Tuesday, Rachael phoned and asked me around for dinner. When I arrived, she was home alone, Lynette being on the night shift. I was relieved and pleased to have Rachael to myself. We sat and talked about the three of us, and I soon realised that Rachael was now a great deal more serious and wanted a permanent relationship.
She was okay about us having the odd session where we invited Lynette in with us, but she mentioned that Lynette wanted to bring Shane into our circle. She was absolutely against this and freely admitted she was jealous.
As I have said, I was keen to entertain a threesome with Shane. She was a very sexy, attractive young lady. But I was fond of Rachael and didn’t want to screw around with her. So I promised her I would not sleep with Shane, no matter what happened.
I was in a difficult space as my feelings for Rachael had grown, and she was much more than just a quick bonk. I did not want to hurt her or our relationship to end before I had a chance to broaden her horizons. She was just too naive and vulnerable for me to mess around with.
But experience told me that this affair was unlikely to last. I had about seven weeks to run on my contract in Gisborne and then would be moving back to Auckland, where I had a new teaching contract for two years. Added to that, I was seventeen years older than Rachael. She needed to have experience with guys more her age before she could make any sensible decision about our relationship.
I also knew Rachael had at least two years to run in her Radiography internship. She talked of breaking this and coming to live in Auckland. I realised I needed to work on cooling our relationship so she didn’t make a silly decision. Very difficult to decide how to do this, though, when over the last few days, I had had such fantastic sex. My brain was saying one thing, but the brain in my cock had plenty of sway.
At this point, I can start making up stories about our sex over the next three or four weeks. The fact is, I can’t remember much of the sex in those four weeks. The three of us did wind up in bed together most weekends at least once, but Rachael engineered our timetable, so it was the two of us together more often than not.
Our first threesome must have happened about the first week in October. I know I finished my contract and left Gisborne to travel back to Auckland on Sunday, 12 December.
Anyway, the whole point of this story was that I wanted to talk about the last weekend, so let’s jump to that.
After one of our threesomes, we were lounging around in the flat. Lynette asked us what our favourite sexual experience had been to date, then quickly modified her question to; ‘or our favourite fantasy’. She amended her question because of Rachael’s limited experience.
I seem to remember that Lynette’s was about doing it in a lift in a very tall building. My biggest fantasy was to have it in an Airplane and get in the mile-high club.
It was tough to get Rachael to open up about anything. She couldn’t think of anything to tell. After a lot of prodding and suggestions from Lynette and me, she said she did remember getting very horny once.
She had gone to try on her first bra with her mother. They had travelled into Hamilton City and gone to a department store. Her mother was pulling out boring old stuff, and the sales girl interjected, told her mother to go and have a coffee and that she would give Rachael a sizing and fit her with something appropriate for a girl her age.
Rachael was surprised that her mother accepted this and left her to the salesgirl. Once her mother had departed, the sales girl shifted to a different area and selected three lovely bra and knickers sets. She then took Rachael to the fitting rooms and told her to strip off and call her in when she had one of the sets on.
Rachael was mortified at the thought of stripping naked in the changing room and felt even more concerned about calling the sales girl in with her, only being dressed in a bra and knickers. But she wanted to go along with it, as it was much better than having her mother involved.
She said that once she was naked, she heard a couple of guys talking in the booth next to hers, and she suddenly found herself going wet between her legs and got goosebumps. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.
She said her excitement heightened when the sales girl returned, checked the sizing, and said the bra was too tight. The girl got her to take off the bra, took the other two bras and went out to get larger sizes. It left Rachael in the booth, wearing only a pair of very sexy lace knickers for a few minutes because the sales girl got distracted by another customer.
She told us she almost had an orgasm while she waited as women and men were walking past, with only a thin curtain hiding her.
Over her shoulder, Lynette winked at me and mouthed, “We’re going to get her into a changing booth.”
Well, the final week of my term in Gisborne was upon me. I was to leave early on Sunday for the drive to Auckland. Lynette arranged for the three of us to have dinner downtown on Friday night and informed me she had spent some time checking out all the shops with changing rooms. The best she had found was the Farmers Store, which is a large department store much like Walmart, only much, much smaller. She said it was the only changing room she had found that had a door, and the end changing room was quite large.
We all met up for dinner at a restaurant we frequented, and after dinner, I told Rachael I was going to buy her some sexy lingerie as a going-away present. So we all walked from the restaurant to Farmers and looked through the lingerie section. Lynette found several items that shocked Rachael, and with cries of, “I can’t wear that,” we headed for the changing rooms.
There were few people in the store, and the changing rooms were hardly being used, so we chose the end room, locked the door, and proceeded to strip Rachael of all her clothes. She objected throughout but was getting excited. We got her to try on lots of very sexy items, and both Lynette and I took every opportunity to touch her boobs and arse.
When she started to get flushed and turned on, Lynette bundled up all her clothes into the bag she had brought, and we left Rachael naked in the changing room, telling her we were off to get some more items for her to try on.
The look of panic as we opened the door and left was priceless. Rachael finally realised what we were up to. I followed Lynette around the store as she gathered more items. We took our time and waited until several women and men had entered and left the changing rooms before we returned.
We had to knock on the door as Rachael had it locked. She let us in, complaining that we were both a pack of bastards for doing this to her. But I also noted she looked very turned on and was very wet between her legs.
I took her in my arms to console her. Lynette moved behind me and started removing my clothes. Rachael got the message and quickly joined in, unzipping my jeans and pushing them down my legs. I spun around and unbuttoned Lynette’s blouse. Once Rachael had my Jeans and boxers off, she joined me in stripping Lynette.
Once we were all naked, I spun Rachael around, hooked an arm around her hips and, pushing her shoulders, bent her forward. I bent my knees and, in one thrust, took her from behind. Lynette slipped onto the seat in front of us under Rachael, grabbed her tits, bounced them in her hands, and tweaked her nipples.
I reached down with both hands, placed them under her hips, and stood up, lifting Rachael off her feet. She fell forward onto Lynette, but then placing her hands on the mirror; she walked herself upright. She was now positioned with her fanny right in front of Lynette’s face, and Lynette took full advantage. Leaning forward, she attacked Rachael’s cunt with her mouth. She also had a few nibbles and licks of my shaft as it slipped under her chin.
Rachel moaned and bucked her hips, attempting to push her clit down Lynette’s throat. I had to cover her mouth to try and quieten her as I became aware that the couple I’d heard talking in the next booth had suddenly gone quiet.