Martin had noticed any number of things that Lena and Paige were doing, chief among them the snaking of the lithe girl’s hand under her friend’s dress. His eyes had drifted to Paige’s lap for a moment, watching just to see any signs of movement, the twitch of her hips maybe, at the intrusion of Lena’s fingers. As though practiced at it, Lena seemed to be working very carefully and deftly there, as though trying to keep her friend at bay for the moment.<br/><br/>His attention turned back to Lena as she worked her hand up his thigh, bare breasts resting easily against his knees. Martin licked his lips a bit, thinking about how badly he’d like to place his hands on Lena-to feel the warmth of her flesh and make her body respond to his touch.<br/><br/>He’d been holding back, trying to ease the girls, (and himself) into this experience. That they’d been proactive about beginning to disrobe gave Martin all the license he needed to truly press forward and give into the desires that had been building since the girls motioned him over at the bar.<br/><br/>It was time for Martin’s hands to get to work, at least a little. His head was already bent in Paige’s direction from the grasp of her hand in his hair, which made it all the easier for him to slide a hand into her thick, darkened locks and turn her head back and up just a bit. Without a moment’s warning, his lips crushed against Paige’s, the kiss deep and heavy and pushed by his tongue pressing into the curvy girl’s mouth and against hers. It was heated, and needy, and the first real release of his pent up lust.<br/><br/>The kiss broke and Martin kept his light grip on Paige’s hair near her scalp, and pressed his forehead against hers. “Lena looked like she enjoyed kissing you so much that I had to try it myself,” he said with a smile. “And now I see why, but, don’t you think, Paige,” he said, turning his attention towards Lena as she kneeled on the floor, “that Lena would look even better with those pretty lips working on something else?”<br/><br/>The grip in Paige’s hair gently guided the girl’s gaze down toward her friend kneeling before them, her hand still stuffed under the hem of Paige’s dress. Martin reached his other hand for Lena’s, and drew it up his thigh and over the now stiffening bulge in his slacks while he fixed his gaze on her. Her hand felt small in his grasp, but free of any resistance to where he was leading it. All the while, he kept his words directed at Paige.<br/><br/>“What do you think, Paige? Do you think Lena would enjoy getting a little taste of your professor?” His lips curled into a smile, gaze never leaving Lena’s face as he said it. Slowly, he withdrew his hand from Lena’s and worked to loosen his belt, then reached for Pagie’s free hand and drew it across her body and towards his lap without looking at her.<br/><br/>“Go on, Paige, help her take it out. Let’s see if Lena likes it.” Martin finally turned his gaze back to Paige and lightly kissed just below her earlobe, his hand still in her hair. Quietly, he whispered to her, “I want to see how turned on you get watching her handle it.”<br/>