I let myself in with the key Gail had given me, and made my way upstairs to their apartment. I knew they wouldn’t be home yet, which made it stranger somehow. No matter how many times you’ve been in someone else’s flat, it’s never the same when you’re there on your own. I kicked off my wet shoes in the entrance hall, hastily burying them in the pile of boots and sneakers that had collected beneath the coat rack.
What to do with the raincoat? No idea. Couldn’t leave it there. I balled it up and made a mental note to find a plastic bag in the kitchen. I’d stuff it into my backpack and hope for the best.
The candles and wine were right where Gail told me they’d be. The matches, however, weren’t. I felt stupid for not bringing my own. Awkwardly rummaging through their utility drawer, I was once again disappointed in myself for never having taken up smoking. I don’t like the smell and can’t stand the taste, but I’m eternally jealous of people who can always put their hands on a lighter.
What to do, what to do? Panicking about unlit candles seemed preferable to worrying about the next stage of preparations. Ah ha! It was a gas stove. Popped that baby on, got the first candle lit and did the rest from there. Gail could get the wax out from under the burner herself; teach the silly cow not to leave me matches when she asks me to light the candles. Thirty-five candles in all, that part I still remember. The stubby little guys mostly, with two long table candles and a handful of tea lights. Most of them got scattered around Gail and Rich’s bedroom, the tea lights lit a path from their front door to their bed. I decanted the wine, placed the glasses on the dresser, and took a deep breath. Not a lot I could do to put off the next part. Time to get dressed. For reasons I still can’t explain, I headed for the bathroom to change instead of staying in the bedroom, wondering aloud how I’d gotten myself into this.
How did I get myself into this? I guess it depends on where you start counting. It could’ve been the day Gail and I met at a dance in the student union. It could’ve been the day we were much too drunk and trading “things I want to do before I’m 30” lists. But most likely it was the day we were wandering around London looking for something Gail could give Rich for his 35th birthday. Bored of old music shops, I finally just asked, “what the hell does the guy want?”
Rich was Gail’s boyfriend, and, as a gainfully employed soon-to-be-35 year old, we thought he must already have all the material possessions he could ever want. Certainly better things than Gail’s student budget could stretch to. “Usually, sex.” was her reply.
“Well, I can’t really help you with that, can I,” I shot back, replacing an old saxophone on a stand.
Which was when she snorted out a laugh and said, “oh, I don’t know…if you did help with it, I’m sure he’d count it as his best birthday ever.” We didn’t think much more about it that day, but we certainly didn’t find anything else to fit the bill.
The next step must have been not quite a week after that. We were in Gail’s apartment drinking what had to be our fourth bottle of wine when the subject came up again. Rich was out at a friend’s gig, we had the place to ourselves. We’d spread out across the living room floor. Movies, wine, munchies, and the remote control all somewhere lost in the detritus. We were at that stage of the night where furniture seems too complicated and lying on the rug is by far the most attractive option.
“I want to update my list,” she said out of nowhere. Very Gail-like.
“What list?” I’d asked.
“My ‘before I’m 30’ list,” she said, rolling over on her side to reach the current bottle for a refill.
“Go on then, what have you accomplished this week that I don’t know about.”
“No no no, I don’t want to tick something off of it. I want to add something.”
“Really? I don’t know, Gail…it’s a pretty sizable list, you’re already going to be pretty stretched to do it all in the next 9 and a half years,” I teased.
“Maybe. It’s your fault anyway. Before I turn 30,” she raised her glass as if making a toast, terribly serious, “I want to have a threesome.”
“Oh for fucks sake, Gail…that’s already on your list…I thought this was going to be something interesting.”
“You didn’t let me finish! Being in bed with two guys is on my list. I still want that, but now, I’d also like to try it with another girl.”
And how, precisely was this my fault? I wondered silently. Sure, Gail had seen me dancing with girls in clubs, flirting, and a couple of lucky nights going home with one. She’d even been brave enough to flirt along with me once or twice. At least, I’d thought she was just being brave. “What brought this on?” I asked warily.
“Oh, lots of things” she said, sitting up and leaning against the front of the sofa. She crossed her legs and I noticed, not for the first time, that they were long, lovely, and toned. “I just want to try it, see what it’s like. And, you seem to like them.”
I rolled over on my stomach, and looked at her. “I like guys, too. Also tequila over ice cream. But I haven’t seen you leaping to try that taste treat. I still don’t get the sudden interest.”
Gail got quiet for a moment, “just that since I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve been having fantasies, imagining…well, the girls you’re with. What you’d do, what it’d be like. What it’d be like if I was with them. And it’s, well, I want to know.” Gail was a little flushed by now, I’d embarrassed her and I shouldn’t have. God knows I’m the last person who should make someone else feel awkward for wanting to try something new. Feeling bad, I moved to refill her glass, peace offering. “And,” she continued, drinking deep and getting her stride back, “since I don’t want to cheat on Rich, it’ll have to be cheating with him.”
“All right,” I accepted her return to playfulness, “it’s official. Before you’re 30, you’ll have at least two threesomes of various sexual makeups. The record has been duly updated.” I rolled back onto my back, awaiting Gail’s next random subject of conversation.
“Another reason it’s been on my mind,” she started, apparently a subject change was not in the cards, “was that afternoon last week.”
“The one when we went shopping.” She looked at me; I just looked puzzled. “For a present? For Rich?” That afternoon? What about that afternoon would she be…hang on…then I remembered ‘the conversation’. If I helped he’d be thrilled. This couldn’t be leading where I thought it was leading. I had made a pass at Gail that first night we’d met, and she turned me down sweetly but flatly. So this couldn’t be going in that direction. Period. There was, therefore, no reason that my heart shouldn’t start beating again. My recognition must’ve shown on my face because she stopped talking. When I didn’t say anything, she shyly offered, “I still haven’t found Rich a present.”
I don’t remember what I said next. I wish I did. I really wish I did. It must have been some sort of noncommittal affirmative: an “if we did this, how would you want to go about it,” answer.
She said that she’d want to surprise him. I think she honestly believed I should jump out of a cake. No chance. We decided the best thing would be either for me to flash him at the front door, a plan that involved me making my way through the London underground in a trench coat, or for me to already be in the house in a state of semi-dress when they got home from ‘elsewhere.’ Gail wanted desperately to spring it on him, and didn’t want to have to explain what she was asking for. She was just going to tell Rich that his birthday present was waiting for him in the bedroom. A half naked girl on their bed was supposed to be explanation enough.
So here I was. Candles lit, clothes off, pulling on white stockings and clipping them to a lacy garter belt. Why white? Gail’s choice. She’d bought the outfit, and said she’d be wearing a matching one in red. Wince-worthy to me today, but at the time it seemed cute. I was already wearing the matching “why bother, these aren’t hiding anything” panties, with a matching demi-bra. Looking at myself in the mirror, I decided the bra was merely decorative. Nothing this tiny could offer the least bit of support. But bless young bodies, I didn’t really need much then. Still I felt silly. I kept tugging the cups up, the lace barely came up over my nipples, and I was pretty sure a deep breath would pop me out altogether. Gail had underestimated my size, but it was too late to do anything about it now.
Looking in the mirror, I cursed my short legs. Stockings made them look shorter, and I certainly wouldn’t have chosen white ones with sparkly bits up the legs! But Gail thought it’d contrast well with the black coverlet on the bed. Ah well. Maybe white wasn’t such a silly idea after all, I liked the way it looked against my tan.
I let my hair down, fluffed it, fussed with it, and gave up on it. It always did its own thing. I vamped up my makeup, and then reached into my bag for the bit of costume even Gail didn’t know about: a yard and a half of two-inch wide velvet ribbon. Nothing says “birthday present” like a great big bow. It was tougher to tie around my own neck than I’d expected, but I had time. Eventually I was all decked out and ready for my debut. Which is when the butterflies really hit.
What the hell am I doing here? I silently demanded of my reflection. Which is when the little voice in the back of my head gave me the perfect advice. The answer simply came back: anything they want.
See, what was worrying me was that Rich hadn’t been consulted on this one. He and Gail had talked, in jest, about bringing playmates to bed, but not seriously, as far as I could tell. I didn’t want to be sent home, if for no other reason than that I would never be able to look Rich in the eye again. But I didn’t want him to be pressured into doing something he didn’t want to do. OK, there was a big dose of “what if he doesn’t want me” insecurity in there, but that wasn’t all of it. I didn’t want to be part of something that wound up messing up their relationship. I knew Gail depended on Rich to be the level headed one in the relationship, to keep her crazy schemes from going too far. But we were doing everything in our power to unlevel his level head tonight, and if this turned out to be a mistake, who was going to stop it? But that message from the back of my head had given me my answer. Tonight, if I could manage it, was going to be about them. I was going to have one hell of a good time, and I was going to have a story I could tell forever. But I wanted this experience to bring them closer together.
Which is when the car horn blew, my signal that they were home and I was to get into position. No time for second thoughts. Oh please please don’t let him think I’m a tramp! God, don’t let her back out now. I curled up on the end of their bed, facing the door, my legs crossed under me and what I hoped down to my stockinged toes was a seductively playful smile on my face.
I heard the car door thump shut. I heard muffled voices on the stairs. I heard the front door open and close. I think I was holding my breath. I heard Rich’s deep voice ask: “were we expecting candles?” I heard Gail’s speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. Then Rich said something that included the words “sweet,” “love” and “plotting.” Finally, the bedroom door opened.
At the look on his face, I stopped smiling and started laughing. I’d never seen such a picture of utter shock before Whatever he’d thought Gail’s plot was, this hadn’t been it. I started breathing again as his gaze moved slowly from my face, to the bow around my neck, to my breasts, my belly button, my knees, and off to my toes. His eyes snapped back to my face as I said “Happy Birthday, Rich.” What else does one say? He spun on his heel to confront Gail, at which point I was pretty sure I was going home. But the look of surprise was going to have made my evening more than worthwhile, so I didn’t mind any more. Who am I kidding, I minded like hell! I wanted everything this night had promised and then some, but I wasn’t going to push.
When Rich turned to face Gail, he found she’d upped the stakes. She had her shirt off and was standing in the hallway, bold and brazen, in a red lace push-up bra, leather pants, and high heels. I dare any man to disagree with his woman when she’s looking like that. I decided that I really should be elsewhere for the next part of the conversation. I stood up, collected two glasses of wine, handed one to Rich on my way through the bedroom door and told Gail: “I’ll be in the front room.” I thought he could stand another little teaser, though, so I caught his eye as I kissed Gail on the cheek and gave her ass a little squeeze. What I hadn’t expected was for Gail to turn her head and catch my mouth in a sweet and sensual kiss. My knees definitely wobbled as I moved to the living room to await my fate.
It wasn’t long before I heard my name called, and I started to wonder if I might be staying after all. I had a big smile on my face as I slowly walked back towards the bedroom. Rich’s eyes followed me as I moved down the hallway, brushed past him at the bedroom door, and sat down on the bed resuming my earlier “birthday present” pose.
“Do you want this?” Rich started to ask, “I mean, Gail tells me that this isn’t just something she wants to do for me, that she’s, that she wants you in our bed.” Gail blushed prettily, and I started to wonder just how long this fantasy of hers had been going on. “I need to know what you want…” Rich continued. He’s a lovely man, but a bit pedantic at times. “I mean, do you want…do you want me…” my gaze switched from Gail’s blush to what I was charmed to see was his.
Gail thinks Rich looks like Harrison Ford. He doesn’t, but I understand where she gets that. He has that rugged look that an entire generation of women were trained by Hollywood to find sexy as hell, me included. His face looks terribly serious until he smiles, his chest makes any female with sense want to be held. Besides, I’d had impure thoughts ever time this man answered the phone; his voice was thrilling. “Yes,” I said…and it came out much more breathily than I had intended.
My friend. Short dark hair, pixie face, incredible long legs and, I now knew, the loveliest little round tits in creation. “Of course I do,” less breathy, but very sure. She glanced up, caught my eye and smiled.
“Are you sure.”
Damnit, he was going to be at this all night. I stood up off the bed, walked over to where they stood in the doorway, sank to my knees in front of Rich, lay one hand on the buckle of his belt and said “please.” In my book “oh god” usually means yes, so I started undoing his belt. They just watched me until I had unthreaded it from the loops and tossed it in the corner. Then Gail came down onto her knees next to me, stroking my bare back with one hand while she set about getting rid of that ridiculous bow with the other. Rich just stood there watching us, and for the first time that night, smiled. Happy smile. Oh boy, I thought as that one look sent chills through me, this is going to be good.
I caressed the bulge in Rich’s jeans with one hand as I undid the button and lowered the zipper with the other. Gail had finished with my bow, and was kissing my neck and throat, her hands running across my stomach, sides and back. She was driving me wild. I suddenly remembered this was the first time she’d ever touched another woman. She was discovering the way our skin feels, a realization that intensified the thrills she was drawing out of me. I could’ve drowned in them, but that would’ve defeated my purpose: bringing them closer to each other through me, through my body, through this night. So I looked up at Rich’s face and told him what she was doing to me as I lowered his jeans and helped him step out them. I reminded him that this was a first for her. I told him that my first night with a woman, I’d had the same fascination; I couldn’t get over how soft, smooth, heavenly scented a woman’s skin can be. I made sure he knew she was driving me crazy; but I let him realize for himself that even though Gail had me in heaven with just a hand on my midriff and another snaking under my bra strap, I was still very interested in getting his clothes off. No one was getting left out of this for a moment if I could help it.
When his boxers went the way of his jeans, his gorgeous cock sprang free right in front of my face. It took an act of will not to suckle at it immediately. Instead I feasted my eyes on something I’d never even hoped to see before Gail’s brave request, smoothing my right hand over his ass and down the back of his leg, using my left to lift Gail’s hungry mouth from my neck and turning to draw a kiss from her. I still remember how soft her lips were, how wonderfully she tasted, how the kiss seemed patient and promising and passionate all at once. I was on fire, and that girl wasn’t even in a hurry yet? I’d fix that soon, but not right away. It was Rich’s birthday after all.
I broke the kiss and turned Gail’s head to the twitching cock in front of us. “Show me?” was all I asked, but she understood and smiled. She put out her tongue and brushed it beneath the tip, the lightest of touches, as much breath as contact. Then she moved back so I could mimic the motion. Gail’s second lick started in the same place, but this time went up and over the top, ending with her lips sealing themselves around the head. She shot me a look that was half triumph and half challenge before relinquishing her position for my turn. I decided not to mimic this time. Instead I leaned in close, balancing myself with a hand on Gail’s thigh that made her jump and smile a little bit more. I ran my tongue in a slow circle around the rim of his helmet before pulling it into my mouth, giving him a quick suck, and releasing him to Gail’s ministrations. As far as I could tell, she was inching him into her mouth this time, sliding him over lips, and, given the sounds he was making, doing something very interesting with her tongue. I started working my hand up and down along her leather-clad thigh and dropping open-mouthed kisses across her shoulder. Her quiet moan with his cock half in her mouth made him gasp, and the way he instantly gripped both of our heads, twining fingers into our hair, made me giggle. Gotta love chain reactions.
When Gail freed Rich for my turn, I decided to give him a little taste of relief. I slid my mouth all the way down his shaft and pressing the head of his cock against the back of my throat, which was precisely the moment Gail moved from stroking my leg to brushing her fingers across my barely concealed pussy. I’d have gasped if I didn’t have my mouth full, which Rich obviously felt. Suddenly I had both his hands against the back of my head, and this man whom I’d always known as the reserved voice of reason was pumping his cock hard against my already filled mouth moaning “oh god, yes, fuck, yes.” While I was more than happy to swallow what he was so obviously ready to give me, I didn’t want to do it just yet. I pulled my head back, which he allowed after the first tug, and interrupted what I expected to be an apology for his ungentlemanly conduct with “soon, Babe…but not yet.” Gail had returned her hand to caressing my thigh when Rich had grabbed me, and I wanted her more involved than that.
Rich obviously needed a chance to calm down a little, and I thought he might not mind being left to watch me undress his girl. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed as I stood Gail up, facing him, and sank back down to my knees between them. Her leather pants were held together with a slide hook on each hip and a zipper down one side. Figuring out where all the fasteners were was half the fun. The other half was, of course, feasting my hands on those luscious legs as I got her trousers down. Watching her red lace panties appear was no bad thing either, and from as close as I was I could see hints of the black curls hiding behind the lace. She smelled incredible, musty and spicy and sweet all at once. I brought my face very close to her crotch, partly to inhale deeply and partly to see how she’d react. More fingers winding through my hair. I loved it, pledged then and there to never have sex with my hair up and out of the way again. She liked it, thank god, she liked having me there. I blew a hot breath across her mound, felt the fingers tighten, turned my head and drew a little lick across the inner curve of her thigh, followed by a kiss of promise full on her front. But we’d left Rich on his own for long enough.
I brought Gail back down to the ground with me, and whispered “Just lick” in her ear before we both went to town on his cock. She’d lick up one side while I went down the other, occasionally we’d meet in the middle, and one of us would stroke with a free hand while we stole time for a kiss. Those periodic kisses got more passionate as his moans got more frequent and more demanding. Finally he said that our display was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, that we were driving him crazy, that he really needed to get off. Which stymied me. I wanted to go back to sucking that cock; I’d nearly gotten to feel it explode down my throat, and I felt at the time it had been a promise that I’d get to come back later. But I didn’t want Gail left out, and I didn’t know how to pull her in. She was guiding my head to his prick, and I was about to just give up and go for it, when I got a better idea.
I sat back, grinned at Gail, and asked if she trusted me. She nodded, sceptical, but it was enough. I pulled her in front of Rich’s twitching dick, and had her sit very nearly in my lap. I whispered in her ear to pinch me if she needed me to stop, and told her to take her time getting him off. Then I started touching. I smoothed my hands down her ribcage and along her sides, across her belly and up to cup those lovely breasts. She gasped and jerked a bit as my palms came over them. I held still and quiet, not taking my hands away…but not pushing my luck. Finally she moaned happily, pressed forward against me, and went back to sucking Rich off. I caught Rich’s eye and winked, then started rolling her nipples between my fingers; first left, then right, pressing my tits against her back as I did. Her tight little ass started moving against my crotch, and I leaned my forehead against her shoulder lost in pleasure.
God they were perfect tits, they fit exactly in my hands, soft mounds with hard tips. I pulled one bra cup down so I could get a better feel. Rich couldn’t make up his mind whether to close his eyes and enjoy Gail’s blowjob, or keep them open and watch me feeling her up. Switching back and forth, I like to think, helped him last longer than he would have if he’d been able to commit. I kept one hand playing with her exposed breast and trailed the other ever so slowly down across her body, over her belly button, to rest on her mound, my fingers hanging gently between her crossed legs. Mostly I just let the weight of my hand remind her that it was there pressing against her, but periodically I’d brush my fingers gently across the crotch of her panties. Just once, I dipped a finger under the lace to run along the outer edge of her labia. She was hot, and wet, and soft, and I leaned forward to whisper in her ear: “Finish him, darling, he needs it and I want you.”
She told me later that if I’d strummed her clit just once right then she would have come. What I didn’t tell her was that I think if someone had done the same to me I might have as well. I leaned forward against Gail’s back and brought my hand up from her crotch to play with Rich’s balls. I don’t know if it was that, or Gail’s tight little fist pumping him into her mouth, or if it was my telling him in no uncertain terms how hot it was to see her going down on him that did it. Whatever the final straw, he leaned back and started pumping his hips up to her mouth, and let it go with a hoarse cry. And she, lovely girl, sucked up as much as she could. I was jealous on one hand, but proud on another. Happy Birthday indeed, I’d helped do that. And there would be more for me later, with luck.
Rich collapsed back onto the bed, and I turned Gail in my lap for a kiss. She pulled back at first, mumbling something about being a mess; but at my “please, I want it,” she smiled and kissed me soundly. I could taste Rich’s cum on her lips and in her mouth, my tongue went searching for it and she eagerly allowed the invasion. Before I knew it she scooted forward to press her body to mine, wrapping her legs around my hips and kissing back fiercely. I could feel her breasts pushing against mine, soft and very erotic, and moaned into her mouth. She felt good, she tasted good, her mouth was salty and her skin was sweet with almost a hint of vanilla. I meant to caress her breast, but she beat me to it. I don’t know what I’d expected. Shyness, reticence, more exploring caresses…the girl attacked me! She pulled her chest away from mine and filled both her hands with my tits. Kneading, grasping, pushing, rubbing. My head spun, and I just hung on to her, let her take what she wanted. I heard her say, “Oh, they’re wonderful,” which made me laugh. She sounded so surprised, hadn’t she ever played with her own? And then Rich said “there’s plenty of room up here if you girls would be more comfortable on the bed.” To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure we could be; but it was a fair request. If he was aware enough to make the offer, then he was aware enough to feel left out. I gave Gail one last kiss, and told her we’d better get up there.
Gail and I disentangled ourselves, maybe not as quickly as we could have, and crawled up on the bed. I couldn’t help giggling. Rich was leaning up on his elbows, naked from the waist down, with his shirt bunched up around his ribs. The poor thing looked absolutely ridiculous, as well as thoroughly pleased with himself. I tugged on the bottom of his shirt to help him out of it, but Rich wasn’t cooperating. He was much more interested in getting his hands on my ass. It shouldn’t have been an insurmountable problem; I think he liked watching me struggle. I sure liked struggling against him. Glancing up, I saw Gail kneeling behind him, starting to massage his shoulders, whispering something in his ear. She started nibbling on his earlobe, and I gave up on the shirt, settling for rubbing his chest with my hands under the fabric.
“What are you two whispering about?” I asked, settling myself in Rich’s lap.
“A couple of things,” Gail answered, crawling around to where Rich had his legs up on the bed. Rich turned me in his lap so he could hold me against his chest with one arm, and felt up my hip and legs with the other. My ass nestled into his lap, his cock starting stiffening against it, making me smile. Gail straddled his knees, so I was laid out neatly between them as if Rich was about to dip me on the dance floor.
“First, I told him that I thought the wrong person was having their top removed,” Gail continued, reaching beneath Rich’s arm to unhook my bra.
At the same time Rich started unsnapping the garter belt from my stockings. “These things are cute,” he muttered deeply, “but these flashy bits are cutting the hell out of my thigh.”
Getting stripped from above and below at the same time about blew my mind. I squirmed happily, Rich got harder under me, pressing more firmly against my ass. Gail got my breasts free and tossed the bra off the bed, and Rich rolled my stockings down to my knees. Somewhere in the middle of all that I remembered I had hands.
One arm was pinned against Rich, but the other was in a perfect place to stroke Gail’s silky skin whenever some part of her came within reach, and the generous girl made sure it happened often. Actually, I don’t know if she meant to or not; honestly, it may not have been planned as she was very busy with my now naked tits. Almost as if to make up for her previous abrupt attack, she approached them more slowly and teasingly, petting them, stroking ever smaller circles around them until her fingers found my hard nipples, and then giving them the same rolling treatment I’d delivered to hers earlier.
My free hand was happily wandering across Gail’s side, her ass, her wonderful thigh; my head fell back and I was coasting on her handing of my chest when Rich’s free hand finished rolling down my stockings and tucked itself suddenly under the front of my panties, stroking my pussy, making me buck and gasp. Gail laughed, and cupped her hands under my tits, “I love the way the bounce when you move,” she explained. Rich, helpful as always, gave my clit a quick flick to make me jump again, allowing Gail to enjoy her new discovery.
I groaned and slid my hand over her ass, pulling her towards me. I heard Rich’s voice, even sexier when it had that throaty growl, say, “she wants you to kiss them, Sweetie.” It hadn’t been my specific intent, but as he said it it most definitely became what I wanted. Very very much. I arched my back, wordlessly offering my nipples to further attention, and incidentally pressing my ass down onto Rich’s now rock solid cock. Rich’s wonderful hand left my wet slit, but made up for my disappointment by using those same fingers to tease the nipple closest to him, “Right here,” he growled, “just like this,” flicking it like a slow metronome.
Gail grinned, and ducked her head down to the breast closest to her, holding it in her hands as she applied her tongue to my nipple. She licked around it, across it, suckling at it. “Good God, you look good doing that Gail” I heard from above me. My hand encountering Rich’s as he patted Gail’s ass. “You too,” he continued, leaning down to kiss me. Oh my, I thought, as he took possession of my mouth, it was the first time in all that had gone on this evening that I’d kissed him. The taboo against kissing my friend’s boyfriend must’ve been stronger in my mind than the taboo against giving them head, because that kiss thrilled me all over again. And then I stopped thinking altogether, as Rich’s fingers slipped back into my slit.
Gail had progressed to moaning happily onto my rigid nipple while grabbing the free breast as Rich pressed his fingers into me. Oh God Yes I thought, ready to cum, wriggling my hips in an attempt to get any part of his hand pressed against that magic spot. And then the bastard pulled his hand away again, swallowing my whimpers before he released my mouth. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, ready to beg when I heard Rich talking again. “Gail, honey, don’t neglect this one.” Mmm, oh goody. That untended nipple had been aching for attention. Rich’s wet fingers stroked it, slicking it with my juices. When I finally realized what he was doing I shivered. Gail was about to get another first, and she knew it. Her first lick was slow and cautious, but only the first one. After that she suckled eagerly and Rich went back to petting my pussy. I heard a muffled word that could have been “yummy,” but I never got a chance to ask. More important things offered themselves.
Leaning across my body, Gail had given me something I’d desperately wanted. If I stretched my fingers out and pulled the lace crotch of Gail’s panties aside, I could give her a taste of what Rich was doing so well to me. Rich eased up on his demanding strokes, letting me focus on what I wanted to do to Gail. At the first touch, Gail’s head dropped to rest against my breastbone, as if the strength had suddenly gone out of her arms. She wanted attention as much as I did, I realized, the lovely, generous girl. She inched forward, and spread her legs to grant me easier access. This was ironically the first moment I realized that my own were spread shamelessly wide. I hadn’t even noticed. I couldn’t get those red panties off her, but I could get under them and started strumming her clit.
She was wonderfully wet, and I was surprised when she suddenly clamped her legs shut on my hand and pulled back a little. “Not yet,” she murmured against my chest, “I want to see her cum first.” She pressed her hand against Rich’s chest looking down at me, my hips still writhing slowly on his hand. “Show me what she looks like when she gets off.” Gail dipped her head down to mine for a feather light kiss, “what she sounds like.” Her fingers slid down my stomach, under the white lace, and tangled themselves in my bush, tugging just a little, giving me a hint of something she must like having done to herself. Something which I was suddenly learning to love.
She raised her head and kissed Rich across my body as he stripped off my lace bikini bottoms and the now pointless garter belt. Gail’s fingers inched down further, sliding between my lips and lightly teasing my clit. Almost immediately, Rich’s fingers returned to stroking inside me, and the whole time I was watching these two lovely people kiss over me. I could’ve cum right then, but she’d said she’d wanted to watch me. I held on, somehow.
Gail sat back to get a good view as she circling my clit with her nimble fingers and pinched and teased my nipples with her free hand. Rich set up a driving pulse, fucking his fingers in and out of my cunt. I couldn’t have held back any more if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I felt heat flash across my face and breasts. Tension built low behind my navel. I thrashed, moaned, begged, groaned, sighed, whimpered, and loved every moment. Gail soaked it all up, demanding more. She hooked her finger gently just beneath my clit and quivered it in beckoning motions. I came, bucking my hips and gasping out incomprehensible words.
When they finally let me relax, I was limp and drained. I couldn’t move right away, and luckily didn’t need to. Wonderful, brilliant, insightful Gail knew I’d be incapacitated, and so found her own way to cuddle up to me. She curled up beside me, across Rich’s knees, and stroked my tummy until my eyes refocused. When I opened them I saw her smiling across at me and Rich grinning down at me, licking his fingers. “You’d best get up, Love” he warned, “that arm you’re lying on is about to go to sleep.”
“I’m getting up,” I promised, “any week now.”
“Good,” Gail interjected playfully, “Cause it’s my turn.” And damn me if she didn’t look like she knew exactly what she wanted. But it was Gail. I should’ve known, she may have known exactly what she wanted, but she didn’t want to have to ask for it. I stretched as I pulled myself out of Rich’s arms and lap, my skin still tingling. OK, wise guy, I asked the voice in the back of my head, I’m supposed to do what they want, so what the hell does she want?
Don’t be stupid, the voice shot back, what did you want your first time? You didn’t know how to ask either. Right, should’ve guessed it. Pretty bright, that voice in the back of my head.
If I could have, I’d have pushed Gail into the position I’d just vacated, but poor Rich’s arm might give out. Instead, I stalked across the bed toward Gail on my hands and knees, terribly cat-like. I wasn’t touching Rich any more, but I wasn’t going to let him fall by the wayside; words can be a wonderful way to keep teasing. “Look at her, Rich…posing there in her sexy outfit, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. You wouldn’t guess what she’s thinking, what she’s hoping I’m going to do to her.” I reached Gail and kissed her, aiming for slow and sensual, pushing back on her shoulders to lean her against the pillows. I loved the way her mouth opened for me, offering itself up. As soon as our lips parted she leaned forward, tangled her fingers in my hair, and pulled me back. She was suddenly less passive, holding my head where she wanted it, working her lips against mine, tracing my teeth with her tongue and flicking it across the roof of my mouth. I was worried that Rich was being left alone, right up until the moment I felt his hand on my ass. Only moments later I felt my mouth fill with Gail’s moan. Obviously Rich’s busy hands were toying with more than just my rear.
Well, so long as Rich was happy I was happy, and Gail certainly sounded like she was happy. I reached up instinctively to caress Gail’s breasts, I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of this before. When my hand encountered lace I was surprised, I remembered the feel of that silky skin I’d uncovered earlier. My hands recalled her flesh more clearly than my eyes remembered her bright red bra. Not a bad thing, being denied texture let me focus on the shape. They were perfectly round, small but full. I was almost as fascinated by them as Gail had been by my by my big and bouncy ones half an hour earlier. Nonetheless, I wanted her out of that bra.
I moved my hand around to Gail’s back to reach the hooks, and ran into Rich’s chest. I didn’t stop kissing, Gail wouldn’t have let me, but I did open my eyes, wanting to know what Rich was up to. He looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, caressing my tail, pressed up against Gail’s side. Her wriggles and twitches show him what she was feeling as well as stroke his cock with her hip as she moved. He caught my eye and grinned at me, reached up to unhook Gail’s bra for me, working it off. He then took my hand, raised it to his lips, and placed it back onto Gail’s breast. Not satisfied with just putting it there he pressed it down firmly, working it in circles against her chest before letting me go back to my own devices. When I’d had Gail in my lap I’d been careful to be gentle. Now I just wanted to fill my hands with her, feeling her hard nipples pressing against the middle of my palm. Feeling her press back against my hand made my toes curl.
I didn’t want to stop fondling her, but I wanted to feel her body against mine. I wrapped my arms around her warm torso and pulled her towards me. As she rolled onto her side and squirmed against me, I twisted my fingers into the wretched shirt Rich was still wearing and pulled him up behind Gail, pinning her between us. She liked that, you could hear it in her moan and in the way her breathing picked up. I’d have quite have liked to try it, but we can’t have everything at once. Still, I was getting the full body contact I’d been craving, pressed against Gail’s writhing body from cute little nose to lovely red painted toes. And as a bonus, I just had to reach out my hand to stroke Rich’s side or clenching ass.
I tucked my hand around Gail’s sweet rump and found where Rich was dry humping her thigh. I gave his cock several strokes to give him an idea what I was up to. I don’t know if he got the message, but he reached his arms around both us girls as far as he could, pulling me closer to Gail and Gail closer to him. I pulled Rich’s eager dick out of the way, and started stripping Gail’s panties off. I only just managing to start the process without help. With much wriggling and many giggles, Gail finally managed to kick them off.
I pulled Gail’s top leg up over my own. She hooked it around me, reminding me just how long they were, lucky girl. I scratched along the underside of her thigh to let her know I liked it. Then reached past her hip to find Rich’s cock again, strong and firm and right where I’d left it. With fingers and palm, I guided him into Gail.
To tell you the truth, I’m not entirely sure she was expecting it. And I think the surprise was why she went so quickly over the edge. Well, that and the fact that she’d been so patiently teased and teasing since the night began. Of course, it may have had something to do with the fact that after feeding Rich into her, I moved my hand forward to play with her pussy as Rich thrust. I hadn’t forgotten the lesson she had taught me earlier, winding my fingers through her pubic hair and tugging gently in time with Rich’s movements. I wasn’t sure if light strokes counted as teasing when the girl was being slowly and lovingly fucked, but that didn’t stop me sliding my fingertips along her labia.
I slithered far enough down on the bed so I could cup Rich’s balls. I couldn’t quite reach to kiss Gail any more, but she was having enough trouble catching her breath as it was. Besides, her sweet skin had picked up a salty sheen somewhere, and I wanted to taste all of it. I used the hand holding Rich’s sac to control his rhythm, slowing him, not allowing him to move suddenly or stop. My other hand took up the same rhythm, one finger either side of Gail’s clit. I spread them wide as I moved forward, closing tightly around her as I pulled back. Her whimpers and moans were so sweet. Her hands were moving almost randomly across my back. They felt desperate, needy, and incredibly erotic. But when I heard Rich starting to speak into her ear, I knew things weren’t going to last much longer.
He was muttering to her about what he was seeing, how he was feeling, how much he loved having my hand on him. He told her that he wanted to go faster, fuck her much harder, roll her onto her stomach and take her properly, but that I wasn’t letting him. Gail’s lovely legs both suddenly wrapped around me, and her hips started bucking forward against my hands. She’d waited more than long enough, the patient darling, so I started urging Rich to push faster and harder. I rearranged my fingers to rub directly over Gail’s hot little clit, gently the first time, making sure it wasn’t too much, that she definitely wanted me there. And oh did she! The way she moved, the quiet little whimpers all reassured me. So I pressed a little harder, moved a little faster, until her moans turned to cries. Every muscle in her torso went tight, and I heard Rich urging her on. As if by consensus, Rich and I both slowed our pace a little, not pressing her for longer or extended orgasms. I don’t know what Rich’s motive was, I knew I had more planned for Gail. I suspected he did too.
Gail went limp between us. I pulled away from her, and she flopped onto her stomach. Her mind hadn’t returned from wherever her orgasm had sent it. I stroked her flank soothingly, then her hip, and finally that smoothly muscled thigh. I didn’t turn around, I didn’t look over my shoulder. I just reached behind me and grabbed. Whether I had a sixth sense for where Rich must be, or whether he moved to meet my grasping hand, I never found out. But just as I intended, my fingers closed around Rich’s cock, still hot from Gail’s body and slick with her juices. It was hard to keep a grip, he slid through my fist so easily. I wanted to taste her and as she didn’t seem ready for more yet, I’d have to lick her off of Rich.
I knelt in front of Rich, sitting on my heels a short arm’s length away. I held Rich’s eyes with mine as I slowly bent at the waist, licking my lips as I lowered my face towards his lap. Not the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in, but I thought it would display my ass nicely. As soon as I wrapped my lips around Rich’s cock I forgot about my poor legs. He tasted delicious, the best of both of them rolled together. I’d been so good the last time I had him in my mouth, but this was too much. I lost track of absolutely everything else in the room and greedily focused on filling my mouth with the taste and feel of that well loved up dick. It couldn’t have been too long when I felt Rich cup a hand under my chin and lift me off his cock. Damnit, I thought, not twice! This time I get to finish the blowjob. My aggravation evaporated when Rich turning my head to see Gail lying stretched out on her back beside him and gently fingering herself, grinning happily at the show I hadn’t realized I was putting on. As much as I wanted to suck Rich off, and that need was approaching desperate as more opportunities were denied to me, I had other things I needed to do.
I pushed up onto all fours and crawled over one of Gail’s legs, settling between them. I snuck a look at Rich out of the corner of my eye, watched him slowly stroking his shaft, eyes wide. He was enjoying this, but I wanted him more involved that just watching. I couldn’t reach him to touch him, but talking had worked well earlier.
“What do you think, Rich? Is she enjoying this?” I asked, stroking my fingers along the inside of Gail’s thigh, a big grin on my face. “Do you think she likes having me touch her?” I asked as I ran my palm across her skin until my fingers were just a deep sigh away from where her leg joined her body. Gail’s breath caught as I stopped moving. “Oh, I think she wants me to keep going” I offered just before I trailed kisses along the path my hand had taken. “What else do you think she wants, Rich?” I ran my hand over the top of Gail’s thigh and across her belly button, allowing the stretch to draw my face closer to Gail’s shining pussy. “Oh god, Rich, she’s so wet.” I pursed my lips, blowing a stream of cool air from the top of her slit to the bottom. “Is she always this ready?” I asked, finally offering a question that he could answer. I wanted her to hear both voices.
“Oh yeah,” god he had a wonderful voice, deeper and more edgy than ever. It made my spine tingle. “Whisper ‘sex’ to her and she’s ready.”
“Ready for what? For this?” trailing my fingers across the outside of her warm, wet lips. “For this?” I continued, licking feather lightly along the same path. That set off fireworks all over the shop. Gail pulled her legs up and pushed her hips toward me. A heartfelt “Damn!” came from where Rich still sat. I felt my heart skip at the smell, the taste, and the way she twitched just slightly under my tongue.
But it wasn’t’ enough. Words were good, but I needed Rich more involved. I placed a kiss against Gail’s pussy, still being careful not to invade, and lifted my head to catch Rich’s eye. Then I crooked a finger at him. “I need your help, babe” I purred. I sank back down between Gail’s legs, still beckoning Rich closer. And closer, until his chin rested on her thigh. I traded soft kisses between her lips and his for a moment. Gail was running her hands over her body and across her breasts. She wanted more; and being Gail, she wouldn’t ask.
Time to reward the good girl, I pointed my tongue and dragged it from the opening of Gail’s juicy cunt all the way to the top of her slit, achingly slow. Just the way I liked to be licked. Gail made a noise halfway between a gasp and a cry. I turned, offering my tongue to Rich so he could suck Gail’s juices off of me. She must’ve opened her eyes to see that, because she groaned as he did and I’m sure neither of us laid a finger on her. I did it again and again, faster each time. And each time I swear she tasted better.
Eventually I didn’t want to share any more. I didn’t want to take my mouth from her, I wanted to explore. But before I let myself go, I told Rich what I wanted to do, that I wanted to tongue her, suck her, work her with my mouth until she came again and again for me. I told him that I wanted his help, I took his hand and pressed it to Gail’s crotch, arranging his fingers to hold Gail spread open for me. I started working my tongue in slow circles around her clit, careful not to touch it directly but always trying to give her the impression that I might. As Gail whimpered and writhed before me, I couldn’t help myself; my tongue moved to flick across the spot I’d been so carefully avoiding. Such a small motion, but it got a big reaction.
Gail’s hands found the back of my head and pressed my face toward her. I groaned, and closed my lips around her to gently suckle. Rich moaned and I could feel his hand stroking my back. Gail was making happy, wordless noises that egged me on. If this kept up, it wasn’t going to last half as long as I wanted it to. I exerted what was left of my self-control and went back to small circles. Every so often I’d run my tongue across Rich’s fingers, realizing after the second or third contact that he wasn’t just holding her labia spread, he was gently stroking them. I felt my own cunt tighten at the thought. I wanted exactly this! But later, not now.
I moved my arm so I could press a finger against Gail’s vagina, slipping the very tip inside and pressing down firmly. I knew that this kind of shallow penetration would have had me straining for more, so I was ready to pull back when Gail started grinding against me. I rewarded her enthusiasm with a fast flutter of my. Gail growled. Honestly growled! And Rich slid his fingers under my tongue to see what was evoking that kind of response. I don’t know who was most turned on by that. All three of us seemed to be getting a thrill.
It struck me as the perfect moment to start sliding my finger further in, trying to do it as slowly as possible, more of a tease and a promise than a proper fuck. When Gail started begging for more I turned my hand palm up and stroking her inner wall, moving my finger as if beckoning her orgasm closer. Once I had her attention firmly on the fingers up her cunt, I started sucking gently on her clit. When her attention was definitely on my mouth, I slid a second finger in. As she ground down on them, I stopped being so gentle with my lips, working her rapidly and firmly with my tongue. Gail was babbling a mile a minute, and I was too busy to pay much attention to what she was saying. At least not until I heard my name. I let my fingers pump Gail’s twat in a slow and steady rhythm, but lifted my head, resting my cheek against her leg to find out what Gail wanted.
Her voice was breathy, catching, and I resisted the impulse to make it more ragged by fucking her harder or faster. It turned out that they hadn’t been calling me, they’d been talking about me. Rich hadn’t realized I’d looked up, but Gail sure had. She was looking me straight in the eye when she said “oh god, of course…please…take her.”
My heart was beating a mile a minute as I watched her scrabble under the pillows and pull a condom out. Jesus, there had been more preparations than just my wine, candles, and ribbon. I bent back down to lap at her, half in gratitude, half with desire. I felt Rich moving behind me and couldn’t help moaning. Then it seemed like a good idea, so I gently pressed Gail’s now swollen clit between my lips and hummed. That got me a sigh that was more contentment than overwhelming passion. Fine by me, I knew things would escalate again soon.
Rich had his hands on my hips, urging me up to his crotch. I thought back to him standing in the doorway, triple checking that everything was ok. I was suddenly thrilled that he hadn’t asked me for this, that finally he was just going to take what I was offering. And then I realized that there was one more thing that absolutely had to happen before we went one step father. “Rich” I shot over my shoulder, “take that damned thing off.” He told me the next morning that for a split second he thought I’d meant the condom. But only for a split second, then I heard his low laugh and that blasted shirt dropped onto the back of my neck. Naked, at long long last.
A second after that I felt him sliding the head of his cock up and down along my slit, teasing me. It was infuriating, I didn’t need teasing. I took out my frustrations on Gail’s pussy, licking hungrily and a little wildly. As her moans renewed, Rich’s cock started to press into me. Every gasp, every whimper brought me another bit of penetration. As soon as I figured out the rules to his game I started playing Gail like the high-end instrument she was. Licking, sucking and pumping to earn more cock, eventually more thrusts.
I loved having my cunt full while I ate the woman in front of me. I was so wrapped up in what my efforts were earning me, I lost track of what those noises meant. Gail was about to fall over the edge of orgasm again. I tried to ease back, but it was much too late. Somewhere along the way she’d gotten hands firmly tangled in my hair and one foot on my back. She used all three to hold me against her, and her heartfelt “oh god no don’t stop” convinced me there was no-where to go but forward.
Rich, thank heavens, slowed his movements enough for me to concentrate on getting his girlfriend off. Fast pulsing sucks and licks across her clit and two fingers moving long and slow into her over and over did it. And no sooner had her inarticulate moans resolved into at least comprehensible “oh wow, oh my, oh yes”s than those hands on my hips started pulling me back onto Rich’s cock, fast and hard.
Gail’s pussy slipped away from me as she sat up against the headboards and watched us. For the first time that night, I didn’t have my attention even partially divided, and I made the most of it. I started rocking back forcefully, filling myself over and over, gasping happily. Two strokes on my clit pushed me over the edge and the world dissolved into nothing but pleasure.
We were exhausted. Completely drained, pumped dry in every sense. We fell asleep in that great big bed like a pile of puppies, but I woke up wrapped in blankets listening to the sounds of Rich and Gail laughing together in the front room. When I peeked my head around the corner, they chased me back into the bed with breakfast from the patisserie around the corner. Nothing more happened, honest. Rich had to get to work and Gail had a class. I was left alone in the apartment again to get showered and dressed. But before I left, I found my white ribbon under the bed. I left it tied around one of the bedposts. I couldn’t help grinning every time I saw it. And a year later, on Rich’s 36th birthday, they sent me a bouquet, tied with another white ribbon.