Loading...Robyn sat at my side, her emerald eyes blazing with lust as she looked at my naked body. Nude herself, she was holding our strap-on in her hand. Bringing it to her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down it’s length. For some reason, I couldn’t move, so I just lay there before her watching as she continued her oral ministrations on the sex toy.
Her other hand rose to cup her breast, her thumb circling the nipple and I watched as it stiffened. Now she was sliding the length of the fake cock between her lips, deep-throating it and moaning as she did.
I felt myself become aroused, watching Robyn as she blew the strap-on. I longed to touch her, but I just couldn’t move. Seeming to understand both my predicament and my desires, she slid her hand from her breast and down her slim stomach and between her legs. She spread her lips with her fingers and I could see how wet she was. Her clit was engorged and peeking out from under it’s hood and I watched as Robyn slid one finger up her slit to wet it and then begin to rub her hardened nub.
Still looking me in the eye with desire burning in hers, Robyn slid the strap-on from her lips and began to fasten it around her hips. Once she was finished, I watched in amazement as it transformed from a rubber toy and bonded to her as a flesh and blood cock! I looked up to meet her eyes to see if she shared my shock, but it was no longer Robyn next to me, but a man. He smiled and positioned himself between my legs. Somehow though, everything seemed to be right. Of course there is a man here ready to fuck my brains out. And I wanted him to. I wanted him bad. Suddenly I realized I could move and I hooked my hands behind my knees, pulling my legs up and wide, exposing my pussy to him in invitation. He accepted and with a firm push he split me wide open.
I gasped in pleasure as he slid inside me so easily, even though he was larger than any man I had ever had in me before. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me onto his massive cock again and again, and I moaned and panted in ecstasy. He began a smooth back and forth motion, and I reached down to stimulate my clit in time with his thrusts. I was so wet and so eager to cum, I began to buck my hips, trying to fit even more of the man’s huge cock inside of me. It took only a few minutes before he began to thrust hard, fast, and deep and I think I screamed when he did. An orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave and at the same time I felt him cum inside me, his semen hot and…
I woke up suddenly, instantly confused by the lack of a man above me. My eyes darted back and forth trying to make sense of my surroundings and it took me a moment to recognize my brother’s room. I was home for winter break, and staying with my parents. I was in my brother’s room because my grandparents were also with us and they got my room. A second later I realized that my hand was between my legs, soaked with my juices, where I had apparently been touching myself while I was asleep. Thank God my brother was at a friend’s house that night. I would have died if he had caught me masturbating.
Then again, it may not have happened if he had been here. I had gotten into the habit of sleeping naked ever since Robyn and I had started our relationship. Staying at home, however, left me few opportunities to sleep in the nude, so I had grasped this chance while my brother wasn’t here. Being naked and missing Robyn, it was no wonder I had an erotic dream. I thought back on my dream with mixed feelings. For one, I felt quite aroused, despite the fact that I had already had an orgasm in my sleep. I had heard of wet dreams, but only in relation to guys, and had no idea girls could have them too. Secondly, I realized that it had been a long time since I had had a real penis inside me. Not since Mike, my jerk ex-boyfriend from over a year ago. Robyn and I had used the strap-on, and it did feel wonderful, but it just wasn’t the same as a real honest-to-God cock. I kind of wanted to feel that again.
Lastly, I felt a bit guilty. Here I was in a relationship with a woman that I did love. Robyn was my best friend and more and made me feel better than any man ever had. Why should I long for a man when she fulfilled me so much more? Admittedly, we had no assumptions that our relationship was forever. I mean, we weren’t really lesbians. At least, I didn’t think so. Lesbians are attracted to other women while we were only attracted to each other, which in my mind is a distinct difference.
I think we both wanted to move on eventually, to find men that we would someday marry, have kids, and settle down. At least I knew that is what I wanted, and we couldn’t have that if we were together. Besides, this was my last year of college, and she had a few more years yet if she was going to be a nurse. Most likely I would end up moving away to a job while she stayed behind for her degree. Our relationship had never been a forever-and-ever thing from the very start.
I shook my head to clear it of unpleasant thoughts and instead focused on my hand, still between my wet folds. As I mentioned before, I was still feeling aroused and since I had the room to myself for possibly the only time this vacation, I might as well take advantage of it. I closed my eyes, picturing the man from my dream again.
He was faceless, but had a great body and a large cock. A twinge of guilt hit me again as I hadn’t masturbated to thoughts of anyone but Robyn since we had started our relationship, but I banished it quickly. This was a fantasy and had nothing to do with my girlfriend. I remembered the feeling of the dream man moving inside me and began to push my fingers between my pussy lips in the same way. My other hand moved up and over my breasts, playing a little with each as my fingers slid in and out of my wet pussy, the heel of my hand grinding against my clit with each thrust.
My hips began moving against my hand seemingly on their own as I began to feel an orgasm building. Yet, even though they felt good, my fingers just could not duplicate the memory of the man thrusting inside me with that large cock of his. I opened my eyes and looked around the room, desperate to find something to really fill me up. I finally saw an empty glass Coke bottle on my brother’s desk and quickly snatched it up. Turning it upside down, I placed the opening on the bed and straddled the bottle. If I hadn’t still been half-asleep and so damn horny, I never would have done this, but I was so I did. I held the bottle at my opening and began to lower myself onto it. My eyes closed once again, picturing myself kneeling above the dream man, slowly impaling myself on his very hard and very large cock. I giggled a little as my tired brain latched on to how close the word “cock” was to “Coke”. My giggle became a soft moan of mixed pain and pleasure as the bottle began to slide into me. Since I was using the bottom of the bottle, there was no gradual increase in size, just a large, flat cylinder making it’s way inside me. As such, the initial insertion was a little painful, but I was so wet that before long my lower lips were touching the bed, the bottle in me fully.
I began to move myself up again, the bottle’s natural shape letting it fall out of me as I did. The springs of the bed gave off low squeaks as I did, and I winced a little, hoping no one in the house heard them, but horniness won out over caution and I kept going. I moved up maybe four inches before letting my weight fall back on the bottle, shoving it inside me again. I began to rub my clit with one hand as I moved up and down the bottle, envisioning my dream man’s throbbing member. My breasts began to bounce up and down with my movements, and I imagined the man leaning up to suck first one nipple, then the other, my free hand acting as his lips. I had to bite my own lip in order to keep a small squeal of pleasure from escaping me. My fingers quickened on my clit and with one last hard push down, burying the bottle deep in my pussy, my orgasm erupted. I held my breath, knowing a scream of ecstasy would come with it if any escaped as I came and came. Only my fingers moved on my clit as my body stiffened in sustained pleasure. I held this pose for I don’t know how long before the orgasm finally abated. I fell backwards, my head hanging off the edge of the bed and felt it as the bottle slid from between my lips when my pussy involuntarily spasmed, trying to clench the object that had filled it so well.
I lay there, panting, savoring the feeling of the best orgasm I had had in weeks. Once again an image of Robyn flashed through my mind, this time looking sad and hurt, a face she never really made. Thinking of this made me sad as well. I knew I had to tell her about my dream, although I thought I might leave off what I had just done. We didn’t hide important things from each other, and if I was desiring a man enough to fuck a Coke bottle, then my girlfriend needed to know. “Shit,” I said to the empty room.
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Robyn’s body stiffened as she emitted a long loud moan. I continued to rock my hips through her orgasm, thrusting the strap-on in and out of her, feeling her juices run down onto me. With her head thrown back, her long hair tickled my thighs as the ends just brushed against my skin, which only caused me to twitch more. After a moment she collapsed atop me, giving me a tight hug, which I returned. Her lips found mine and her tongue slipped inside my mouth, and once again that day I tasted myself on her. I inhaled her scent, a lovely mix of her sweat, her lavender body wash, and her musk, an aroma that always made a tingle run through my body. We lay there on my bed, embracing and kissing as she recovered from her orgasm.
Winter break had been over with for a couple of weeks now. I had told Robyn about my dream on our first day back together. I had been apologetic but straightforward, admitting how I had fantasized about a man for the first time since the two of us had become lovers, but reassuring her that I loved her and still wanted her. Robyn had erupted in laughter. “Allie, you are so cute,” she managed to gasp at last, nearly in tears. I began to get a little angry, which she must have noticed because she made an obvious effort to get her laughter under control. “Allie,” she said, “I don’t own you. You are allowed to fantasize about whatever you want.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “I know we may not be together forever, but just as long as I get to be with you and wake up next to your beautiful body,” she leaned in and kissed my cheek, “see your beautiful face,” she kissed the other cheek then whispered in my ear, “and eat out your delicious pussy in the meantime, everything else goes.” She pressed her lips against mine and I embraced her. Together we moved towards her bedroom, lips locked, shedding clothes the entire way. Then, well…you get the idea.
Getting back to the present, Robyn finally pulled back and sighed in pleasure. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” she said. “You are right. As wonderful as this all is,” she pressed her hips down, giving emphasis to the strap-on still inside her, “it’s no replacement for the real thing.” She looked me in the eye and said, “I think we should get ourselves a man for the night.”
I just stared at her, dumbfounded. “What?”
“You know,” she continued, “a man. A male. A flesh-and-blood dick that can fuck us silly. A one-night stand. A menage-a-trois. Do I need to go on?” Robyn’s eyes were sparkling in a familiar way. They spoke to me of fun, lust, daring, adventure, and most of all challenge. She knew I had never been a one-night stand kind of girl, even though it was a similar one-time only sexual encounter that had ultimately brought us together. She was pushing me, seeing if I would stretch my boundaries once again. She had tried this once before when seeing if I would try anal stimulation. While she enjoyed it, and we had purchased a butt plug for her to indulge her fetish, penetration had not felt very good to me, although I did enjoy the rim-job she gave me. Still, I had let her try, so she had made me broaden my horizons, and now she was trying for it again. At the same time, it did sound somewhat appealing, Robyn having a gift of making the most outlandish things sound reasonable.
I thought about the last time I had fucked a guy, my ex-boyfriend Mike. He had been no slouch when it came to sex, and the real thing was definitely a better feeling than the lifeless sex toy Robyn and I had been using since the beginning of this school year. It would feel good to have a man between my legs again, and the fact that Robyn had brought it up meant that things would be fine between us too. Hell, with the two of us together it wouldn’t feel like cheating at all, but more like having a living, breathing sex toy for us to play with. Yeah, that’s how I would think of it, just another toy to pleasure each other with.
I suddenly realized Robyn was waiting for a response, and just by the look in her eyes I could tell that she knew she had won. But I wasn’t going down (so to speak) without a fight. “Fine, but I’m laying down some ground rules,” I said. “Firstly, not tonight. Tonight I just want you for myself.”
She let out a sound not unlike a purr and said, “Sounds good. Go on.”
“Secondly,” I continued, “we need a pack of condoms, since I don’t trust a random guy we pick up to have some and there’s no way I’m doing this unprotected.”
“Agreed,” she said. “Anything else?”
I nodded and rolled over, so that I was laying on top of her. “Third…” I sat up and unfastened the strap-on then pulled it out from between Robyn’s folds. I licked the tip, tasting her juices, before handing it to her. “Third, show me why I’m with you and not some well-hung stud.” Robyn smiled and sat up. She tossed the strap-on over her shoulder, then reached out and pushed me onto my back. A moment later she buried her face between my legs and began caressing my clit with her tongue, doing her best to meet my third rule. Ten minutes of Robyn’s skilled tongue and fingers, an exquisite orgasm, and a few minutes of afterglow later, I broke off our kiss and asked, “Okay, so how are we going to do this?”
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Robyn had planned well. Instead of the next night, we waited until Friday, so all the bars and clubs in town would be packed with both guys and girls looking for some action. Additionally, she had “sluttied” us up, as she had put it. It was winter, and very cold out, but we went to the club she chose wearing babydoll tops with no bras underneath and she had me wearing a short skirt while she wore some of the tiniest shorts I had ever seen. We both wore thigh high stockings, mine held up by a garter belt Robyn had gotten somewhere, and black boots. Robyn had put on some suspenders as well, which ran along the outer edge of her breasts, pushing them together and really making them stand out. Our nipples were practically bursting through the cotton tops because of the cold, and I had to admit that mine were also hard because of how aroused I felt. I knew why we were going out, and my body was responding, although I don’t think I had ever had such a case of butterflies in my stomach.
When we reached the club and entered, my body shivered as the warm air swept over me, grateful to be out of the bitter chill. Lights flashed and the music pounded though my body, some kind of dance beat that was so generic in these establishments. The smell of cigarette smoke was thick in the air, but scents of sweat and the occasional patch of weed were also present. There were a lot of people out on the floor, moving and jumping in a way that I guess you could call dancing, although it looked more to me like small seizures. I half expected everyone to fall down and start foaming at the mouth at any second. As you may have guessed by now, clubbing wasn’t really my thing, and I realized that Robyn had managed to make me leave my comfort zone yet again. Sneaky bitch.
When I turned to glare at her, I realized she had already moved towards the bar. I noticed how the eye of nearly every guy was on her, whether they were with a girl or not. Robyn moved with a sensuous grace through the mass throng that you couldn’t help but admire. Her long hair swayed with every step, her footfalls landing with each beat of the music, and her body made serpentine motions to avoid people as she moved through the crowd. Yet I noticed that as she passed men her erect nipples would often brush against their arm, or her hand might slightly trail over their butt or even across the front of their pants. Where she went, the people she passed took notice. She was like Viagra on legs in the club that night and I just hoped she remembered that we were trying to bring one guy home with us, not twenty.
She reached the bar and quickly had guys rushing to buy her drinks. Her eyes met mine briefly and she gave me a wink, then turned to one of the guys and struck up a conversation. I sighed, envying the ease with which Robyn seemed to do nearly everything, and began to make my own way to the bar. I was not nearly so graceful, unfortunately. After jostling a dozen elbows and stepping on a few toes I managed to trip and quickly pushed my hands forward to break my fall. A hand grabbed my arm and another appeared around my waist. I saw a cup hit the ground and spill amber liquid all over the floor, but the hands prevented me from landing in the puddle. I looked up to see that the hands belonged to a brown haired guy who had caught me and stopped my fall.
“Are you okay,” he said. Well, more like yelled to be heard over the loud ‘thump thump’ of the music.
I nodded. He was a pretty good looking guy. His hair was neatly trimmed and his square jaw was clean shaven. Slight wrinkles at the edges of his warm brown eyes suggested to me that he smiled a lot. What? So I noticed his eyes. I like eyes. They are the windows of the soul, you know? Anyway, he struck me as friendly, and feeling as out of my element as I did, any friendliness was appreciated. Of course, the stupidest thing in the world flashed through my head and out of my mouth. “You spilled your beer.”
He glanced at the cup on the floor, it’s contents scattered all around us. We were kind of isolated as other people had moved away to avoid the stream of beer and I happened to spy Robyn at the bar. She was watching me and gave me a mocking thumbs up. Before I could give her the finger back, the man looked back to me.
“That’s okay,” he said, “it’s not everyday I get to catch a falling star.”
I felt flattered at the same time I recognized an obvious pick up line. I readjusted my glasses which had jostled unevenly at my near fall and said, “Think that one up yourself, did you?”
“Nah,” he returned, “read it online with dozens of others. But I never thought I’d actually get to use it.”
He smiled at me and I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “My hero,” I declared. “Let me buy you another beer as a thank you, and you can try some of the other lines on me and see if any work.”
“That’s a deal,” he said, “but only as long as I don’t have to wear my cape. It’s just too hot in here.” We made our way over to the bar, on the other side of it from Robyn who was still surrounded by guys and a few girls as well. I bought my rescuer a beer and he insisted upon purchasing me one as well. We got to talking and he introduced himself as Brian. When I told him my name, he asked, “Allie, huh? Like an alley cat?” Again he smiled, and I could tell he was teasing.
I tilted my head at him in surprise. I had actually never noticed that obvious pun in my name and it had never been pointed out to me by anyone else either. “Huh, I like that,” I told him. “Allie cat.”
“So,” Brian asked, “where do I pet you to make you purr?”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Is this another cheesy pick-up line?”
Brian smiled again. I liked his smile. It came easily to his face and made his eyes sparkle with good humor. “Of course,” he admitted. “I figure I’ll try out my entire repetoire and see if anything works.”
I couldn’t help but smile back. “Well so far you’ve caught my fancy.” I let my voice go a bit sultry, something I had picked up from Robyn. “If you keep it up, maybe you’ll get to find out what this pussy likes.” Oh my God, did I just say that!? “Pussycat, I mean,” I blurted out, which I’m sure totally ruined the attempt at being sultry. I felt my cheeks burn and hoped that the lighting in the club was dim enough to hide my blush. “So, uh,” I said, trying to cover my embarrassment, “let’s hear what else you got.”
If Brian noticed my discomfort or thought anything about my slip, he was gracious enough not to mention it. Instead he began regaling me with countless pick-up lines, some good, others downright horrid. He even sang a song that he claimed Weird Al Yankovic created that was full of terrible attempts at pick-up lines, with plenty of interruptions as I burst into laughter or expressed disbelief. We continued to drink as he made me laugh more and more, barely able to keep a straight face himself because of my reaction. Conversation continued beyond the pick-up lines and in a rare event for me, I found my self having a really good time at a club.
“Having a good time, are we?” came a voice by my shoulder. Startled by the unexpected proximity, I turned to find Robyn next to me. “Come on,” she said, taking my arm, “I need to use the bathroom.” I looked to Brian and told him I’d be right back then allowed Robyn to lead me to the restroom. “So,” she said, smiling one of her mischievous smiles once we got there, “I see somebody found a good-looking hunk of man.” I realized then that I had totally forgotten the point of going out that night. We were here to find a guy to take home with us and have him fuck us silly. As I thought about it though, I felt Brian would fit the bill nicely. He was good-looking, obviously interested (at least, I’ve never known a guy to spend so much time talking to a random girl without some hope of getting close), and most importantly I felt comfortable with him. I felt safe inviting him into my home for some sexual fun.
“Well, somebody had to narrow down the pool of candidates,” I told her. “We’d be bringing the whole club home if it was up to you.” I smiled to let her know I was only teasing, but then continued, “I think Brian will do nicely for the evening’s entertainment, what do you think?”
Robyn placed a hand on her chin, as if deeply considering the matter. “Tell you what,” she said. “I think I’ll head home and get things ready, and I’ll leave you here to seal the deal.” She put her hands on my shoulders and looked deep in my eyes, making her face as serious as she could. “Our night’s sexual escapades are in your hands, don’t let me down.” I rolled my eyes, and she let out a bark of laughter. “Well introduce me to your stud before I head out,” she said and we left the restroom, getting stared at by a girl who had just left a stall, who had obviously heard our whole conversation. Robyn blew her a kiss just before the door closed and laughed again.
We made our way back to the bar and to where Brian was sitting. “I see how it goes,” he said before I could get a word in. “I flirt with you all night then you take off with the first set of pretty legs to come by.” I stuck my tongue out at him which made him laugh.
Robyn stepped forward and extended her hand. “Hi. Brian, isn’t it? I’m Robyn,” she said. Brian shook her hand. “I just wanted to meet the man who got my roommate all hot and bothered.”
“Robyn!”
She only laughed at my discomfort. “Anyway,” she continued, “it’s nice to meet you.” She turned back to me. “Now don’t stay out too late, dear,” she chided me and then right in front of Brian she threw an arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Over a year of instinct made me return the kiss, but my eyes widened in shock as I felt her fingers brush my panty-covered lips under my skirt. “I knew you were hot and bothered,” she whispered in my ear, and then started walking away. “Oh, Brian. I hope I’ll be seeing…more…of you soon.” The way she ran her gaze down to his pants and then back up left no illusions about what she meant. Then she was gone.
“Wow,” Brian said, watching Robyn go then looking back at me. “Uh, so that’s your roommate, huh?” At my acknowledgment he gave me a questioning look. “Are you two…uh…more than that?”
My mind was reeling. I couldn’t believe Robyn just went and did that. Well, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I could believe it and really should have expected it. Robyn loved to push my buttons, both physically and figuratively. “She just likes to tease me,” I told him. “Look, I’m not good at this sort of thing, so I’m just going to come out and say it.” I felt the butterflies in my stomach again as I tried to put my thoughts into words. Brian watched and listened attentively. “Robyn and I are lovers, yes. But tonight I want to be with a man, and I want it to be you.” I felt the blood rise to my cheeks. I don’t think I had ever been this forward with anyone before. “So, if you want to find out what makes this Allie Cat purr, come with me.” I looked into his warm, brown eyes and said, “I promise you that this will be a night you’ll never forget.”
Brian moved close to me until our knees were touching. His hands reached out and settled on my thighs, just below the hem of my skirt. “Will I also find out,” he said, and I jerked a little as one hand slid under my skirt and caressed me through my panties, “what this pussy likes?”
“And here I thought I was going to get away with that,” I muttered. His thumb ran up and down my slit, my panties wet from my arousal (damn Robyn for being right) and I let out a soft moan when he reached my clit. I leaned over until my lips were near his ear and spoke just loud enough to be heard over the pounding music, “If you’re good, you will BE what this pussy likes.” Brian grinned at my answer then turned and kissed me. The hand that wasn’t under my skirt cupped my head, holding me tightly against his lips. The kiss was very different than the kisses I shared with Robyn. His mouth was larger, for one, his nose too. His tongue slid inside my mouth firmly, instead of Robyn’s gentle yet insistent pressure, and he tasted different. Ultimately though, it was the smell. Robyn smelled like lavender and sensual femininity. Brian was all male, his scent that of sweat and leather or something. It was different, but it was good.
I don’t know how long we sat there at the bar, kissing while he fondled me lightly, but when our lips finally parted I was panting for breath. I looked down and could see a bulge in his pants and knew then and there that I wanted to see what was making that bulge. “We should go,” I said, fumbling for my purse and wallet. Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, slapped it on the bar then took my arm and started for the door. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair as we passed and after a moment of pressing through the crowd, we were outside.
The cold night air was a relief after the heat of the club, and taking Brian’s hand I started walking towards my apartment. It wasn’t far from the club, but after a minute the wintry air was causing me to shiver. “I don’t suppose I could borrow that cape you mentioned earlier,” I said, my teeth almost chattering.
“Sorry, I must have left it at home,” he said, but he draped his jacket over my shoulders and put his arm around me. I huddled next to him, savoring the warmth of his body and thinking about other things of his I would be savoring soon. The streets were deserted as we walked which made me a little more brazen. I placed one hand over the bulge in his pants and gently squeezed it. He let out a moan of his own and I felt it as he flexed, making his cock strain against his jeans. He felt pretty well-endowed and I realized that I hadn’t looked forward to something this much since wanting to see Robyn again after our summer vacation. I couldn’t wait to feel Brian’s cock inside me.
After far too many minutes for my taste, we reached my apartment. I fumbled to get the key in the lock as Brian nuzzled my neck from behind, his hands exploring the front of my shirt. I smiled as I tilted my head, giving him better access. Finally the key slid in and I opened the door, the warm draft of air from inside causing me to shiver. Well, maybe it was Brian’s lips that did it. Either way, we moved inside and I shut the door and locked it behind us. It was then I noticed soft moans and the smell of sex filling the room. I turned and saw Robyn’s clothing scattered all over the room, along with some other clothes. Then I noticed her naked upper body on the couch. She was moving in a sensuous, familiar motion, her head thrown back and her long black hair spilling down behind her like a curtain.
She turned and noticed Brian and me standing by the door. “Oh God, Allie, I’m so glad you’re here. Come here.” As I walked over to her, she said, “Brian, condoms are on the table there, feel free to strip down and suit up.” Once I got close enough, I realized that there was a man laying on the couch and Robyn was straddling him. Robyn reached out and took my hand, pulling me down and kissing me, moaning. She kept moving her hips on the man beneath her, only breaking off the kiss as a hard upward thrust by him caused her to gasp. Well, this explained the box of twelve condoms Robyn had purchased, instead of a smaller three pack. I looked back at Brian, trying to let him know that I had had no idea there would be another guy here. “I’m sorry, Allie,” Robyn gasped, “I just couldn’t wait and I knew just one man wouldn’t satisfy us both so I invited Connor here.” Her fingers clenched in my hair after a particularly deep thrust by Connor and she stopped a moment before saying, “I’m sorry, but God you’ve got to feel this.”
At a loss for words, I did the only thing I could think of and lightly smacked her upside the head. She rubbed her head and gave me a pouty look, which quickly returned to one of pleasure before she leaned down and kissed Connor. I just shook my head and turned back to Brian. I smiled apologetically and walked back to him. He looked a little flummoxed but I quickly figured out a way to fix that. I kissed him on the lips as I unfastened his jeans. Then I went down on my knees, tugged his pants and underwear down and grabbed his erect cock as it sprang out, finally free of its constraints. I began to kiss and lick it, looking up into his brown eyes as I did. He let out a soft moan and leaned back, letting the wall support his weight.
My free hand moved down to untie his shoes and with a little help I managed to relieve him of shoes, socks, and pants entirely, leaving him standing there in just a polo shirt. After a minute or two of teasing licks and kisses, I popped the head into my mouth, sucking gently. Feeling his legs get shaky, I stopped and stood up, taking his hand and guiding him to the chair in the living room where I pushed him down and resumed my oral pleasuring. From there, he had a great view of Robyn fucking Connor, and in return the two of them could watch me suck off Brian. But as I looked up at his eyes, I noticed that his gaze never wandered as he watched me work his cock. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, fitting as much of it as I could in my mouth, using one hand to control the depth and the other to play with his balls. My ex really enjoyed that, and I was hoping Brian would too. Down here, he smelled even more of sweat, but it was a clean sweat, and it only aroused me further.
I don’t know how long it was, but at some point I felt hands under my skirt, tugging at my panties. I stopped and looked back for a second to see Robyn, her hands busy under my miniskirt. I think she had forgotten about the garter belt she had me wearing, because they were keeping my panties on. I returned my attention to Brian, but stopped for a moment when I heard cloth tearing. By the sudden wafting of cool air over my hot and wet pussy lips, I knew Robyn had just ripped my panties open. I had worn my sexiest pair that night, and if I hadn’t been so horny I might have cared, but as soon as I felt Robyn’s fingers running the length of my slit I just melted. She laid on her back and positioned herself so that her mouth was under my pussy. Smiling up at me as I looked down on her between my legs, she began lapping at my slit, currently avoiding my clit, but knowing her she would get to it shortly. I smiled back at her and continued sucking off Brian. Connor, meanwhile, had positioned himself by Robyn’s legs and was thrusting in and out of her, to judge by the way her head kept moving back and forth. I had to admit though, the added motion of her head only added to my pleasure.
Brian pulled off his shirt so that he was sitting in the chair completely naked, my lips wrapped around his cock. His hands went to either side of my head, alternately caressing my hair and gripping it to pull me deep onto his hard shaft. Looking up at him with his shirt off, I could see that he had a hot body, muscular without being gross, his pecs rippling under his skin as his arms moved back and forth, guiding my head as I pleasured him.
After a few minutes of this, Robyn’s tongue having driven me into a fit of lust beyond what I had already been experiencing, Brian pulled my head up and off his dick, and guided me to his mouth so he could kiss me deeply. He began to pull at the bottom of my shirt, and I broke off the kiss and raised my arms so he could peel the babydoll shirt up and off. It was only then that I realized I was the only person in the room wearing any clothes. Somehow it didn’t seem fair, but I didn’t focus on it for long. My bare breasts hung before Brian now, and he leaned down to suck a nipple between his lips. His hands moved from my head down my shoulders, caressing my upper arms until they traveled down to my breasts, supporting them and kneading them gently as his mouth moved back and forth from one to the other.
Robyn moved so that instead of my pussy, she was rimming my ass, a feeling that I found rather pleasant. A moment later another tongue was working my clit and I looked back to see that Connor was laying with his head between my legs. Robyn was now straddling him, rocking her hips madly as her tongue circled my ass. I had never experienced two tongues working me like this before, but it felt really good. I pushed Brian back so I could continue my oral pleasuring of him. I stroked him gently while I sucked one of his balls between my lips, running my tongue all over his scrotum. Opening my mouth a little more I managed to fit the other one in as well and juggled them on my tongue, and I was rewarded with a moan. Despite the wetness from my saliva, I still felt it as he began to leak pre-cum onto my hand and I began to stroke him a little faster.
I could not hold back a gasp and short yelp of pleasure as Robyn suddenly slipped two fingers inside me. The sensation, coupled with her tongue on my ass and Connor’s on my clit, sent a jolt though me, which made me lose my focus and Brian’s balls fell from my mouth. Robyn and Connor stopped what they were doing and started repositioning themselves. Robyn took my arms and turned me to face her, kissing me on the lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth. If I had not been so turned on by everything so far that night, I probably would have been grossed out, but at the moment the fact that her tongue had been rimming my ass for the past few minutes did not even register. She laid back down on the ground, face up, and pulled my head down to hers so that her nose touched my chin as we kissed. Connor once again moved between her legs and slid his length back into her.
Meanwhile and out of my sight, Brian was picking up something from the ground. I hadn’t noticed but he had brought the box of condoms over by the chair and he must have taken one and rolled it down his length because a moment later I felt him enter me. He slid in so easily that I gasped in surprise, this time into Robyn’s mouth, as I was once again filled unexpectedly, but it only took me a moment to realize what was happening and I began to push back against his steady thrusts. Robyn and I continued making out, our tongues practically dancing together as these two men filled our pussies, giving us the best of both worlds: our lesbian relationship mixed with straight fucking.
Brian’s cock reached deep inside me with each thrust, his hands on my hips, practically pulling me back onto him again and again. I could feel my wetness trickling down my thighs, I was so horny. Throw in the passionate kisses Robyn and I were sharing along with all the work Robyn and Connor had done on me and I didn’t stand a chance. I was suddenly shuddering in my first orgasm of the evening, my scream of ecstasy muffled by Robyn’s mouth. My eyes clenched shut and my fingers curled into the carpet as I came, a pulse of sheer pleasure shooting from my pussy to every nerve in my body. I think Robyn came about the same time, as her tongue stopped moving and she stopped breathing for a moment, but I was honestly too caught up in my own orgasm to be sure right then.
The guys kept thrusting into us while we, or at least I, savored the afterglow, enjoying the sensations of Brian’s cock sliding between my folds over and over again, keeping me feeling that orgasmic high that sometimes happens during sex. You girls know what I’m talking about. At least I hope you do. Anyway, I must have done pretty good with my mouth earlier because a minute or so after my own orgasm, I felt a rush of warmth inside as Brian came, his semen hot even through the condom. He continued to thrust into me through his orgasm until he gave one last deep push and held it there for a moment. Then he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, my pussy still hungry to clench something.
Some grunting let me know that Connor reached his orgasm, and Robyn let out a moan as she felt him fill up his own condom. Breaking off our kiss at last, I pulled up a little and looked down at Robyn’s smiling face. Her eyes contained the satisfied lust that I normally saw after her orgasms, but I also saw there the urge for yet more. With a wink, she sat up, helping Connor remove his condom and to my surprise sucking him into her mouth to clean him off. I turned to Brian, who had already removed his cum-filled condom and sat looking at me with a smile on his face, his cock still hard. “What the hell,” I thought to myself, and sucked him into my mouth again. I was surprised to smell and taste a hint of strawberry, mixed in with his cum and the scent of my own juices but I quickly realized that Robyn must have purchased flavored condoms and a bit of that must be lingering. At any rate it added a pleasant fruity taste while cleaning Brian’s cock.
Robyn got up and snagged another condom and I watched as she removed it from the packaging and placed it in her mouth. Letting her lips do the work, she rolled it down Connor’s once-again-hard length, which was rather impressive, now that I got a good look at it. Then without a word, she turned around and got on her hands and knees. Connor positioned himself behind her and with a mighty push thrust into her. He grabbed a bunch of her long hair, using it to pull her back against him again and again. I lost sight of them a moment later as Brian pulled my head up off of his cock and kissed me. I was somewhat surprised to feel his tongue slide between my lips, as my ex had never even kissed me after I had gone down on him, but I wasn’t complaining. I returned the kiss eagerly and moved forward so that I was sitting sideways in his lap. One of his hands moved down and pulled my skirt up to cup my bare ass, helping to hold me steady while his other hand came up to play with my breasts. As for my hands, one was wrapped around his neck while the other gripped his hair, holding his face to mine as we kissed, our tongues moving from one mouth to the other, our breath coming faster and harder.
After a few minutes of this, Brian urged me to my feet and got up himself then we returned to the chair. Seating himself near the edge, he pulled on my hands, encouraging me to straddle him. I did so eagerly, longing to feel him fill me up again. I took his condom covered cock in hand and positioned it at my opening then slowly, savoring every inch, lowered myself onto him. I let out a loud cry of pleasure as Brian began thrusting his hips, bouncing me up and down on his cock. I yanked up my skirt and watched his cock disappear inside me again and again.
Behind me I heard the familiar sounds of Robyn in orgasm, along with some grunting sounds from Connor, but I was far too busy with my own enjoyment to give them much of a thought. My legs were spread wide, my knees bent over the arms of the chair. Brian’s hands were on my hips, helping to move me up and down his shaft, burying himself deep inside me with each stroke, making me pant and gasp heavier than before. Then Robyn was there, reaching around me to caress my breasts. Her mouth clamped on an earlobe, her tongue running back and forth over it. “Turn her around,” she said to Brian, and she began moving my legs to help. Brian complied and together he and Robyn got me facing the other way so that my back was to him and Robyn kneeled on the floor before me. Again my legs were hooked over the arms of the chair, and Robyn was holding my skirt up, watching Brian slide in and out of me.
Brian’s arms took the place of Robyn’s, wrapping around me and caressing my breasts. I could feel his breathing in my ear, rough pants as he continued moving me up and down, thrusting his hips to drive deeper inside. Robyn, on the other hand, bent down and removed one of my stockings. She tied one end around one of my wrists, then wrapped it around the back of the chair and tied the other end to my other wrist. This effectively bound me to the chair, my hands behind me and near Brian’s hips. “What is it with you and tying me to chairs,” I asked her breathlessly, but she only smiled. Satisfied with her handiwork, Robyn then leaned forward and began to pleasure me orally. A moment after her tongue touched my clit, I was in heaven. I had never felt anything so good before. Having Brian’s large cock inside me, moving in and out, while Robyn’s talented tongue worked its magic on my clit took me to heights of ecstasy that I did not know existed! Always before, my orgasms had hit a peak which would level out and wind down a bit and occasionally (if I was lucky) peak again. Now, I was already coming, and this time there was no levelling out. Dear God the feelings were surpassing what I had considered to be my peak, and they were staying there!
Ecstasy is the only word that comes to mind, although it seems far too simple a word to describe the feelings going through my body as Brian and Robyn both did their best to pleasure me. I couldn’t move, and could barely breathe through the sheer feeling of bliss that crashed through me again and again and again. I know I was shouting out obscenities, which is something I never do, things like, “fill me with that hard cock,” “lick my clit,” “fuck my hot pussy,” and I don’t know what else. It was so good I almost couldn’t stand it but at the same time I never wanted it to end.
I have no idea how long it lasted, I only remember feeling better and better until everything turned fuzzy and faded to black. When I finally became aware again, I was lying on the couch. It seemed like such effort to roll my head to the side to see what was making the noises I was hearing, but I managed it. Turns out that while I was out of it, Robyn had straddled Connor once again, who must have been ready for round three. She leaned forward over him, clutching his shoulders as her hips rocked back and forth. Brian, on the other hand, was cock deep in her ass, and the force behind her moving hips. Robyn was making noises that I had never heard from her before and both guys were groaning in pleasure themselves.
It looked like Robyn came first, which was a good thing as if it had been one of the guys, they would have had to pull out and diminished her enjoyment. Robyn has one of the largest sexual appetites I have ever seen, but after this orgasm, I think she would have her fill for a bit, as she went limp and just let the men finish up inside her. Brian was next, shuddering as his orgasm hit, slamming his cock deep inside Robyn’s ass as his cum filled the condom he was wearing. A distant part of me wondered if this was his second orgasm, or if I, in my blissful daze, had managed to make him come. Once Brian pulled out, Connor took the opportunity to roll Robyn over onto her back and continued to pump in and out of her. She surprised me a minute later when her arms and legs wrapped around him and began pulling him inside her, and her pleasured moans and sighs began to fill the room once again.
Brian came over to me after disposing of his condom and rubbed a hand over my head. “How’s Sleeping Beauty?” To answer him, I merely sucked his thumb into my mouth and took his softer, but still full, dick in hand. It still felt moist from his semen, or maybe it was the condom lubricant, but either way as I slowly started to jerk him off, he quickly became hard again. He glanced at the other two, still entangled with each other on the floor. “How about we retire to your bedroom,” he said, quietly. “Nothing against your roommate, but I think I want you to myself now.” I smiled and nodded, speech seemingly out of the question at the moment. Brian swept me up in his arms and began to head down the hallway but I stopped him and motioned him over to the chair. He carried me over and I reached out and snagged a few condoms, then pointed down the hall to my bedroom.
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Dim light filtered through my bedroom curtains, but it was just at the right angle to hit me in the eyes and wake me up. I flung an arm over my eyes, but it was too late, I was awake. Robyn shifted in bed next to me and I rolled over to rest an arm over her chest. Expecting her soft breasts, I got confused as my arm rested on firm muscle instead, and I cracked open my eyes to look at her. A man was in bed with me! I started to panic a little before my memory caught up with me. It was Brian, and we’d spent the night together doing all sorts of pleasurable things. I stretched languidly, luxuriating in the delicious feeling of my aching muscles, reminders of the things I had done to make them that way. I looked at the clock and it was already after noon, but then again I wasn’t sure what time it was when we had finally fallen into exhausted, but oh-so-satisfied sleep.
At my stretch, Brian woke up as well, glancing over at me and smiling. He looked so goofy with his hair all touseled that I couldn’t help but smile back, although I’m pretty sure that I had been smiling all night long, I felt so good. “Good morning,” I said to him, rolling over on my side so I could see him more easily.
“Good morning,” he replied, turning onto his side to face me. He reached up and put a hand to the side of my face, caressing my cheek as he just looked at me. No one but Robyn had really looked at me this way for a long time. Even my ex had stopped doing it before I had broken up with him. “You kept your promise,” he finally said.
“What promise,” I asked.
Looking me in the eye, he said, “You promised me a night I would never forget, and damn did you live up to it.”
I felt myself blush a little bit. “Well, I really don’t do things like this. Ever. I guess that if I was going to do it once I was going to do it right.” I cuddled up next to him, letting him put his arm around me. “I’m glad I did though. I have never had an orgasm as good as the one I had last night.”
“Yeah,” Brian said, “Robyn said you had never passed out before as we were putting you on the couch.” My blush deepened a bit, embarrassed that I had blacked out, but I shivered a bit as I remembered the feelings going through me last night. The combination of Brian’s cock driving into me, so different than the lifeless rubber of the strap-on, mixed with Robyn’s skilled tongue on my clit had taken me to a level of pleasure I had not even known existed. I knew, just knew, that I would never ever feel that way again, and it made me a little sad. But remembering it also made me feel horny. I ran my free hand up and down Brian’s chest, tracing the muscles there with my fingertips and letting my hand wander lower and lower.
I felt his pubic hair just before my hand bumped into something hard. Looking down, I saw that he was making a tent. My lips curved up in a playful smile and I asked, “Is that just morning wood?”
It was his turn to look a little embarrassed, and he stammered, “M-maybe, a little bit.” He quickly recovered his cool though and said, “Is my Allie Cat feeling a little frisky?” Without waiting for my reply, he rolled over so that he was atop me, his hard cock pressing against, but not into my pussy. He had said, “my Allie Cat.” I wondered for a moment if it was a meaningless slip of the tongue or if he really felt that close to me. We had been hitting it off last night at the club, but this was supposed to be a one time thing for me and Robyn. I decided to ignore it for now.
I looked to the nightstand. “Well, there is one condom left. It would be a shame not to use it.” I thrust my hips upward, pushing against the firmness between my legs. To be perfectly honest, I was a little sore down there. I had never given it such a workout before, and I knew that I probably shouldn’t, but I wanted him at least one more time. I could feel the moisture gathering in my folds as my body responded to the lustful thoughts in my brain. We both smiled as he grabbed the condom and sat up. With the blankets off, I could see that he looked a little raw down there himself, but he quickly rolled the condom down his length then lay back down on me.
Our lips met and our tongues touched, playfully darting back and forth from one mouth to another. I wrapped my legs around his, pulling his hardness against me, spreading my wetness over him until he was sliding over my lips easily. After a while of kissing and rubbing he positioned himself and pushed forward, sliding his cock into my hungry pussy. It felt a little sore, but still good, and I let out a soft gasp once he was fully inside me. We began a slow, smooth rocking motion, very different from the hard, fast, desperate-to-reach-orgasm fucking of the night before.
As my arousal increased, the soreness began to disappear, leaving nothing but pleasant feelings pulsing through my body. My feet hooked around his ass, pulling him to me with each thrust of his hips, still slow but forcing him deep inside. Brian held himself up on his elbows and leaned down to suck my nipple between his lips. My hands moved from around his neck to cup his head, running my fingers through his hair, holding his head to my breast. I was starting to moan with each breath now, but I needed more if I was actually going to come. The nipple sucking helped, don’t get me wrong, but I needed clit stimulation.
I pushed at Brian’s shoulder and started trying to roll over. He got the idea quickly and he rolled over, careful to keep his weight off my leg, and a moment later I was straddling him without his cock ever leaving the warm, wet silkiness of my pussy. From this position, I was more in charge, and I continued our slow pace, although I always pushed down hard as I rocked atop him, forcing his hardness to my most inner regions. More importantly, now I could reach down and play with my clit, which I did. Brian’s hands reached up and caressed my breasts, kneading them softly and rolling the nipples between his fingers, content with letting me control the pace of our lovemaking.
With my free hand I reached down and caressed his cheek, feeling the slight stubble there that had grown overnight. He turned and sucked my thumb between his lips, similar to the way I had done last night before we had gone to my room. I was somewhat surprised to find that it turned me on even more. I removed my thumb from his mouth and offered the fingers of my other hand. I could see my juices glistening on my fingertips in the muted sunlight, certain he would too. Without hesitation, he sucked my fingers into his mouth and I felt his tongue rolling around the tip of each. He moaned softly, as if savoring the taste, and I became yet more aroused. I pulled my fingers free with a slight sucking sound and returned them to my clit, letting the wetness of his saliva act as a lubricant and began rubbing myself in earnest.
Brian began to thrust up against me as I did, starting to quicken our pace, and as he raised his hips, forcing himself deeper than he had yet reached that morning, my spine stiffened. Each time he pushed into me that hard, I was frozen in place, it felt so good. It reminded me of the feelings I experienced last night, but only in small, instantaneous bursts instead of the prolonged blissful ecstasy I knew I would forever crave. Still, I wasn’t going to complain, as I felt my orgasm build like a tidal wave getting ready to crash down. My free hand moved to cup my breast, tweaking my nipple lightly in a way I enjoyed as my other hand continued to stimulate my clit. My cries and moans were pretty loud, and I knew that Robyn would be hearing them if she was there and awake. A small part of me wondered if she would feel jealous or anything that someone else was pleasuring me sexually, but most of me just did not care at the moment. I just wanted to come. And after another minute of Brian’s thrusts and my fingers, I did just that. The wave of pleasure flowed through me as my orgasm hit, making my whole body tingle and causing me to let out one last, loud cry.
Small aftershocks continued to roll through me, bringing small moans from my lips, as Brian rolled the both of us over so that he could more easily continue to thrust into me. I did my best to clench his cock as it moved in and out of my pussy, still moaning in pleasure, pulling his face down to mine so I could kiss him, everything I could think of to make the experience good for him and to get him off quickly. Though the sex still felt mostly good, the soreness was returning and I wanted him to finish. Yet, after five to ten minutes had passed, he still hadn’t come and (thankfully) he stopped. “It’s no good,” he panted, “I think I just must be empty after last night.” He slid out of me and rolled to the side, both of us doing our best to catch our breaths.
Looking down at him, I could see he was still hard and I did not want to leave him frustrated. Sitting up, I positioned myself between his legs and peeled the condom off his shaft. I could see some pre-cum oozing from the tip and more pooled up and it began to stream down his length as I gripped him in my hand and began to stroke him slowly. “I don’t think you’re empty,” I told him. “You just need a more delicate touch right now. Besides, I think we didn’t get to finish something last night.” Saying this, I leaned down and licked up the trail of pre-cum starting from where it was gathering on my hand to the tip of his cock. I was confused for a moment when I tasted strawberry mixed with the saltiness of pre-cum, but I remembered the flavored condoms, and I was just getting the remnants of that.
Brian’s breath caught in his throat for a second as my tongue ran up his length, but as I continued to blow him, he soon began to moan himself. I kept stroking him slowly with my hand, using it to control how deep into my mouth he could thrust. Now and then his eyes would close but for the most part, just like last night when I was doing this, he looked into mine. As arousing as this was, I could not help moving my free hand between my legs, lightly touching my still sensitive clit. I kept my motions slow, sliding my mouth down as far as I could manage and then back up until just the very tip was held between my lips, letting my tongue swirl around the head and flicking the underside of his cock.
My moans joined his as I continued my oral ministrations on him and manual ones on myself. His hands reached out, smoothing my hair back when it tried to fall forward over my eyes, allowing him to watch his cock slide between my lips. After a few minutes, he moaned, “God, I’m about to come!” While I appreciated the warning, I had no intent of stopping. I just sucked him off even harder. His hands tightened on my head as he got closer. My clit had lost the hyper sensitivity it had after my previous orgasm, so I was rubbing it wildly as I blew Brian, trying to come with him. The first spurt of his semen into my mouth somehow managed to set me off and I moaned loudly (well as loudly as I could with his cock in my mouth) as my own orgasm hit. I sucked and swallowed rapidly, not wanting to choke on Brian’s cum, but luckily he was pretty empty, so there wasn’t very much to deal with. When he was finished and my own orgasm was spent, I pulled my lips up and off his cock, causing him to shiver a little, and then crawled up to collapse next to him.
A small squeal from the doorway caused us both to look and we saw Robyn, standing there naked with her hand moving between her folds, lost in the throes of her own orgasm. From there she would have had a perfect view of both my mouth on Brian’s cock and my hand between my own folds. Still rather breathless from our own pleasures, we didn’t say anything. When she was finished, which we could tell from the way her body just relaxed, she looked at us staring at her. She was quite the mess. Her hair was more tangled than I had ever seen it before, she had a few hickies on her neck and breasts, and what I assumed was dried cum on various parts of her body, including her face. Despite all this, she seemed pleased with herself. “Sorry,” she said. “I just wanted a visual to go with the audio.” Bringing her fingers to her mouth and tasting her juices, her eyes sparkling, she turned and went towards the bathroom.
I began to apologize for her, but Brian was quivering with laughter. “Your roommate is something else,” he said, a huge smile on his face. Happy that he wasn’t upset, I smiled back. A moment later we were kissing, Brian again seeming comfortable slipping his tongue into my mouth. And even though I did feel aroused from it, there was no way my body was going to cooperate in any more sexual activity. I felt tired, sore, dehydrated, sweaty, filthy, and WONDERFUL. I had never been so exhausted from sex before in my life, but I wouldn’t have traded the way I felt right then for anything.
However, I also felt a little weird all of a sudden. I had never really been in this situation before, not ever having a one-night stand before. I mean, there’s this attractive guy in my bed, naked, me too for that matter, and we are not going to do anything else intimate. So…what do we do? Brian helped me answer that by saying, “Um, we should probably get dressed, huh?”
“Yeah,” I replied, “I guess we should.” I had the enjoyment of watching him walk out into the living area to retrieve his clothes. He had a really nice ass. I simply grabbed a long night shirt I sometimes wore to bed and pulled it on. It hung down to just above my knees, longer than the skirt I wore last night, I mused. When I went out to the living room, Brian was by the front door, fastening his pants and looking around for his shirt. I pointed over behind the chair, where it had been tossed last night and he moved over to pick it up.
Once he had pulled it on, he glanced over at me with a weird look on his face. “So, uh…I guess I should go?”
Wham, bam, thank-you-ma’am. So that’s how it was going to be. I mean, I knew that was the way it should be for a one-night stand, but it felt really odd to actually be living it. And there had been little hints that there might have been something more. But apparently not, so I said, “Yeah, I guess.”
“I had a really wonderful time,” he said, walking over to me and taking my hands in his. “Can I call you sometime?”
I hesitated. Part of me really wanted for him to call me, visit me, fuck me senseless again. Another part, probably a wiser part, didn’t want him to just use me for sex. I wasn’t the fuck-buddy type. “What for,” I asked when I realized the silence was stretching.
Brian half smiled, a breath of laughter puffing out his nose. “Well, how about to arrange breakfast, or lunch, or dinner? Whatever meal it is that should be eaten in about an hour or so, after we have some time to clean up?”
“Like a date?” My thoughts, which had been so jaded a moment ago did a complete 180. A date would be…well…fun. I hadn’t been on a real date in years. Even Robyn and I hadn’t really done anything that could be considered a date other than the occasional movie night. And even then we went Dutch. At his nod, I said, “Okay.” And that was that. He programmed my number into his cell, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
“So, had a good time, did we,” and I turned to see Robyn, still naked, standing in the hallway with a wistful smile on her face. She had washed her face clean of the dried cum and tried to do something with her hair, but otherwise she still looked a bit ragged. Part of me dreaded to see what my own hair looked like but mostly I was concerned with what I was feeling. My stomach had just dropped, like I was on a roller coaster. By making a date, did I just cheat on Robyn? She was smiling, but was she hurt? Upset? Angry? Were things over between us since I had found a guy I was attracted to?
“Where’s Connor,” I asked to fill the gap in conversation.
“Oh, he left early this morning, before I went to sleep. Makes things less awkward in the morning, I guess.” She gestured at herself and said, “If I hadn’t been so damn tired I would have cleaned up before going to bed. But, oh well. I really need a shower.” She came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her and kissing me. “You do too, if you’re going on a date.” She kissed me again. “And you might want to brush your teeth too. I can taste cum when I kiss you.”
A feeling of relief washed through me at her words, but even more from her kisses. Somehow, we were okay. I gave her a swat on the ass and said, “Your breath isn’t exactly minty fresh either.” So I stripped off my shirt and we showered together, scrubbing away each others’ aches from the night before. I kissed Robyn’s hickies better and helped clean off the remaining cum from her body. She even had some in her hair, which was a real pain to clean up. When we were done I checked my phone and I had a voicemail from Brian, giving me his suggested details for the evening. I called him back real quick and gave him my approval. Robyn helped me pick out something to wear, VERY different from what we had worn the previous night. Then, with a kiss on the lips and a swat on the ass, she pushed me out the front door. “Have fun,” she said, and closed it.
I met Brian outside the chosen restaurant. He was once again clean shaven and his hair nicely brushed. He was wearing a similar outfit to the one last night, but it hadn’t been scandalous, like mine had been. He complimented me on my appearance, was a perfect gentleman all through our meal, paid for it, and walked me home. At dinner we actually started getting to know each other, and we both liked the person sitting across from us. We talked and we laughed and had a wonderful time.
When we got to my apartment, I asked if he wanted to come in, but he declined saying he needed to get home. Instead he gave me a kiss, again on the cheek, accepted the same, said, “Good night,” and left.
When I went in, there was a light on for me, since it had grown dark, but the living room was empty. Robyn’s door was closed, so I went to my room. My bedside light was on for me, and I was surprised to find Robyn asleep in my bed. I could tell by looking at it that my bedding had been washed, though the air still smelled faintly of sex. For that matter, the whole apartment did, but I was touched by her care, especially considering how much she disliked doing laundry. Stripping off my clothes, I slid into bed beside her and cuddled next to her naked body. She stirred slightly, but I stroked her hair and made soft, comforting sounds until she nodded off again. I gently kissed her cheek and whispered, “Good night,” then flicked off the lights. I was asleep in moments.
So, this explains how I got a boyfriend while I already had a girlfriend. Remarkably, things worked out really well. I feel like Robyn and Brian must have had a talk, but I never knew for sure and neither of them mentioned anything. I loved them both, and they both loved me. Neither of them resented me for it, or the other. A couple times a week, I would see Brian, although we acted as if that first dinner was our starting point in the relationship, ignoring the fact we had already had sex. After a few weeks of dating, however, we slept together again, this time at his apartment. It wasn’t quite as good as the first time. Considering Robyn wasn’t there to add her sexual prowess to the mix, how could it have been? But it was still wonderful. The rest of the time, I was with Robyn, and we still shared our wonderful chemistry that always resulted in satisfaction for us both.
Every once in a while, we’d do a threesome and I would get to relive the experience of Brian thrusting inside me while Robyn worked my clit with her tongue. It never quite put me in that heavenly, blissful, ecstatic state that it did the first time, but it still gave me earth-shaking orgasms every time. Yet they never had sex when we did this, out of respect for me. Although I couldn’t deny Robyn the chance to enjoy some anal from a real cock while I fucked her pussy with the strap-on. We experimented with lots of positions for our threesomes, like Robyn and I both going down on Brian, or me eating out Robyn while Brian took me from behind. One of my favorites, other than that first thing obviously, was when Brian would lay down and I would ride his cock while Robyn straddled his face. We got to kiss while all three of us got off.
The future is still a bit of a puzzle to me, but for now, I am quite content with my life and my two loves.