Yes, of course!

"OK, Ian, it's time to lay some ground rules." My petite passenger had her arms crossed, except to gesture a direction toward her house from the tux shop. She looked straight out at the road and kept a serious expression.

"Talia is my girlfriend, and my word goes. I love that girl, and I want to give her what she wants. That includes you. I have no problem with it, just so long as you stick to some simple guidelines. First, no fooling around unless I'm nearby. No late nights at each other's houses without me at least present in the next room. I get first dibs on her, at all times, and if I say no, count that as coming from her too."

There was a pause, as if she'd practiced this speech.

"You might think that I'm being a little harsh. But I really, really don't want this to get screwed up. Especially not over a guy."

We changed the subject and arrived at her place. She ushered me into the living room, flopped her garment bag on the couch, and promptly pulled her black sweater up over her head. Suddenly, I was staring at Rachel's lithe, bare back.

"Woah, what the hell! Warn a guy."

She turned full to face me, treating me to an eye-full of her supple, pert breasts. Her nipples stood on end.

"Don't turn prude on me now! What's the big deal? You've seen me plenty of times. Start undressing before Talia shows up. We want to be looking our best. Oh, and fold this."

She tossed me the sweater, still warm, and walked past me to the bedrooms. I'm not ashamed to admit it -- I gave the sweater a whiff. Not perfumed, but pleasantly feminine.

I was just taking off my pants when she returned from her bedroom, stripped down to her lacy panties but wearing a tissue-thin over-shirt. Her thin, creamy thighs begged to be touched, but I knew that I should leave that to her girlfriend.

We dressed, and Rachel helped me with my bowtie. Truthfully, she looked better in the tux than I did. The Slim lines of the black silk flattered her narrow curves, the peak lapel accentuated her distinct jawline, and the crisp white tie looked sharp on her pale neck. Absurdly, she was still sporting cropped purple hair.

"That's a good look for you, Rachel."

"You don't look so bad yourself, lover boy."

Shortly after she phoned in the pizza (Hawaiian), Talia arrived, wearing a tube top and a hellishly short, hellishly tight leather skirt. She leaned up and pecked me on the cheek, "Hello, Mr. Bond. And who's this?"

She crossed the room and scooped Rachel into a passionate kiss. "Goddamn it, girl, you look amazing."

"I thought that you'd like it. We'll make a dashing trio. I just wish you'd let me see what you'll be wearing."

"That would ruin the fun." Talia crouched slightly to whisper something in Rachel's ear. Then she rose back to full height and caught my eyes. Rachel, meanwhile, reached into her breast pocket, pulled out her pocket square, and dropped it on the ground with theatrical flourish.

"Oh! You dropped your silk! Let me get that." Slowly, terribly slowly, Talia bent over to retrieve it. The fabric inched off of her perfect, round cheeks until it became gloriously obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties. Rachel shot me a wicked smile while her girlfriend held the pose, then brought her hand up and delivered a violent smack to Talia's back side. "OO!"

Rachel reached an arm around Talia's bent waist and pressed her hands on either side of her lover's ass. "You want to eat this pussy, don't you, lover boy?"

My member was straining against fly. I nodded.

"If you are going to be eating my girlfriend's pussy, you're going to need a little instruction."

Delighted as I was at this sudden turn, it was difficult not to take this as an affront. By this point in my young life, I was not exactly inexperienced.

"My girl likes her pussy treated like a goddess."

Talia, still on full display, spoke up, "Your girl likes her pussy well-pounded."

"Shh. I'm building a mood. Talia, take a seat on the couch. Ian, you can take that tuxedo off now. Be sure to hang it nicely."

Rachel was fully in charge now, and we were loving it.

"Once you're naked, you're going to treat this delicious pussy gently, and bring my girl to a magnificent orgasm. After, if you've done well, you might get that thing between your legs some attention."

I practically ripped off my nice, rented clothes before I stopped to fold them. Rachel and I got down on our knees before Talia, as if praying before some ancient statue. Talia hiked her skirt up and spread her shapely thighs, her moist, slightly parted sex on fully display beneath a modest black tuft of hair. "Rachel, I can't remember when I was this turned on."

The petite lesbian, still looking ready to walk into a cocktail party, addressed me directly. "First, you must give her a thorough warm-up. Her whole body is a sexual organ, and you want a slow buildup to the climax." She rose to get next to Talia on the couch and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. From my low vantage, I saw tongues, and tussled black hair. Talia was already moaning, her womanhood contracting and releasing as Rachel expertly brought her body to attention. Soon, Rachel pulled down Talia's top, caressing her areola with her thumb and forefinger before taking the nipple with a pinch.

Rachel broke the kiss and looked down on me. "Now pay attention, Ian, because this is very important. She lowered her tongue to Talia's other nipple and gave it a gentle flick. The beauty shuddered on contact. "You need to apply this same pressure to the clit. Too many go all-in right away. They overwhelm a lady. Ease her into it, see? Now you try."

I desperately grabbed hold of Talia's smooth thighs, and brought a trail of kisses up each one before I stopped just an inch away from her sweet sex. The intoxicating smell urged me on. I reached out with a tender licked, just like Rachel had.

Talia was no match for the two of us. As I gradually worked into a rhythm, Rachel kept her mouth and tits well attended to. Her pussy tasted like wine, and before I knew it I was licking madly, sucking her clit, vigorously urging her on more and more.

Suddenly, she cried out, "oh oh OH GOD!" And her whole body convulsed, her thighs clamped down on my head and a felt a hand in my hair. Instinctively, I stopped licking, but held my tongue over her sex. Lack of oxygen kept me from knowing just how long she lasted, but when she finally released me I fell backwards onto my ass. My cock was pointing straight at the ceiling and I must have looked ridiculous.

Talia, flushed, slightly sweaty, her vibrant eyes still reeling, was a vision of sexuality. Rachel, in her tuxedo, cut the difference between a pimp and a victorious general.

Then the doorbell rang.