Young Widows Club

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Stop admiring yourself, you look stunning.”

  She’d half expected Robert to comment, but the comment from Becky, accompanied by a giggle, made her laugh in turn and she turned back to face the other four and gave a mocking bow. She strolled over toward them, putting a little extra into her movement, crossing her feet in front of each other as she walked, knowing this made her hips roll and the dress float out to the sides.

  Robert clapped his hands together in appreciation and she was relieved to see a genuine smile of appreciation on his face.

  “Your turn, Trish.”

  Trish seemed shocked at being chosen to perform next, but Angie wasn’t surprised—she’d guessed that one earlier. Pattie patted her lap for Angie to sit down in Trish’s place as the other widow rose to her feet, moving past her on the way to retrieve her own dress carrier from the diminishing pile on the bar.

  “No chance, sweetie.”

  Pattie looked hurt for a moment, then giggled to show it wasn’t for real, and Angie walked past Robert, knowing that although he would enjoy having her sit on his lap, he would want his hands free to molest Trish. Besides, if he got his hands inside her panties, she knew she’d cum very quickly. That was an embarrassment she wanted to put off as long as possible, despite the release it would give her from the pent-up sexual frustration he’d stoked in her. Instead, she walked past both Pattie and Robert, swinging her hips as hard as she could then, as Becky smiled a welcome, turned and sat on her other friend’s lap.

  “You could do with losing a few pounds, girlfriend.”

  “Don’t be cheeky!”

  The two giggled then turned their attention back to where Trish was just opening her carrier to extract her outfit for the following day.

  Becky shifted, placing one arm behind Angie’s back for support, and putting her other hand on Angie’s thigh. Without asking or waiting for a reaction, she slid her hand up Angie’s leg, moving from the stocking-clad part, and pushing the skirt hem up to touch naked flesh. Angie grabbed her skirt and pushed it down then turned her head to look at Becky. She could see her friend’s eyes were twinkling in suppressed amusement and realized Becky had known exactly what had been going on at the other end of the couch, and why she herself had walked past Pattie to sit on Becky’s lap. She hadn’t been puzzled at all. The hand withdrew and Angie turned her attention back to Trish as the other woman, gasping in surprise, drew her dress out of its carrier.

  While Angie’s teal green creation could only be described as a barely modest cocktail dress, very décolleté and even shorter, Trish held a long dress in her hands, midnight black, and as she moved it, shaking it out to look at it properly, it shimmered in the light. The sequin design covered the dress from strapless bodice to ankle, sometimes thin lines, sometimes clusters. As she held it up at arm’s length, the design snapped into focus and Angie could see the silver sequins outlined a huge bouquet of roses, the flowers clustered on the bodice, the stems trailing down one leg.

  The dress was stunning and Angie could see Trish loved it too.

  “It’s stunning. Thank you.”

  Robert chuckled as Trish whirled to thank him. “Don’t thank me just yet, you haven’t put it on and you might change your mind.”

  “I don’t think I will.”

  He laughed again and gestured for Trish to continue.

  Trish laid the dress down carefully and moved back to the middle of the room, knowing she now had to repeat the performance Angie had just given. Her face looked flushed and Angie guessed the caressing from Pattie had had an effect on Trish. Normally the least confident of the four, she didn’t hesitate as she reached for the fastening of the dress.

  “Slow down, sweetie, let’s savor it. Give Angie time to enjoy sitting on Becky’s lap the way you clearly enjoyed sitting on Pattie’s.”

  The flush of arousal on Trish’s face deepened as embarrassment warred with the other emotions then won. Once again, Robert grinned and Trish seemed to lose her confidence. Becky shifted under Angie and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

  “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m not going to be doing anything to you.” Her soft chuckle echoed in Angie’s ear. “Nothing you don’t want me to, anyway. It should be obvious how Robert wants this to end.”

  Angie couldn’t prevent the shudder that ran through her and Becky chuckled again, tightening her grip around her back, her hand finding Angie’s leg, although this time it stayed on the lower thigh, the stocking-covered bit. She breathed a sigh of relief when the hand didn’t move, then she closed her eyes briefly. A fantasy image of the end of the evening played on the inside of her eyelids—the four of them naked and writhing together on the floor as an aroused and naked Robert watched from the couch, idly stroking his cock as the four women pleasured each other. She gasped and opened her eyes, blushing as Trish’s eyes tracked toward her, and even Robert turned his head. He saw where Becky had her hand and chuckled, then moved his own hand to touch her as well, below the knee, but she knew that as Trish’s strip progressed, Robert’s hand wouldn’t stay still, even if Becky’s did.

  For a fleeting moment she wondered if Becky and Pattie had been given different instructions for this evening, but if they had, they’d kept them damned quiet and they’d all agreed the notes read the same. The only way that could have been the case would be if Robert had rung them before they’d come around to her house to get ready. They’d acted just the same as herself and Trish—nervous about the evening, but no conspiratorial looks, or increased nerves at needing to play a larger role.

  She mentally shrugged, knowing she wouldn’t get answers this side of the following morning, so filed the question away for future reference. She glanced down as Robert’s hand began to stroke her lower leg, from just above her ankle to a few inches below her knee, and then back, in long gentle strokes. Becky tapped her fingers on her thigh and Angie glanced over her shoulder, catching a wink from Becky before she too began to move her hand, tracing lazy slow circles with her fingertips.

  The sensation of having two hands on her, hands that belonged to different people, one of them a woman, both making seductive movements, was difficult for Angie to cope with and she stifled another shudder, knowing every movement she made was communicated directly to the woman on whose lap she sat.

  Focusing her attention, she turned her gaze back to Trish, who had in the meantime undone the zip of her dress and now faced the four of them, the dress off her shoulders, but not yet off the arms she’d crossed over her chest in front of her. That early bravado had vanished, and Angie could see her friend trembling as she approached the nerve-wracking point of lowering her arms and baring her breasts for them all to see. A few minutes earlier Angie had faced the same traumatic point and had a similar reaction.

  “Just drop your arms, sweetie, we’ve all seen them before.”

  Her words rang out in the silence and she realized she’d spoken aloud the mental encouragement she’d been willing to her friend. Angie blushed again as she felt Trish swing her attention back to her and knew the words had sounded harsher than intended.

  “You can do it, sweetie.”

  Becky’s comment from behind her broke the tension and Angie watched as Trish turned her face back to Robert, looking him straight in the eyes, then lowered her arms to her sides. The dress cascaded down, revealing her naked breasts, the sleeves of the dress catching on her wrists. It looked like it took an extreme act of will for the woman to not lift her hands and cover her breasts from their view. Angie was amazed, though, at how erect Trish’s nipples were, hard and sticking out, still upturned on firm mounds that seemed to beg touch me, squeeze me, suck me, bite me, and she bit her lip to stop herself saying anything. She was proud of her own pair but, aroused, Trish seemed to have a rack that could put the other three sets to shame. She hadn’t noticed when they’d been getting changed earlier, but now the sexually charged atmosphere changed her viewpoint into something she wasn’t overly sure she was comfortable with.

>   Trish freed her hands from the dress sleeves then, still keeping her gaze on Robert, moved her hands to her waist and pushed the dress clear, leaving her in just the black lace panties that matched the ones they’d all bought for the occasion. She looked nervous as she stepped out of the ring of dress fabric around her feet, and her nerves weren’t helped when Robert beckoned her to approach him, just as he had with Angie, spreading his legs apart so that she couldn’t misunderstand his desire for her to approach as closely as possible.

  As Trish came closer, Angie could see the tiny ripples in her thighs as the other woman trembled from what had to be nerves. Still, she came close enough to Robert for him to repeat the trick he’d just pulled on Angie, touching her most intimate parts and then holding his fingers up to show the other women how aroused she was. Becky’s hand moved higher up Angie’s leg and she glanced down to see her caressing the naked skin above the stocking. As she’d shifted position in her friend’s lap, her skirt must have slid up, and Becky was taking full advantage of it. Robert’s hand moved to her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, before it left her leg and both of his hands grasped Trish’s waist. The young woman stood still, her head back, her eyes closed as Robert toyed with her, pulling the panties a couple of inches down and then pulling them back up again. The third time he did this he pulled them up harder, bringing a gasp from Trish as the panties dug into her mound, and Angie could clearly see the outline of the woman’s pussy producing a camel toe inside the thin lace fabric.

  Trish groaned, unable to stop herself responding to such stimulation, and brought her head back down to gaze at Robert’s face. Robert, meanwhile, wasn’t looking up. All his attention concentrated on the prize just in front of his face—the closely outlined pussy of the young brunette. His hands left her waist and moved to the front of the black lace, one hand grasping the waistband, the other moving lower, his fingers trailing across the fabric until they dipped between her legs. Trish moaned again, closing her eyes again then shuffling her feet further apart, granting him access, much in the same way Angie had done. Angie felt Becky’s hand slide up under her skirt, toying with the garter, but she ignored the sensation in her leg as she intently watched Trish being manipulated by the only man in the room.

  Trish moaned again and spread her legs wider, her hands rising to cup her breasts as Robert pushed the gusset of her underwear into the crack of her pussy, and Angie realized Trish was close to cumming from it. Before anyone could move, Robert let go of the pussy in front of him, both hands moving to the top of the panties and he stripped, if not ripped, them down in a single strong jerk. Trish’s pussy came into view, the tiny brown triangle of hair above the naked pink lips accentuating the pale skin surrounding it. With her panties at mid-thigh, Angie could see the indecision on Trish’s face. Part of her wanted to bring one hand down to cover and conceal her charms, while the other part seemed to want to spread her legs and allow Robert to finger-fuck her to orgasm. One hand did dip away from her breast, descending a few inches, then lifted again to pinch the nipple it had just left. Robert obliged her, bringing his hands back to her pussy, the fingers of one hand spreading her open, two fingers of his other hand diving between them, sinking two knuckles deep into the moist center of her slit.

  Trish shuddered under the two-pronged assault—her own and Robert’s—and as he began to saw his fingers in and out of the compliant woman in front of him, she threw her head back and screamed. Angie watched in amazement as the orgasm swept through her friend, her face contorting, her body shaking in spasm as the passion flew backward and forward within her body.

  Angie couldn’t prevent her own shudder, gasping as Becky whispered in her ear again.

  “Feel good, girlfriend?”

  She looked down and almost recoiled in horror. While she’d been concentrating on Trish, her friend had been concentrating on Angie herself. Her skirt was now up above her legs in front, and Becky’s fingers were playing on the front of Angie’s green panties, mimicking the actions of Robert’s fingers from a moment earlier. Becky pushed the fabric of her underwear between the lips of Angie’s pussy and, even as Trish’s orgasm started to subside, she could feel her own start to build, the pressure increasing with every movement of those fingers. She couldn’t prevent the low moan that echoed across the room and closed her eyes to prevent herself reacting to the staring eyes as Robert and Trish both turned their heads to stare at her in surprise.

  She shuddered and Becky increased the pressure, pushing one finger deep inside, dragging the green panties with it. Angie threw her head back and moaned again, losing herself in the moment. She was close but couldn’t quite get there.

  “Cum for me, Angie. Cum for me.”

  Robert’s words, accompanied by the feel of his masculine hand on her thigh, was enough to push her through that self-imposed barrier. She grunted and her body stiffened then shook as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her system.

  “Yes!”

  Becky’s triumphal shout brought Angie back to earth and, opening her eyes, she saw the other woman squirming under her, her hand no longer touching Angie but instead extending toward Robert. She watched as he engulfed Becky’s fingers with his mouth and realized he was sucking her juices off her friend’s fingers. A flood of embarrassment brought blood to her cheeks as they heated and she fought down the impulse to get up and run—her legs wouldn’t hold her at the moment anyway.

  Angie turned to look at her friend, only to see Becky had a serious shit-eating grin on her face.

  “You bitch!”

  Although her words were harsh, she couldn’t maintain the pretense, which was made even more difficult by the hormones sloshing around her system as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

  Becky winked at her but didn’t reply as Angie smiled at her.

  “I’ll have to wash these clothes before I can wear them tomorrow, now.”

  Robert, listening to the exchange, chuckled then turned his attention back to the naked Trish standing just in front of him.

  “You can get dressed now, sweetheart.”

  Trish took a last glance at the equally embarrassed Angie then moved back to the other couch where she’d left the long red dress. She rummaged through the carrier and came up with a packet containing a pair of black hold-ups with wide lace tops, but failed to find anything else. She spun to face Robert.

  He’d crossed his arms and just looked at her and Angie watched as her friend bit her lip, clearly worried by the lack of panties in the bag. She picked it up and searched it again but came up empty-handed.

  “Commando?”

  “Commando.”

  Robert’s confirmation of her fear sent a visible shiver through Trish, and Angie bit her own lip in sympathy for her friend. Beneath her, Becky shifted and Angie heard the soft gasp from her neighbor as she, too, reacted to Trish’s situation. Trish held the dress out at arm’s length, then lowered it to the floor so she could step into it and pull it up. Being strapless, and with no bra in the carrier, and now, obviously no underwear of any description, it was clear to all four women that Trish would be extremely vulnerable in the gown. Just how vulnerable became apparent when she pulled the dress up over her breasts and the slit in the side opened up.

  Trish squealed in alarm as she looked down to see the split, unnoticeable until the dress was on, running from the ankle length hem up onto her hip. Pattie let out a low whistle and Angie gasped as she saw how difficult it would be for Trish to move in the dress without exposing herself.

  “Turn around.”

  It took Trish several seconds before she obeyed Robert’s command, and when she did turn she grasped the two sides of the dress in her hand before she turned. The front left a huge expanse of her breasts exposed, the elastic at the top only just passing above the young woman’s nipples. As she let go of the dress fabric, the slit swung open, revealing the entire outside of her leg.

  “I can’t wear this.”

  Robert moved, much quicker than Angie
or, for that matter, any of them were used to seeing him do. One moment he was sitting there, the next he was on his feet standing in front of Trish. He brought his hand to her chin, gently cupped it and turned the woman’s face up so she could do nothing other than stare into his eyes.

  “You can, and you will.”

  Angie could see Trish’s throat moving as she swallowed and, after a couple of seconds, nodded and pulled her face away from Robert’s hand. Satisfied he’d asserted himself, he picked up the dress carrier and tossed it to the floor beside the couch, then sat down, patting the seat on the couch next to him. When Trish sat down all four women realized he’d asked her to sit so that the slit in her dress was next to him. He looked at Angie and raised an eyebrow and, understanding his implied request, Angie pushed herself to her feet and looked back at Becky who winked at her.

  “Still say you could do with losing a few pounds, girlfriend.”

  She mouthed bitch at her friend and walked across the room to take the proffered place next to Robert on the opposite side from Trish. This couch wasn’t as big as the other one so it was a bit of a squeeze. Angie knew instinctively that Robert intended it that way, and fully meant to take advantage of the fact, sitting as he was between two women who still basked in the sexual arousal afterglow of an orgasm each.

  Knowing what she was inviting, but doing it anyway, Angie crossed her legs, right over left, away from him, effectively offering him access to the expanse of thigh her short skirt exposed. Sitting the other side of him, Trish did the same, opening the slit on the side of her dress to expose even more of her leg. Robert, already exposed as a man who wouldn’t turn down an offer, dropped his hands onto the exposed thighs on either side of him, ensuring he touched skin instead of stocking. Angie tried not to think about what was happening to her and wondered which of her two remaining friends he would pick on next. Either Pattie or Becky would get the same treatment as she and Trish had already had meted out to them.