It was great fun hanging out with the girls. The bond between Emma and Becky that their night out had created between them was fun to witness. They seemed to be so in sync with each other. They shared a similar humour, liked the same kind of pop culture and unfortunately enjoyed ripping the shit out of me. The number and frequency of ‘old man’ jokes was dizzying.

I made the mistake of asking Emma to turn down the volume on the TV…..well…..all bets were off.

“Turn it down Emma – it’s just noise”, Becky mocked

“Back in my day we had proper music, none of this noise that the kids listen to now days,” continued Emma.

“Yes alright….I get it, I’m old.”

Becky gave me a big hug accompanied with an ‘Awwwww’.

“Not too hard Becky, you’ll break one of his brittle ribs,” Emma sucker punched me with.

The two of them lost control and laughed themselves onto the floor. I simply switched the TV over to the sport results and let them get on with it.

Once they got themselves together we continued chatting. I noticed that my sex door neighbour (see what I did there…..ahem) had turned her lights on. I saw her pass the window a couple of times. She was wearing a nice cream blouse and a black skirt. As it was a Sunday I had no idea why she would be dressed so formally. Perhaps she worked a weekend job? She looked very nice though.

As we finished up the meal Emma got up.

“Right I’m heading to the bathroom for a long soak. You guys going to be OK without me?” she winked.

“We’ll manage,” Becky winked back.

Emma walk down to her bedroom and opened her door. A few seconds later she came out with a bag and a towel and walked into the bathroom and close the door.

As soon as the click of the lock was heard Becky jumped on me.

“I missed you so much Micky.”

She straddled my lap and kissed me deeply. It was wonderful to feel her lithe body close to me again. I could smell her hair and relished the familiar feeling of her lips on mine. Our kissing became urgent and our breathing quickened.

The close contact of her body made me hard and my thin cotton trousers did nothing to hide my arousal. Becky was grinding her crotch up against my rigid pole, her tongue filling my mouth, her lips devouring mine. My hands reach under her shirt from the back and felt the slightly damp warmth of her back. Her sensuous waist, so trim and muscular allowing her hips to move separately in a constant grinding motion.

We embraced, and as I looked over her shoulder I saw that my neighbour was sitting on her sofa, perhaps watching TV, maybe watching us. I waited a little bit and saw that she was definitely glancing our way. Her hand was rubbing her thigh.

Panting I said, “I think we’re being watched.”

Becky pulled back a little, “What?”

Without motioning I said, “Through the window, the same girl as I wanked in front of when you were on the phone.”

Becky smiled, “Really! Is she still there?”

“Yep.”

Becky sat up a little straighter and suddenly pulled off her top revealing a sexy deep blue bra.

She looked me in the eyes, “Take off your trousers.”

I complied straight away. I lifted my arse and pulled my trousers and pants down, kicking them off on to the floor.

“Now lie down so your feet are facing her.” came her next command. I lay down so that our ‘watcher’ would have a view of the underside of my cock and balls.

Becky hopped up and stood facing me with her back to our audience. She slowly pulled her own sweatpants down revealing a matching blue pair of panties. They were tiny in the front, the patch of material barely covering her pubic area. She bent down, bending at the waist, and pulled the sweatpants off her feet. The girl in the other apartment must have been treated to an amazing view of Becky’s perfect arse.

Becky reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. With a small shake of her shoulders it fell down her arms and she let it drop to the floor. I was now being treated to the spectacular view of Becky almost naked, standing in front of me with her voluptuous breasts on show. Becky then bought her fingers around to her front. She slide her hands across her breasts, down her belly and on to her pubic mound. She move her legs slight apart and cupped her hand over her pussy so that her fingers were through the gap in her thighs and pointing back towards her arse.

I moved my head slightly so I could see if my neighbour was still watching. She was.

She was sitting slightly forward on her sofa. She had unbuttoned her shirt and was currently massaging her breasts, which were still in her bra, while watching the show unfold.

I turned my attention back to Becky. She had moved the material of her panties aside and was slowly slipping her fingers along her wet slit. Without even thinking about it my hand had made its way to my cock and I was slowly pumping myself to the vision of pure sex that stood before me.

Becky walked over to me and stood at the end of the sofa. She smiled at me and then turned her head around so she could look at the girl in the apartment. I saw the girl stop massaging her breasts and drop her hands. Becky then turned fully around. I could now see her arse and the almost nonexistent string of her thong.

I saw the girl staring at Becky’s perfect form. Becky must have been sending hand signals to her. The girl stood up and took off her blouse completely. She had a shy look on her face but even from the distance we were away from her I could see her chest heaving with deep breaths of arousal.

Becky motioned again and the girl reach behind herself and unclasped her bra. Her large breasts fell free immediately. Again Becky motioned something and as if the girl was hypnotized she started to unzip her skirt. It too fell to the floor and she stood there topless like Becky.

Becky turned back to me and walked around the side of the sofa. She got down on her knees and pushed my hand away from its steady pumping action. She took hold of me and looked across to the girl again. She leaned down and kissed the head of my cock. I smiled in the knowledge of the treat I was about to receive. Becky was many things but she was easily the most talented cock sucker I had ever experienced.

She lowered her mouth onto me and sucked the head of my cock. Her tongue and lips moving in perfect synchronicity to allow the perfect amount of suction and release. Her slow movements and cheeky tongue acrobatics cause me to sigh out loud. I lifted my head and saw that the girl was now standing near her window. Her fingers on one hand pinching her nipple while the other had disappeared beneath her white panties. I could only just make out the movement around her crotch but her face showed the sexual pleasure that she was experiencing.

Becky stood, and while still pleasuring me with her mouth, straddled me so her back was to the girl. She moved her legs so they were spread nicely and her arse was proudly sticking up in the air. Her mouth strokes were becoming deeper now. Each one sending a shot of pleasure straight through my gut and into my chest. I saw her reach behind herself and start to finger her wet hole.

Again a looked up to see our watcher standing with one foot up on a chair, her panties now gone and her fingers deep inside her. She stared at me and then her eyes flicked over to the vision of Becky fingering herself frantically. She picked up something off the table and held it up. It was a mobile phone. She took her fingers out of herself and pointed at me and then back at her phone.

“I think she wants to call us Becky.”

Becky stopped her amazing blowjob, “Let her.”

She stood up and faced the girl. She hooked her thumbs into the miniscule waistband of her thong and pulled it down. She kicked the tiny piece of material off and straddle me again, although this time she turned her back to me and faced the window. She positioned herself over my cock and lowered herself down onto my hardness, her moistened tunnel allowing me to slip inside her with almost no friction.

While she was doing this I was doing my best to give the girl my number. I was basically holding up fingers for numbers. I gave her the last digit and waited. In a matter of seconds my phone rang. I picked it up and answered it.

“Finally we talk.” I said as cool as possible but cringing at how cheesy it sounded.

“I know…..I don’t even know your name?”

Her voice was soft and cute.

“I’m Michael, but everyone calls me Micky.”

“Hi Micky, I’m Stella, and your girlfriend’s name?”

“Her name is Rebecca, but Becky is fine.”

Becky waved at Stella. She then started to move on me. I was in her as deep as I could go. Her muscles gripping and releasing me as she slowly rocked back and forth.

I addressed Stella, “I’d really like it if you played with yourself again.”

I saw her smile across the gap between our two apartments. “You like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much.”

“I like what I see as well. Becky is beautiful.”

I told Becky what Stella had said and she blew her a kiss. Her movements were getting a little more intense now. Her rocking had turned into a bouncing motion that meant my cock was thrusting in and out of her. Becky leaned forward a little which allowed her to slide up and down my meaty rod. Her breathing was becoming louder and with sighs and moans punctuating her pleasure.

“She’s getting pretty turned on by all of this. I think we’d like to see you finger yourself again.”

Stella quickly dropped her hand back to her pussy and stared to probe around her hole. I could hear her breath catch as her finger passed over her clit. A soft moan came through the phone and I could see her fingers disappear into her cunt.

I decided to test the waters a little and see how far I could go with this. I put the phone on speaker.

“Stella,” I saw her look up at us, “I want you to tell me how you would like me to fuck you.”

Her voice came through the speakers on the phone, a little tinny but loud enough so Becky and I could hear her.

“I wish it was your cock inside me, not my fingers. I want you to bend me over this chair and fuck me hard from behind.”

I wanted Becky to be involved in this, “I want to see you eat Becky’s pussy while I fuck you.”

“I’d love that – her pussy looks so beautiful.” I could hear her struggling with her breath, her hand was a blur of movement. She had given up trying to stand. She was sitting on the chair with her legs wide open.

Becky leaned over a bit and spoke towards the phone, “Stella – I wish you could see how good his cock looks fucking me. It’s so fat and long, I can feel myself getting ready to cum.”

“Ooooooo…..Becky I’m so wet. I’m dripping all over my hand, I wish I was licking you, fingering you, tasting your juices.”

I could feel the spasms of Becky starting. It was such a familiar feeling now. My own sensitivity had increased and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much more. I had the sensations that Becky was giving me and the view that Stella was providing. It was a perfect storm of sex.

From the phone Stella panted, “I’m going to cum…..oh god……..”

Becky now was sitting upright, her hands pulling her hair off her face, her body completely exposed. My cock was hard up against her G-Spot as her orgasm peaked.

“Ooooooo……Stella cum with me…..Micky…..cum inside me.”

I felt my balls tighten and cock swell. As Becky beared down on me I felt my load gush inside her. She stifled a scream but let out a huge moan as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. My cock, deep inside her, was suddenly awash with Becky’s juices.

Across the gap Stella was cumming like an explosion. I could hear her moaning in pleasure and could see her hips bucking against her hand. The sound she made through the phone was pure pleasure. A mix of moans and squeals that provided a sexy soundtrack for our orgasm.

I finished first. My load, warm and sticky around my member trickled down my shaft and over my balls. Becky’s orgasm subsided and she leaned backwards, lying down on her back on my chest. My cock popping out of her, still erect and glistening from our combined juices.

All we could hear from the phone was Stella’s deep breathing. Across the gap she was sitting slumped in the chair.

I spoke first, “You OK Stella?”

She sat up a little straighter, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“I was so hot hearing you cum Stella, ” Becky panted.

“Well hopefully I’ll be able to make you cum one day. But for now I need to get cleaned up. Hopefully we’ll speak again soon.” And with that she hung up.

I looked across and saw Stella stand up. She stretched her arms up and turned away from the window. Within seconds she had disappeared from view. I looked back to Becky.

“Well that was fun.”

She looked back at me and smiled, “And slightly unexpected.”

She started to put her bra and clothes back on which I took as a cue to get myself in a decent order – we both remembered that Emma was only in the bathroom and could come out at any moment.

“Sooooo…….would you be keen to invite Stella over?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course, why would you even wonder?”

“Well nothing ever happened with Stephanie the waitress so I thought maybe you were not that keen.”

Becky laughed a little, “You mean this Stephanie?”

Becky took out her phone and proceeded to tap away at the screen. She bought up her text messages. She tapped on one and I could see a text trail. She flicked through to the top of the trail and handed me the phone. The first couple were the usual intro texts to each other, seeing what each other were up to. Stephanie had sent a photo of herself standing in front of a mirror in a short black dress. I could see the messages between her and Becky from that point.

S – wearing this 2night

B – Ooooo sexy. Ur boyf will love it

S – Maybe it’s not just for him

B – Something on the side

S – Depends what u and ur ‘Dad’ are up 2

B – Hmmmm – tempted

S – Maybe something else to tempt you further?

The next message was a picture of Stephanie in the same mirror but now topless. Her tits standing proudly with the strength of teenage muscle and skin.

B – Nice

S – urs if you 2 want them……and more

B – I’ll speak to ‘dad’ lol

I went to hand the phone back after I had another stare at the topless photo but Becky waved it away.

“Go to the next message.”

I tapped on the back button and went into the next Stephanie waitress message. It was a short video. I tapped on the play icon and watched the screen fill.

Her phone (acting as the video camera) was being held by someone who I assume was her boyfriend. Stephanie was naked on top of him. She was grinding on his cock and seemed to be in the middle of an orgasm. The video was only about 15 seconds long but in that time I felt my member stir. Stephanie was not as beautiful as Becky – but in the throes of ecstasy she looked as sexy as anybody I had seen.

“Wow.” I exclaimed.

“She is pretty keen but I thought I would keep it away from you until all the shit between you and Emma was sorted.”

“So it’ll happen then?”

“I’d like it to – Stephanie or Stella – I don’t mind.”

Becky got up and gave me a kiss. “I’m going to the toilet……I’ll see you in bed?”

“Yeah….yeah…I’ll see you shortly” I replied absentmindedly.

Becky giggled and walk off.

I sat there thinking about the possibility of Becky and I inviting someone else into our love making. I had real doubts that I could actually cope with it. Not just the thought of seeing someone else going at it with Becky but also my own performance as a man. I wasn’t exactly a pornstar with my ability to pump away all night….in fact sometimes I struggled to get past 5 minutes with Becky. How would I deal with fucking Becky AND watching her get it on with another girl. I’d be 2 strokes and gone!

My mind then wandered to who of Stephanie and Stella would I prefer? Stephanie was younger with a cracking body but I would have to deal with my own insecurities being a middle aged man in bed with 2 sexy teenagers. Stella wasn’t as good looking as Stephanie and looked like she (like myself) was starting to ‘droop’ a little. Would Becky be OK being with someone older than her?

And then there was Sarah, the receptionist from the office. She had been more than obvious that she wouldn’t mind having some fun with us. My memory flashed a little at how good Sarah had looked at the office party. Her dress clinging to her toned frame. Becky and her had already had some ‘contact’ with Sarah recounting her tryst with Becky in the toilets at the same party.

I laughed at my predicament. It was not an entirely bad one to be in. Although my confidence with women had skyrocketed since being with Becky I still had those nagging doubts about my masculinity in the back of my head.

I had been in my own little world and didn’t notice Emma standing beside me.

“Micky,” she said shaking my shoulder.

I jumped with surprise at her seemingly instant arrival.

“Jesus Emma – you’ll give me a heart attack!”

“Sorry old man…….you OK?”

“Yeah, just a decision I need to make. No biggy though, how are you feeling?”

“Much better – I really needed the shower.”

Emma sat down opposite me. She looked troubled.

“What’s up Miss Take?”

She shifted in the chair. It was obvious she was going to say something. Oh god, was she going to bring up ‘the incident’….please don’t let her bring that up I thought.

“Micky, I need to tell you something.”

Crap, I knew she was going to bring it up.

“Tell me anything sweetie.”

“OK. But just let me say it all before you comment OK.”

“No comment until you’re finished. Got it.”

She took an obvious deep breath, “You know how I broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Yep.”

“Well it wasn’t really to do with the distance or anything like that. Micky I have been feeling….um….different for a little while. Kinda like I’m not really clicking with certain people who I should be clicking with. Kinda like I’m a mobile phone with the wrong charger trying to power me.”

She looked at me like I was supposed to understand that last statement……I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about but I could see her face drop a little when my face remained blank so I sagely nodded my head like I understood her perfectly.

“So something happened a few months ago and it’s changed my way of looking at things. For the first time I found the right kind of….erm…..charger? I mean I kind of clicked on why I was feeling so different and…um….out of sync.”

I nodded again…..still lost and wondering when things would come clearer.

“After I broke up with my boyfriend and kinda met someone else…..who was like nothing like my ex….I mean seriously nothing like him at all. But spending time with them I realized something about myself, something really important.”

It clicked. I understood what she was on about. My grey matter had fired up and at last I was on the same page. You absolute star Micky!

I held my hand up, “It’s OK Emma, I understand. If that is the path you want to go down you have my blessing but are you sure you want to commit to something like that?”

“I told you not to interrupt Micky! But yes – I honestly think it is the right thing for me.”

I sighed, “Well I can’t say I agree with your choice. I mean it is fine and all that but I think you’ll have some difficulties with some people accepting it.”

She looked up at me, “But you’ll accept me won’t you. You won’t turn your back on me?”

I must have looked horrified, “OF COURSE NOT! I would never turn my back on you….I might not believe in God and all that rubbish but if that’s the way you want to live your life then it’s up to you.”

“Wait……what?” she said with a genuine look of confusion on her face.

“God, Jesus, you’re born again and all that. I don’t mind but just don’t force it on me. Plus you won’t be able to do things like you got up to this weekend!”

She looked even more confused, “You think this is about me being a born again Christian?”

“Born again, first time….whatever.”

“Micky you fucken idiot…..I’m a Lesbian. I like girls, I’m into girls not God…..how did you get God from what I was saying….what the fuck Micky!”

“Oh I thought you were going to tell me that you had been born again……wait…..you’re a Lesbian?”

“Yes. Not Christian, Lesbian. Very different things.”

My daughter was a lesbian…..she liked girls. I then proceeded to completely put my foot, in fact both of feet firmly in my mouth.

“But….you’re pretty…..I mean you’re like a girly girl. You like dresses and make up and…..”

“Seriously Micky? Just because I like girls doesn’t mean I have to turn into a butch car mechanic and stop shaving my armpits.”

I realized that in my shock I had said the wrong thing. I tried again, “I don’t have a problem with it if that’s your decision.”

“It’s not a decision Micky. It’s who I am. In much the same way that you are straight. You didn’t make the decision to be straight it is just what you are.”

Come on Micky – drag this back, rescue this, “I know, but are you sure you’re gay? It’s a big thing to take on.”

Emma looked crestfallen, “Micky……you’re not OK with this?”

Right – from the heart Micky, brain engage and go, “Emma,” I took hold of her hand, “…..my beautiful daughter. I am so OK with this. All I want for you is for you to be happy and safe. If this is who you are then I am truly happy for you. I wish I could have sorted out who I was at your age. I have to know that you realize that I couldn’t be anything but proud of you. You’re beautiful, smart and funny and any girl would be lucky to have you as partner.”

I looked at her. Her eyes watery with relief. I continued, “My only concern with this is how on earth are you going to have an active social life when you take 2 hours to get ready and no doubt your girlfriend will be the same. You’ll spend all night staring at a mirror and never actually going out…….I fear for you.”

She burst out laughing and punched me on the arm, “MICKY……you smartarse!”

We both collapsed backwards and laughed. The tension in the room was gone. Relief washed over both of us.

I spoke first, “Why would you think I would have a problem with you coming out?”

“You can never tell how people will react. Even the most liberal people have some strange moral convictions.”

“Well you needn’t worry. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks Dadster.”

She jumped up and gave me a huge hug. It was lovely to have my Emma back after the nightmare of the last few days. She must have hugged me too hard though as she squeezed a few tears out of my eyes.

“How about a nightcap to celebrate?” I offered.

“Sounds great.”

I went into the kitchen and started on some hot chocolate. My heart was racing in my chest. It was great that Emma trusted me enough to come out to me. I had a strange sense of pride….and it felt good.

“So have you told your Mum yet?”

“No. You’re first.”

Again I did a little emotional fist pump – Micky – The awesome Dad that you come out to because you know he’s cool and down with it.

I shouted through, “So……any lucky lady on the radar then?”

“Weeeell…..there is someone but it is a little complicated.”

The kettle boiled and I poured the steaming water into the mugs that had instant hot chocolate in them. I opened a cupboard and fished out some marshmallows to make the whole drink complete.

I walked back into the room and handed her a mug, “Complicated? In what way?”

“The girl I like is kind of in a relationship already.”

“With another girl?” I said sitting down.

“No. With a guy.”

I sipped on the hot brown goodness in my mug, “Oh dear. Is she definitely on your team?”

“Kind of, I think she bats for both sides.”

“Yikes. Complications. Does the guy know about this?”

“Well I think he knows that she is Bi. But they seem to have a pretty solid relationship.”

“But you’re pretty keen?”

“I am, but I don’t want to hurt the guy involved.”

“Would she leave him for you?”

“I’m not sure. But I don’t think it would be for the best.”

“Just go for it. Make a move on her and if she prefers you over him then no one can argue. The heart wants what the heart wants”

I was a little surprised to see a tear fall down Emma’s cheek. I saw her bite her lower lip and then take a deep breath.

“It’s Becky Micky.”

I turned around expecting to see Becky walking down the hall towards us. She wasn’t there so I turned back to Emma, “What’s Becky?”

“The girl I’m in love with…..it’s Becky. I’m so sorry.”

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