Michelle asks a lot of questions

Jake nodded. "In my experience, Abbie does enjoy getting laid." He spoke with the cadence of a salesman as if trying to highlight a key feature of a new car.

Abbie giggled in response. "I would trust his experience."

Michelle looked at Jake, but she was more intrigued by Abbie. She decided to string things along a bit, make it more suspenseful. "You like being fucked?" she asked.

"Yes," replied Abbie.

"Do you like being fucked by your boyfriend's cock?" She reached a hand over to Jake and grabbed his dick through his pants. He was already pretty hard, and Michelle raised an eyebrow and smirked with appreciation.

Abbie nodded. "I do, I definitely do."

Michelle smiled. "You like it when he pushes his hard dick into your pussy?"

Abbie was breathing more deeply. "Yes."

"Do you like watching him fuck other women?"

"Oh god, yes." Abbie fingered herself as Michelle talked to her.

"That was your idea, wasn't it?"

"Mm-hm."

"And what about you, do you like fucking strange women you meet in bars?"

Abbie moaned a little as she fingered herself. "I do," she said quietly.

Michelle gave Jake one more squeeze, but then moved her hands to Abbie's body. She touched Abbie's tits, pinched her nipples, and put one hand behind her and cupped her ass.

Jake undid the knot of his necktie and then unbuttoned and removed his shirt as well, tossing them off to the side. He pushed his pants to the floor, and stood by, his hard cock pressing against the material of his underwear. Abbie looked him up and down, smiled at him, and licked her lips.

Abbie pulled on one of Michelle's bra straps, and Michelle quickly responded by reaching behind her back and undoing the clasp. Abbie pulled Michelle's bra off, tossing it to the floor. Michelle's breasts were smaller than Abbie's, but extremely firm and tight with small hard nipples. Abbie inhaled sharply and was about to grope Michelle when she pulled her hand back.

"What's wrong, don't you want to touch me?" Michelle asked.

"Ooh, I do," said Abbie.

Michelle paused, looking first at herself, then at Abbie. "Well, won't you then?"

Abbie smiled and put her hands gingerly on Michelle's tits. It wasn't that Abbie was shy about touching Michelle, it was only that they were both enjoying the game of asking permission, the game of optional self-denial.

"Do you like them?" Michelle asked.

Abbie nodded, then leaned forward just a few inches.

"Did you want to ... kiss them?"

Abbie nodded again, and brought her lips to Michelle's right breast. She kissed, then licked, then kissed again. Massaging Michelle's body with her hands, Abbie moved her mouth from one breast to the other, tickling Michelle's nipples with her tongue, then switching again.

Michelle reflected on the past few minutes, and said, "You're awfully agreeable. Do you just ... agree to everything?"

Abbie giggled and looked at Jake. "Yeah, probably."

"What if I ask you something you don't want to do?"

Abbie looked at Michelle with a twinkle in her eye. "You won't."

"I won't, huh?" said Michelle quietly. "Do you ... want to take my panties off?"

Abbie wiggled, and then quickly dropped to her knees in front of Michelle. She grasped Michelle's satin panties on the sides and slowly pulled them down over her hips. As she revealed Michelle's vagina and neatly trimmed bush above it, she slowly blinked and inhaled Michelle's scent.

Jake stepped toward the women and put a hand on Michelle's ass. Michelle, now sandwiched between two people who she was more than happy to have touching her, shivered with an eager anticipation.

Abbie pushed Michelle's panties to the floor, and Michelle gracefully stepped out of them. Abbie trickled her fingers back up Michelle's legs, stopping at her pussy, and running her hands between Michelle's thighs.