God!" Jenna moaned as I began swirling my tongue expertly around her swollen pink flesh.

I gasped around her precious little nipple when I felt her hand in my hair as she shoved her chest into my face. I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and was rewarded with another of those adorable whimpers. Doug was still teasing her other nipple and had mover her blonde hair to the side and was kissing the soft skin of her neck. Jenna reached back with her arm and wrapped it around his head, urging him to continue.

Still tonguing her nipple I stared at the look of absolute pleasure on her young face and realized I had far too much clothing on. Releasing her nipple I raised my arms up and sighed, "Me too?"

Jenna groaned as my mouth left her nipple, but then moaned again when Doug quickly replaced it with his thumb. She gave me that eager smile and reaching behind me, unzipped my dress. Her lips found mine and she began to tease them softly as her hands moved to my shoulders and pushed my dress down. When she got it to my waist, her hands went back around me and I felt my heart begin to pound as her fingers unsnapped my bra. I could feel her fingers trembling against my back and she was moaning softly into my mouth as Doug continued to fondle her nipples.

Jenna pulled my bra apart and I straightened my arms for her to slide the straps off. Instead she grabbed the front and yanking it down caused my breasts to spring free.
"Damn their beautiful!" She slid her hands beneath them.

I started to thank her, but all that came out was a loud moan. She ducked her head and her full, pink lips fastened themselves to my hard, rose-colored nipple. Jenna moaned around it as she began to suck it and her fingers stroked my other nipple. Doug was still fondling hers and leaning over I caught his lips and our tongues explored each other's mouths as Jenna worked my nipples. Doug broke the kiss and removing his hands from Jenna's tits, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up from my breasts.

She groaned in disappointment, but then squealed in delight, when Doug turned her to the side so she was standing between us and we each took a nipple into our mouths.

"Oh, fuck this is hot!" she cried out as she put her arms around us. As I licked her nipple, I looked across at Doug and felt my pussy start to drip watching him tongue that pretty pink nub. My hand slid down Jenna's flat stomach and she whimpered as my fingers began caressing the soft skin of her mound. She gasped and jerked forward as Doug's hand had slid down her back and gave her ass a hard squeeze.

"I think Doug has too many clothes on," I said, grabbing his shirt.

"Oh, let me!" Jenna laughed, and as Doug raised his arms, eagerly peeled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side

"Hmmm," Jenna purred as she ran her hands up and down his chest. "Damn, you're hot!"

"And you're perfect!" Doug exclaimed, and wrapping his arms around her waist, drew her into a hard kiss.

Jenna yelped in surprise, but then moaned as his mouth devoured hers. I pushed my dress down over my hips and kicked it aside. Now wearing just my red thong, I stepped up behind Jenna and moving her hair began kissing her back as I fondled her firm little ass. She cooed delightedly and started grinding her ass back into my hands. I began trailing my lips down the smooth creamy skin of her back. Sinking to my knees behind her, I started sucking on the cheek of her ass. Jenna moaned and I looked up to see she was now leaning into Doug who was still sucking on her nipple.

She was looking over her shoulder at me and grabbing her hips, I turned her so she was now facing Doug. Giving Doug a playful push, I said, "Why don't you sit down for us, baby?"

Doug sat on the edge of the bed, and knowing from experience what I wanted, drew Jenna down with him so she was now bent over in my face. I spread her cheeks open and with no hesitation plunged my tongue into her little pink rosebud. Jenna squealed then called out,

"Oh, I like that! Kim, you're a dirty girl!"

I laughed then started swirling my tongue around the edges of her puckered hole, before pushing it inside. Jenna moaned, wiggling her ass in my face. As I tongued her ass, deliberately teasing myself with the knowledge her deliciously young pussy was just inches from my mouth, I turned my head slightly and looked into the mirror over my bureau. Doug and I had many sexy guests in this room over the years and the mirror was posit