“Fight?”
I looked at his face, he’d really meant what he’d just said.
“I’d fight, Dave. Oh yes, I’d fight all right, but not how you mean. I’d just kill and I’d do it without any thought at all, unless – “
I grinned at him in an attempt to lighten the mood, the sheer intensity of my words!
“If I really thought she wanted to go, I wouldn’t stand in her way, not for one second. But I’ll tell you this much Dave, I’d have to wait a bloody long time before I could find a girl who even came close to her.”
He squeezed my leg, but this time I didn’t start, it was a man to man thing, a mutual understanding, a meeting of minds even.
“You obviously don’t know, Danny, but Molly’s sixteen years younger than me and look at her mate, just fucking look at her. I’d die for that woman mate, fucking die for her.”
I did look at her and so did he, I think we said it together.
“Fucking hell!”
The other dancers were taking a break so the music was soft and slow, Jenny and Molly were moving sensuously together in time to the music face to face, lips barely a hair’s breadth apart, hips grinding sensuously into each other’s and breasts squashed together.
As we watched, Molly touched both hands to Jenny’s face and kissed her softly on the lips. Jenny’s lips parted and her tongue flickered out, delving serpent-like into the mouth of her new found friend. Other people were watching them too, but our girls were oblivious, in their world at that moment there were no other people.
Each pair of hands wandered down over warm, soft feminine skin onto deliciously enticing curves where they caressed, stroked, touched and aroused.
Suddenly they seemed to become aware of the stares and looked around laughing, before returning hand in hand to our table. Groups of youths cheered while some of the women clapped politely, afraid probably to admit the feelings the sexy little show had provoked within themselves.
We stood up politely as the girls sat down, blushing, but giggling and still holding each other’s hand.
“So is it fair to say that you and Molly like each other?” I said to Jenny.
By way of an answer, she kissed Molly again, a long, lingering, soul-searching meeting of two soft, pliant pairs of lips moist with desire and obvious longing.
“Perhaps just a little bit,” she laughed as they pulled apart, “What do you think, Molly?”
The other girl pretended to think about it for a moment before holding a finger and thumb up to us, almost but not quite touching.
“I’ll agree with Jenny,” she said, “Perhaps just a little bit.”
“It’s just a thought,” I ventured, “But what nights do you get off from the bar?”
I knew we were all on the same wavelength when Dave said, “Any night we want.”
“And we want, don’t we Dave?” came from Molly.
“It looks like it doesn’t it?” then turning to me he asked, “Fancy a tour of the bars then?”
Jenny and I nodded together and Molly got up, taking hold of Jenny’s hand,
“Come upstairs and help me choose something to wear.” she said almost shyly, then added with a giggle, “If we’re not back in three hours, carry on without us.”
Dave excused himself and went to organise some more staff, leaving me time to consider what we may or may not be getting ourselves into. Jenny had surprised me by her willingness, eagerness even, to give herself to Molly although having said that, there was no doubt that extrovert little blonde was an extremely attractive woman.
Were we going to be swapping partners later on? It seemed likely, but as excited as I was at the thought of making love to Molly, I couldn’t shake off the nagging doubts that had crept so quickly into my mind.
The girls appeared quicker than I expected, giggling and still holding hands, it hadn’t taken them long to find Molly a skirt every bit as short as the one Jenny was wearing. It looked like she’d copied my sister’s dress code all the way by knotting a denim shirt just below her heavy breasts. Seeing Dave hadn’t returned, she went off to see where he’d got to, so I took the opportunity of asking Jenny if she and Molly had discussed the forthcoming fun and games.
“I was just about to ask the same thing, Danny,” she said and I shook my head.
“Well, Molly said that what they like to do is to go out with another couple, in this case, us, have a few beers and just generally chat while we all suss each other out. They’re not what you’d call hardened swingers though, this is only the fifth time in the six years they’ve been out here.”
She continued, “Look, Danny, you know me. I’m a show-off, a bit of a tart if you like, but I love you more than life itself. If you hadn’t survived the smash, I honestly think I might have killed myself. So never, ever doubt my love for you. Let’s go with the flow and see where it takes us, I know that you and Shirley, your ex, did a bit of swinging because you told me and you know about me and the prat with the broken nose.
“Do they usually swap, you know completely?”
“I think so, yes. Why, aren’t you comfortable with that?”
It really did take me a minute to think about that one and she sensed my feelings, leaning over to me she kissed me and said softly.
“I’m not Shirley, Danny.”
That was all it took to assuage my doubts, just those four simple words, then I knew I’d go along with it. Hell, I was even going to bloody well enjoy it.
There was something perversely erotic about watching Jenny with her arm linked through Dave’s as we left the bar to a few knowing winks and nods from their staff.
“Danny, you’re a very lucky man,” Molly said softly beside me, her own arm linked through mine, “She’s gorgeous.”
I nearly agreed with her but decided on a charm offensive instead.
“A man once said that only a beautiful, sexy woman can truly appreciate the beauty of another beautiful sexy woman.”
“Hey, that’s nice, who said that?”
“I did.”
And the four of us laughed together.
There was no shortage of bars in the town and no shortage of customers to fill them. Everyone was getting into the festive spirit and being with Dave and Molly actually made it quite difficult for me to spend any money. Most of the bar owners knew them and refused their (and my) offer of payment for drinks.
“Don’t worry about it, Danny,” he explained, “We all do it. They’ll be round my place one day with their mates or whatever and they’ll expect the same from me.”
The third bar had a small dance area, but I laughingly declined Molly’s suggestion to, “Let’s rock, baby,” citing my weak legs as an excuse not to make a complete fool of myself.
“I am to dancing, what Saddam Hussein is to world peace,” I explained and Jenny confirmed it with a giggle.
“He’s not just got two left feet,” she laughed, “He’s got two left of everything.”
“Really?” laughed Molly, “This could be quite a night then.”
Off the girls went onto the dance floor and sure enough began to dance up a storm, they rocked, they rolled, they twisted, turned, writhed, gyrated, you name it they did it and they did it bloody well, too. At one point, Molly stood facing us, legs apart, bumping and grinding and Jenny stood behind her running both hands sensuously up and down her hips and thighs whilst licking her neck.
Molly tilted her head back and kissing Jenny full on the mouth, took hold of both her hands and ran them slowly down over her delightfully jiggling breasts, over her flat stomach and into the waistband of her skirt. From our vantage point which was just slightly lower than the raised up dance area, we could see there was no hair at all to conceal her delicate little cleft and nothing to obscure our view as four hands lightly opened her cunt lips just as the music crashed to an end.
“Jesus Christ,” Dave said admiringly as the girls ran giggling from the stage,
“That is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
I could only agree with him.
“Well did you enjoy that?” Laughed Jenny as she sat down next to him.
“Is the Pope a Catholic?” he replied and patted his knee as a request for her to sit there.
Jenny blew me a kiss as she acceded to his request and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Now what?” she asked innocently and her giggle was cut short as Dave’s mouth closed over hers.
Molly didn’t need any asking, I just caught a glimpse of Jenny’s tongue snaking between Dave’s teeth when her own mouth opened on mine and I felt her teeth nibbling tenderly on my lower lip.
“Let’s go somewhere where you can fuck me, Danny,” she whispered, “That sister of yours has got me so fucking wet, I’m dripping. Feel me.”
All thoughts of jealousy went out of my head as she parted her legs, offering herself to me and guided my hand to the wetness between them.
“I think that’s a pretty good idea,” Jenny laughed as she eased Dave’s hand out from between her own legs, “We could end up getting thrown out of here if we stay much longer.”
We decided to return to their flat above the bar, with a promise to continue the tour another night. I think we’d all got another kind of exploring on our minds right then.
Walking up the outside staircase to their flat made my legs ache a bit, but if I could have done it a thousand times behind two sexy little bottoms and two naked slits peeking out from between their legs, I would have done it gladly.
They stopped on the top step and turned around as Molly pointed out the lights of a cruise ship anchored offshore.
“You should see it in daylight. The view from here is absolutely beautiful.”
From three steps below them where Dave and I’d stopped, I laughed and said.
“There’s quite a view from down here too.”
