Jess makes a surprise suggestion

"You seem to like hearing about Sara, John. And don't be afraid to say either no or yes when I ask this. Would you want to meet her? She's still got a really great set of tits." You look at Jess, shocked. She backs away a bit, looking around for something. "Like I said, don't get too offended. I'm not saying she'd be into a threesome, but she and I fooled around a lot at school. Plus, I know she likes what she's heard of you." You look at her, another shocked expression lining your face.

"Sara's still in town. She works downtown about a block away from me; we do a lot of lunches together. And since we're girls, our guys come up. Lucky for us," Jess emphasizes 'us' considerably, "she's single, and knowing her, probably looking for a good time. If you're up for it."

"What about you?" you ask, finally finding the part of the brain that makes speech. Jess grins, and strokes her still topless left breast with her fingertips.

"It's not like I'm gift wrapping my friend for your pleasure, John. Like I said, we've fooled around a lot before, between boyfriends. I expect she's get more than enough energy to share. Since it's your day, though, I might let you go first." Your head begins spinning.

"Are you sure she'll be up for it?" you breathe. Jess laughs.

"I'm giving you a heart attack, aren't I hon? I guess we should ask, but I know my slutty girlfriend pretty well. She's pretty open minded, and is one of the few people I know that wouldn't be offended by my asking. Do you want to see a picture of her?" You nod, dumbly.

Jess walks towards the bedroom, giving you another long view of her toned ass, and leaves you to contemplate the situation your now-perfect girlfriend has set you up in. You mull over Jess's ideas, and find yourself only slightly disappointed as she comes in with her silk robe on. She notices your crestfallen face. "Sorry, lover. My titties got chilly."

"I could warm them up," you whisper, taking your liberties by sliding your hand around her pert breast through the fabric of the robe. Jess, obviously hot herself, pulls her right tit out of her robe. You greedily grope it, massaging it, doing your best to keep the firm flesh warm. Her nipple scrapes against the palm of your hand.

"I just got dressed," Jess teases. She allows you to continue your use of her body, and hands you a photo that causes you to gasp. In it, a dark-haired woman is wearing a top with a neckline that plunges into cleavage so deep it looks like you could get lost. She's cupping her breasts through her tight top and sticking out a pierced tongue. You realize that she does have an amazing set of tits, but they're on a body so small, it's scary. The girl in the picture is not in Jess's class in terms of tone, but there isn't a great deal of fat on those bones either. "So, John, should I give her a call?"