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Nancy (MMF, exh)by RickW (rickw10@lycos.com)





   A mutual friend had introduced me to Nancy and I was immediately taken
by her looks.  Nancy was about 5 ft.  2" tall, with brown eyes, and short
brown hair done in a pageboy cut.  At 22, she was quite athletic and love
to play women's soccer and coached a high-school league.  Being slim, she
had quite a boyish appearance, and she generally wore jeans and a T-shirt.
Her breasts were "one-handers," small but high and well-formed.  To
complete her boyish looks, she never wore a bra.



   For a while before, she was seeing a fellow named Pierre, but after a
couple of years they decided to split up.  However their split up was a
little bit different.  They continued sharing the house that they had lived
in for a couple of years except that Nancy's best friend, Mary moved in
with them!



   Nancy had quite a mischievous personality, and could be coy one minute
and sexy the next.  I guess she was kind of a show off.  One day we were
walking downtown together.  Nancy wore a white blouse, a vest, and
matching. The vest was open.  It was only when she looked at me with her
funny smile and used her elbow to pull it aside, that I noticed that her
blouse was completely see through.  There she was, walking down the most
crowded street in the city, with an open vest giving onlookers a great view
of her dark nipples!



   One morning I went over to pick Nancy up at her house.  I arrive early,
and Pierre answered the door.  "She's in the shower," he said.  "She won't
be long."



   He gave me a cup of coffee, and we sat talking in the kitchen.  In the
nearby bathroom, we heard the sound of the shower being turned off.  Mary,
Pierre's girlfriend, was gone for that morning and we shot the breeze.  I
asked Pierre if he wanted another cup of coffee.  He said yes, and I walked
over to the counter and began to pour.  Behind me, the bathroom door
opened.



   "That's a great shower," Nancy said, as she walked into the kitchen.  I
was looking at Pierre, and I saw his eyes widen.  I turned, and was quite
stunned.



   Wrapped Nancy's head was a towel and on her feet were sandals, but other
than that she was completely nude.



   "Hi guys," she said, then looking at me, then at Pierre, she said,
"what's the matter, never seen a naked girl before?"



   I saw that Pierre was beaming as I went to sit down at the kitchen table
beside him.  Only when I got there, I realized that I had left my coffee
cup beside the coffee maker.  Nancy casually strolled over to it, and
carefully brought it back to me.  Pierre and I were both transfixed by the
site of her naked body, fresh out of the shower.



   "Would you like some?" Nancy held the coffee pot and looked at Pierre.
Her dark pubic patch did nothing to hide her gorgeous lips.  Although she
didn't shave, her hair was so sparse that it really did nothing to obscure
the view.



   I think she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on us. 
Despite her coolness, she blushed a little bit, and I saw her cunt lips
open ever so slightly.



   "Yes, I could use a refill."



   Nancy walked over to him with the coffee pot, and as she poured, I
watched the delicate curve of her breasts.  For a second, I was reminded of
the goddesses on chromed hood ornaments of cars in the 1950's, or pin ups
painted on the noses of World War II bombers.  As she poured the coffee,
she bent forward, one hand forward, the other pulled back slightly.  She
was balanced on one foot, the other raised slightly behind her, making an
exaggerated move to be "dainty" as she poured.



   I remember thinking, miraculous as it was, the towel on her head stayed
put throughout.



   Nancy then turned, and walked over to the cupboard, opened it, and
reached up for cup for herself.  She looked completely unconcerned and not
at all self-conscious as she presented her lovely bum to us.  I'm pretty
sure she opened her legs a little bit to give us a better view.



   She poured herself a cup of coffee and then looked at us.  "What?" she
said, looking over the cup, "something wrong?"



   "No, n-n-nothing," I stammered, " it's just that we both like your
outfit." Pierre still smiled, and said nothing.  He told me later that
Nancy often walked around like that, and that sometimes Mary joined her. 
This was just my first time.



   Nancy leaned back against the kitchen counter, and held the cup with
both hands as she sipped it, still looking at us.  She kind of crossed her
legs near her ankles, and as she leaned back, she elongated her body,
emphasizing how thin, but well proportioned she actually was.  Her pubic
mound stood out from her narrow hips.  I think she was actually pressing
her breasts together with her elbows to give her some cleavage.



   "I want to ask you both something," she said, putting the coffee down,
and taking a few steps towards us.  "Do you think I've got a sexy body?  I
sometimes feel that I've got a boy's shape." She stopped two feet in front
of us, and raised both arms so they were straight out either side of her,
and did a little naked twirl before us.



   "No, you still look great," Pierre said, "skinny as ever."



   I wondered if he said it that way to give the impression it had been
some time since he had seen her naked, but we all realized that it had been
at most a week.



   I had been over for another visit the previous Saturday.  Nancy and I
had had an argument over something or other, but we went out onto the porch
to straighten things out.  We succeeded, and Nancy invited me back to her
bedroom.  A couple of minutes later, we were on her bed naked, with her on
top, impaled on my prick.  I remember that I was looking at my cock
alternately disappearing and reappearing into the entrance to her pussy, as
she energetically bounced on my hips.



   Suddenly, the door opened, and Pierre stood there, one hand on the
doorframe, the other on the doorknob.  We all stopped at the same time.  I
think both Pierre and I had our mouths open in surprise.  I was positioned
with my feet facing the door, and saw Pierre's glance go to the place where
Nancy and I were joined, quite firmly.



   Nancy swiveled at her waist, putting one hand on my chest, the other on
my thigh behind her.  This gave Pierre a great shot of her tits.



   "Pierre!  You NEVER knock!" she said.  And then I felt her lift her bum
up a little, and I was sure she was giving him a better view.  I felt her
settle back down, then raise up once more.



   Pierre turned beet red, and then tore his glance away, down onto the
floor.  "Sorry, I heard you guys arguing earlier, and thought you were
alone, Nancy.  Sorry." As he began closing the door, Nancy called out "We
were having a make-up fuck and it was pretty good, as it usually is!" With
that, she swiveled around, still impaled, so she was facing him.  "Now get
out." As she said this, she leaned back; her knees bent beneath her, and
put her hands on my chest behind her.  As he closed the door, Pierre stole
another look at us.



   From my supine position, I felt that she was actually putting on a
display for him, and felt her pussy clench my cock.  I distinctly felt her
go up and down again, as the door closed.



   "Well that's twice this week," I said, looking at Pierre and Nancy.



   "What do you mean?" Pierre asked.



   "Nancy put on quite a show for you last Saturday, didn't she?" I said,
"And she got me to help!"



   "Oh Rick, that was an accident, don't be so uptight, Pierre isn't used
to knocking!  Nancy said.



   "Yeah, man, sorry about that, I heard you guys arguing, then nothing,
but I assumed you went home.  I just wanted to talk to Nancy about
something" said Pierre.



   "No problem," I said, "I just wish I had done it myself, that's all."



   "What do you mean?" asked Nancy.



   "I've been thinking all week about what Pierre saw from the doorway,
that's all." I replied.



   "I don't think he saw anything.  Did you, Pierre?" Nancy said "Besides
it's no big deal."



   Pierre reddened a little and cleared his throat, "Well actually, I did
see something when you leaned forward, Nancy."



   "What, THIS?" she said.  She turned, and leaning forward, bent over and
put her elbows on a high stool.  She presented her lovely ass to us both.



   "Well, actually, your legs were further apart, because you were
straddling him." Pierre said.



   "Like this?" Nancy said, opening up to give us a better view.  "It's not
like this is something either of you guys have never seen before!"



   The sight of Nancy's spread legs and her pussy here in the kitchen, and
in the presence of another guy was starting to get to me, and I realized I
was quite hard.  I glanced over to Pierre, who was in his bathrobe, and I
saw him adjust it to cover himself up a little better.



   Nancy turned and looked at me, with her innocent eyes, all wide.  "What
you mean is that you've never seen a cock going into a pussy 'live' before,
isn't that it?"



   "Y-yes," I stammered, "that's exactly it."



   She turned away from us again, and leaned back over the stool.  This
time, she moved her hand down between her legs, and moved it toward her
pussy.  Pierre and I both watched as her finger began to disappear into her
opening.



   "Is THIS what you wanted to see?" she said, panting a little.



   "Pretty damn close" I replied.  I realized that both Pierre and I were
doing the same thing, 'adjusting' our privates, because things were getting
a little hot now.



   Slowly, Nancy pushed herself back up and slowly, walked over to Pierre.
Without a word, she put her hand in one of the pockets of his bathrobe, and
pulled out a condom.



   "I see Mary still practices safe sex," she said as she ripped open the
package, and pulled the condom out.



   "Let's see if we can help Rick out of his discomfort!" she said, but
turned towards Pierre.



   In one quick motion, she pulled his bathrobe open, and expertly rolled
the condom down onto his prick!  In another flash, she kicked off her
sandals, straddled him, and plunged down on his cock.





   "Nancy, what the hell are you doing?" Pierre asked, completely taken by
surprise.



   "What does it look like I'm doing," she replied, "we're giving Rick his
show!"



   With that, she pushed the table back, and I had a perfect view of the
action happening five feet in front of me.



   "Can you see OK?," Nancy asked, as she leaned forward, but didn't stop
her up and down motion.



   Pierre grabbed her by her sides, and helped thrust her up and down on
his cock.



   "Wait, WAIT!" Nancy shouted, and with one smooth motion, sprang off
Pierre, but just as quickly spun around so she now faced me.  Pierre didn't
move his hands, and she whirled under them.  Just as quickly as before, she
plunged back down onto Pierre, but this time presented me with a front view
of the action.



   "Is this better?" she asked, still moving up and down on Pierre, as his
hands moved over her breasts.



   I saw Pierre's balls bounce as his condom-clad cock appeared and
disappeared into Nancy's pussy, her lips moving in and out as they held
onto his cock.  The towel finally fell from her head and she caught it in
one hand before it hit the floor.



   Suddenly, Pierre shuddered, and Nancy began moving more furiously than
before, and they both erupted in a simultaneous orgasm, and I followed a
few seconds later myself!



   Nancy smiled a broad smile, as she laid back on Pierre, her legs still
wide open, Pierre's cock still in her.  His hands moved down to her waist,
and gently rubbed her there.



   Nancy slowly moved herself upward, and I watched as Pierre's somewhat
limp cock reluctantly pulled out of her, and flopped forward.



   Nancy reached down, pulled off the condom, and stood up, she walked over
to the garbage can, and pressed down on the pedal with her bare foot,
dropping the soggy condom into the garbage.



   Pierre and I were stunned, as she nonchalantly put her sandals back on,
and reached over with the towel, wrapped it around Pierre's cock, cleaned
him off, and rearranged his bathrobe.  He looked like something out of the
comics, his arms limply by his side as he tried to figure out what had just
happened to us.



   Nancy gave me an impish smile, grabbed her coffee and headed back to her
room to change.  I went to the washroom to clean up.



   When I got back to the kitchen, Pierre was still in a state of shock.





   Nancy walked in wearing shorts and sandals.  She had a t-shirt on her
arms as she was just putting it on.  She raised her arms, and let the
t-shirt fall down over her head.  With a slight hesitation, but enough to
leave a lasting impression in our minds, Pierre and I watched as the thin,
white material covered her tits.



   It was going to be a great summer.













   
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