Gina comes over

You sort of keep to yourself for a bit, trying and failing to make sense of the situation you have gotten yourself into, while Alice and Charlotte busy themselves in the kitchen. After a moment, there is a knock on the door. Sensing your moment to come out of seclusion, you come to the front door.

Alice and Charlotte are now both wearing stockings which come to their mid-thigh, but are otherwise still naked. They stand by the door as they open it for Gina.

You've hung out with Gina a little bit: she's a nice girl, a little too quiet to get to know very much though. You wonder how things might be different in this world. Her hair is curly, and tightly pinned back in a bun. She appears to be wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons undone, and short skirt, reflecting about how well you thought you knew one another.

Alice and Charlotte are greeting Gina as she comes the door. "Hi Gina," Alice says, in a friendly but slightly tired tone. She moves in and locks lips with her guest. Alice and Gina make out for a bit, with Gina reaching around Alice's hip to grab a buttock. After about ten seconds, they move apart.

Gina repeats the motion with Charlotte, as Alice talks. "I hope you don't mind that we haven't gotten dressed," she says, in a relaxed but polite tones.

Gina smiles at her. "No worries hon, you look absolutely delicious! Some day soon I'd like to kiss your lips down there." Alice seems to cheer up slightly as the compliment.

Gina notices you, and smiles broadly. She does a bow, like Alice did, letting her breasts hang down into her blouse and giving you a lovely view of her cleavage. "John!" she says, in relaxed but solemn tones. "As always, sir, I am happy to be of service." She speaks in an assured, old-fashioned way, with none of her usual timidity.

This is somewhat more outgoing than you are accustomed to of Gina, so you are surprised. "Thank you, Gina. You're looking lovely as ever," you ad lib.

Gina stands back up and smiles, seeing you looking at her chest. "I am happy to please. Have either of your friends here complimented you on your boxer shorts? I hope you don't feel the need to dress on my account." Gina is certainly more verbal in this world!

"Er, thanks. No, I'm just not in the mood to take them off right now," you say, somewhat lamely.

Gina nods as though this is a dignified response, casting a quick meaningful glance at Alice. "John sir, if you are unwell, perhaps I could keep you company while you relax. May I suggest that we sit down on the sofa?"

You're not sure where this formal tone of address is leading, but again you go with the flow. "Sure," you say.

"I hope you don't mind if I busy myself in the kitchen, John," Alice says, a bit uncertainly.

"Okay," you say. This doesn't feel entirely satisfactory as an answer, but the girls all accept it. You turn to go to the sofa, with Gina and Charlotte following.

You sit down on the couch. Your eyes are drawn again to Gina's chest: her cleavage is showing through the opening of her blouse. Did she unbutton one more button while you weren't looking?

"Sir," Gina says, "Please forgive my bluntness, but until today, we have not acknowledged the way that you stare at my chest." Uh oh, you think, but Gina continues.

"I do not wish to presume," Gina says, purring with confidence, "but if it would please you Sir, I invite you to do what you please with my blouse. I would be happy for you to know me better," she says.

Charlotte is looking at you anxiously as you sit, with Gina hovering over your body. Gina waits patiently, standing before you, smiling self-assuredly. She sways gently as she awaits your answer.

For more than one reason --- a gorgeous black-haired beauty inviting you to undress her being one --- there is really only one reasonable response. "I would enjoy that," you say simply.

Gina smiles slightly wider. "Wonderful sir," she says. "May I be so bold to suggest, for your comfort and best enjoyment, that I straddle you on the couch to provide you the best access?"

Charlotte squeaks. "Gina!" she squeals with laughter. "Where is your modesty?"

Gina looks at you warmly but solemnly. "My modesty is on John's lap, if that is where he thinks it should sit. I've often thought of letting him get to know me better. If I can help to cheer his day, it would be my pleasure." She smiles slyly at you.

"I'll bet it would," says Charlotte, playfully mocking.

"You're very thoughtful," you tell Gina. "I would like very much for you to sit on my lap. Here, let me give you space," you say, shuffling to provide Gina with the room to place her knees on either side of you.

Your erection it starting to tent up in your shorts, and Gina looks down at it with an expression somewhere between amusement and excitement. She gracefully steps onto the couch, and kneels down with her crotch just touching your erection, her legs gently brushing against yours.

Gina smiles at you. "You honour me, sir," she says with softness and warmth, but also confidence. Charlotte seems to have relaxed somewhat, but is watching you closely.