I couldn't have predicted what was to happen, there was no warning.
My two friends, Bob and Anna, had introduced me to Nancy and Sandy
the previous week while I was helping to make some bookcases. They
were pretty, but didn't impress.

Nancy surprised me with her call, asking to come over so we could
make candles after I finished my evening work. I baked bread at the
time, you see, so I could pay for those little extras that made
a college education fulfilling, like dope and gas money. I'd bake 100
or so loaves a night while studying. Making bread involves a lot
of waiting around for yeast to rise. I think sex is a little like
that, too, except for the waiting. Nancy's call was a surprise because
I didn't think she was any more impressed with me than I was with her
and her friend. But what the hell, the approach was unique and,
besides, I figured candlemaking might be fun.

Does this sound corny to you, my friend? I mean it's twenty years
later, the times are different and we don't do those things anymore
but, really, nobody'd think it wierd to have two girls over to make
candles twenty years ago. Now it sounds like
a ridiculous come on. Then, it was normal. When I mentioned to
some of folks that Bob and Anna's friends were coming to make candles
tonight, nobody blinked, nobody got sarcastic, nobody cared. It was
normal.

They showed up at nine, Nancy in jeans and a check shirt, Sandy in
virgin polyester. They took over the front room and started cooking
paraffin, taking out boxes of equipment, dyes and things. I quickly
realized I had no interest whatsoever in paraffin, dyes or candles.
Nancy, on the other hand, was more and more intriguing. Somehow, our
bodies made contact a little more often than statistics would predict.
Her tits would brush, accidentally, on my arm as she turned. She backed
her ass against me as I was pretending to be interested in melting
candlewax, and then did it again, without arousing Sandy's suspicion
as far as I could see.

After an hour, a dozen "accidental" contacts, and several longing looks,
my body temperature had gone up a few degrees, my cock was sensitive
and getting hot, and, fool that I was, I couldn't figure out what to do.
I mean, what to do about Sandy?

OK, OK, let's remember now. I was 20 or so, hard core was hard to find,
group sex was something you read about but didn't do, and, mostly, I
didn't have much of an imagination. What I wanted to do was get rid of
Sandy. Politely.

Now. The candles are made, and I'm sitting on the couch, Nancy to my right,
Sandy at the left. Sandy leaves the room. Nancy reaches, over, feels my
cock harden in my jeans. I kiss her fully, try to ingest her mouth. Her
tits feel soft, not real firm, under her blouse, in one of those bras which
don't feel like they're armor plated. Nancy lets air out in a long sigh
as I let my hands wander over her, exploring her shape. She whispers,
"I want you now".

"What about Sandy?"

"Don't worry about her. Eat me, now, please. I can't wait."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I fumbled around with her buttons
and belt. Nancy couldn't wait, popped her jean buttons in two seconds,
dropped them off one leg, letting the jeans stay hanging on the left leg.
I hit the floor and ran my hands over her legs. They were firm. I love
women who walk, or run, or for whatever reason have firm legs. Nancy's
were perfect. Her pussy was wet right to the surface. I spread the lips
with my hand, and tentatively licked from the middle to the top. Her clit
sprang to attention as I worked it up and down with my tongue. Nancy's
stomach began to quiver and her groin absolutely vibrated as she fought
against losing contact with my mouth while trying to move. I burrowed my
mouth against her pussy, trying to take it all in the way I ate her mouth.

I was grinding my face against Nancy's cunt when I remembered Sandy. Where
was she? I moved up against Nancy's ear and whispered to her. "Baby, we
need some time to ourselves. I can give Sandy my car and..."

"No, we'll get together later."

Nancy rearranged herself quickly as Sandy nonchalantly re-entered.

"Having fun, guys?"

"Serious fun." I must have looked stupid with Nancy dripping off my
chin, but I didn't care.