SUMMER SWALLOWS (Velvetglove)

 

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PART ONE: AUTUMN

 

I was jerking off when my phone rang.

Fuck. I cursed and made a snap decision, reluctantly releasing my throbbing, purple-headed dick. I was about 15 seconds from shooting my load whilst sat at my desk ogling some high-octane porn.

"Yeah?"

"Hi." A female voice cooed.

I nearly dropped the frigging phone. I recognised it as Violet, the newish arrival in 2B, living down my corridor. She was blue-eyed, butter-blonde, and drop-dead fuckin' gorgeous. Way, way out of my league.

"Busy?"

"Er ... well, no, not really." I mumbled, trying not to sound like a star-struck teenager.

I'd met Violet a few times. The day she moved in, she'd turned up at my door to introduce herself and borrow some milk. Then we bumped into each other a couple of times in the lobby downstairs. Recently I'd plucked up the courage to invite her out for coffee.

She'd turned me down nicely. Violet had to be like 23, maybe 24, and sadly I'm 45, coming on 46. She's cheerleader sexy with the brightest, most perfect smile I've ever seen, whereas I'm a bit plump, kinda geeky, with receding hair.

As I said, like top of the Premiership meeting a Sunday League outfit.

"Can I pop round?"

I stared down at my open dressing gown and protruding dick.

"Er ... you mean like ... right now?"

There was a pause. I cursed myself for sounding negative.

"Sure." I gushed, before she had time to reply. "Just give me five minutes."

She laughed. "No prob. See you in five."

I ran into my bedroom and sprayed my armpits, swilled some mouthwash round my teeth, pulled on a crumpled T-shirt and eventually managed to fold my semi-erection inside some Adidas track-pants.

I patted down my thinning hair and shoved my feet into some sneakers. Then I clicked on the electric kettle and tried to appear laid-back.

Just in time I remembered to close the porn site on my laptop.

There was an authoritative knock at the door.

"Hi." I said, trying to blend just the right amount of nonchalance with enthusiasm as I opened it.

I gasped.

Violet wasn't alone. Fantasies of a threesome swam into my horny brain. Another girl was standing behind her, in the background. At first glance she looked almost a twin. But then I saw she was actually shorter, with freckles and strawberry blonde hair. And her tits were fucking huge.

"Hi." Violet said, flashing me that killer smile. "This is Summer."

I tore my eyes from Summer's enormous chest back to Violet's lips.

"Hi there. Er ... welcome, come on in."

I looked back into my apartment with suddenly fresh eyes and winced. It was a fucking tip. My social life basically comprises one poker night with three buddies every fortnight and, as bad luck would have it, it had been my turn to host our game two nights earlier.

There were clothes strewn about, a few playing cards were scattered on the floor, my dirty mugs and used bowls lay dotted around, piles of cables and wires, books and magazines and my yellow foam-football on the sofa.

My living room-cum-kitchen is open plan. There's a door to my separate bedroom and bathroom.

"Er ... sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting guests."

"It's fine." Violet replied, unconcerned. "In fact, it's perfect."

 

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