XIV
"What are you doing, Laura? I, we, are not ready. We have not talked about it enough! Does she know what you want?"
"Look baby, Cindy admires you and she wants to make you feel loved... I mean more that you are already. You saw last night that she is attempting to get close to you through me; I just licked her pussy, not more. I want to show her all of us with you. Let's make her welcome. Besides, she might be expecting that in addition to her Yoga teacher you can show her other things of life, you know what I mean?"
So Laura had it all clear. We would welcome Cindy at home and very naturally she would become our partner in love. She would join us in our private haphazard Yoga, she would share our meals, she would share our bed. I was totally thrilled now, not only because I wanted to transgress our teacher-student relationship but because she had told Laura that she was in awe of me. Was I right to suspect that she now knew that I was a special girl?
We needed to lay out the details of this arrangement. Cindy was to be our unicorn; I continued warming up to the idea (will I overheat to it?), because I knew it was to be a new level of excitement for Laura and I as a couple. But we also had to make it worthwhile for our third wheel Cindy. In this arrangement there were to face challenging human and professional relationships. We were getting aroused by picturing all the aspects of what we were about to embark in. Cindy moving in? Cindy sharing all our meals? Cindy coming with us to parties? In our morning nakedness we could read in each other the signs of our arousal, in our swollen nipples and in a fresh wetness we could feel between our legs. Mind you, we were sitting on our kitchen stools having a light breakfast. We could only see our nipples and I could see the very thin, veiled sweat in Laura's cheeks. Another kind of sweat was transpiring in our pussies: we each could gauge it with the discrete swinging of our legs as we tried to deal with the new and pleasurable itching down there. Hey, think of women's pussies, if you wish, with the folds of feminine petals. Our pussies still have folds, as our soft dicks rest upon the expansive surface of our scrotum and play with the bumps of our balls. Granted, they may not look like petals; you tell us what they look like -please be poetic. This situation was now more immediate and we would solve it as usual with a morning lovemaking bout. Not the first time it happened as such. And, with no words spoken yet, we started with our physical play.
XV
Laura slides from her stool, wet with sweat dripping from her crotch, and with her index finger sliding over the table and ending up softly rotating around my nipple on the sensitive darker skin of my areola says: "I want to be your egoistical Frog." There we go. It's a lab move, if you will, from our playbook. Quite the contrary to altruistic Frog. Cindy had been the selfish bitch last night, if you know what I mean. No problem. I am game for her egoistical role, where she just receives, for starters at least, since Laura had put Cindy in that role, although not for my benefit. So I take her index by its tip, which left my nipple very erect, and drag her to the open space in our lounge with the very soft beige carpet. Frog requires softness. She is sweating more, as I see in her shiny cheeks, while I am getting wetter in my pussy. Is Laura's pussy this wet? I will soon find out, as I let her index loose and lower myself to the ground on my back. Then Laura stands over my face straddling my head, and slowly starts lowering herself and stops as she squats so her pussy hangs over my face. I could almost touch with an outstretched tongue the wet tip of her thin dick pointing down at me, a sensual thin wetness covering her red shiny head. As her hips lowered down towards me I enjoyed the sensation of her pussy zeroing in towards my mouth. Kneeling down, straddling my head, her pussy is much closer but it keeps hanging above me, still away from my mouth. I shall not lift nor head nor tongue to reach her wet head and beyond. She will come to me, in time... a short time. She is facing back, so I will not have her mouth above my crotch, where now my wet dick is stuck between my balls and all this, in its soft, liquid state is lodged between my legs. I close my legs more and it all slides further down, disappearing and creating a new pussy with even a couple of folds. Hot. No one is admiring this. Laura is looking the other way, oblivious to this new state. I can only imagine it but I feel it in minute detail and I hope that Cindy will be able to appreciate it at length and play with it very soon. Very hot.
I say "appreciate it further" because that is the way she knows this part of my body. Or so I believe. I am always carefully tucked it for class. I have never showered in front of my female students. And I do not recall any emergency erections. I do recall a few cases of bulging crotch but never believed it was obvious to any student. Some of these events were first started by the bulging of my own students, male of course -I have never known a female like me in my classes. The sight of female bodies molded in tight yoga gear is not a catalyst, except of course when it is about Cindy's curves. Given that she is a very regular, attentive and caring student it is highly possible that she might have noticed such my state. For instance, she is always my volunteer when it comes to demonstrate new poses, or just to help me recap the safe ways to accomplish a pose, as in bridge for example. I would hold her arms, legs, her hips with both arms as I straddled her and pulled her up towards me, getting me closer to her crotch or breasts. And she would do exactly the same for me. What did she actually see as she pulled me up towards her if she happened to be facing my legs? She would be squarely on top of my crotch, close enough to smell it. Close enough to note any changes in the topography of my hips, more so because in Bridge the knees need to be apart (but firm) at all times. So there is no closing the legs and making cock and balls disappear by sliding them down as in my pose for Frog with Laura. Plus tucking is not always that tight and malfunctions do happen, although untucking of all parts of my pussy due soft or mild erections has never happened. I may have gone often into bridge and asked Cindy to help me; on purpose, right?