by Cassie Cole
“After one bad game?” Danny exclaimed. “That’s nuts.”
“Yeah, well, Coach is freaked out. We should’ve beaten St. Edwards by 30. You know how he can get. Especially with the booster club putting pressure on him.”
I groaned into my beer.
Danny put a hand on my arm. “Everything’s going to be fine. It was only one game. Feña will come around, like I told you.”
“For sure,” Lance agreed. “And speaking of coming around, bro. Have you changed your mind about Roberta?”
Danny tensed. “Changed my mind about what?”
He sipped his soup. “About keeping it professional with Roberta. You two went out tonight, right?”
“It was just as friends,” I said automatically, but the words sounded hollow on my tongue. Dinner had felt like a date. And the bike ride home, with my hands running down his abs to his hard cock…
“I don’t know,” Danny said. He was giving me an appraising look. “I’m not sure how I feel. But that’s alright, because we don’t need to think too hard about adding labels. We can just… Let it happen. Or not happen.”
Hearing him say that filled me with excitement. Maybe we could have a more serious relationship, despite Danny not having much free time during football season. Our one night together didn’t have to just be one night.
But then I glanced at Lance, and he shared a look with me. And I knew I had to tell Danny.
“Lance and I slept together,” I blurted out.
“What?” Danny asked. “When?”
“Last night at the library. We kissed at a party last week, and Lance was being weird so I went to the library to confront him. And then we… Yeah.”
Danny let out a surprised laugh. “You did it at the library?”
“Up against the books,” Lance said, a note of pride in his voice.
“I thought you seemed extra happy this morning.”
I took Danny’s hand and squeezed it. “I like Lance. But I like you too. I don’t know what to do from here…”
“Who says we have to do anything?” Danny said. “I was serious when I said we don’t need to try to label it. We don’t have to be exclusive, either. I don’t mind sharing you with Lance.”
“Bro,” Lance said, eyes wide. “You sure?”
“Neither of us have a lot of free time,” Danny said. It seemed like he was thinking on the fly. “It’s why we’ve never been able to keep regular girlfriends, and it’s one of the reasons I was afraid to get more serious with Roberta. But if both of us are with her at the same time…”
“We can give her the attention she needs,” Lance finished excitedly. “I’m in.”
Danny high-fived him and said, “Then it’s settled.”
I cleared my throat. “You guys haven’t asked what I want.”
They swung their handsome gazes toward me. I tried to keep a straight face, but it was tough with the beer making me feel tipsy.
“Who says I want to divide my time among two football players?” I asked. “Maybe I don’t want to do that. Maybe I only want one boyfriend to worry about during football games.”
The color drained out of Lance’s face. “Yeah, I get it, no you’re right. We should have asked you first. So do you think… that maybe you… if we…”
I grinned and reached across the table to take his hand. “I’m giving you a hard time. I kind of like this idea. And I’m already seeing you guys regularly.”
“What if it goes poorly?” Danny said. “If you break up with one of us, it would make the whole physical trainer thing awkward.”
“We’ll worry about that if and when it happens,” I said. “But we should agree that if this doesn’t work out, that we go back to the way things were. Just professional, no awkwardness. I’m looking at you, Lancelot.”
He grinned. “Yeah, sorry I avoided you. I promise I won’t do that again.”
“Same here,” Danny said. He extended his fist into the middle of the table. “Deal?”
“Deal,” I said as I added my fist. Lance did the same, and the three of us fist-bumped before pulling back.
“Although I have to say, your roommate is awfully tempting,” Lance said while cracking open one of his own beers. “The things she said she would let me do to her…”
“”Oh?” I arched an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“You act like you’ll match it.”
“And you act like I won’t,” I shot back with an impish grin.
Lance shrugged and took a pull from his beer. “I don’t know if you’d be into that sort of thing.”
“The only way to find out is to ask.”
He chugged the rest of his beer and opened another. “A little more liquid courage and maybe I’ll bring it up.”
I waggled my finger at him. “I thought I told you alcohol is bad for recovery.”
“Hey! You let Danny have a beer!”
“Don’t drag me into this,” Danny said defensively. “I’m just minding my own business.”
Lance shrugged. “Don’t worry. I’ll put down the beer in our nutritional tracker.”
“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.
Danny was looking at me with a strange expression on his face. “What?”
“I was just wondering how long your roommate will be out.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Interested in the filthy things she promised to do to Lance?”
Danny grinned. “Actually, I was just wondering how much time the three of us will have alone together before she gets home.”
Lance paused with his beer halfway to his lips. Waiting to see my reaction.
I thought about what I wanted. Joking and teasing was one thing, but actually doing it? I let myself imagine it. Lance and Danny, nude and taking turns with me. One of them going down on me while the other kissed me. Their two dicks sharing me rather than just one…
I wanted to be dirty with them. I wanted to let loose. And after a few beers, I was in the perfect tipsy mindset for it.
Tonight, I’m going to have some fun.
“You never know, with Aly,” I said in a measured voice. “We’d better not waste any time. Now, which one of you hunks is going to carry me into my bedroom?”
Lance and Danny shared a look.
The tall wide receiver was the first one to dart around the table. He threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and I squealed with excitement as he carried me into my room.
30
Danny
I’d never had a threesome before. Fantasized about it, sure. What guy hasn’t?
But the threesomes I usually imagined involved two women.
Yet as I followed Lance and Roberta back into her bedroom, there was one overwhelming emotion: excitement. Lance and I were practically family. We were closer than family.
And that made this better than any other threesome.
Roberta let out a girlish squeal as Lance dumped her on the bed. She bounced on the edge and looked up at us through her eyelashes.
“What dirty things did Aly promise you?” she asked.
Lance chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. One of his nervous ticks, I knew. “Oh, I dunno.”
“Come on,” she said lustily. “Tell me.”
“It’s pretty dirty,” he warned.
Roberta reached out and grabbed Lance by the belt, pulling him forward. “If you won’t tell me, then I’ll have to torture you.”
And she unzipped his pants and pulled his dick right out.
It was awkward seeing my best friend’s penis, at first. I mean, yeah we saw each other in the shower, but we never really looked. There were just penises in the peripheral vision while us athletes maintained strict eye contact.
But this was different. I watched with fascination as she opened her pouty lips wide and took him in her mouth, sliding all the way down to his base in his semi-hard state. Totally deep-throating him, and gasping as she pulled back.
“Goddamn, Babs,” he said. “This isn’t what I’d
call torture.”
“This isn’t the torture yet,” she said sweetly.
I was just standing there, adjacent to all of this, until she reached out and pulled me toward her. With her lips around Lance’s dick, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled my dick out, stroking it rapidly. I was hard within seconds.
I glanced at Lance. He gave me a look in response: Can you believe this, bro?
Roberta gave Lance’s tip a little lick, and then she turned her mouth on me. There was no chance of deep-throating me since I was fully hard, but she tried her best, going more than halfway down my shaft. Her mouth was wet and hot, and felt so good that a sigh escaped my lips. I put a hand on the back of her head, feeling her soft blonde hair moving back and forth as she gave me a blowjob.
While she did that, her fingers stroked Lance and tickled underneath him. Seeing her jacking him off while she went down on me was an incredible—and surprising—turn on. I wasn’t jealous at all. If anything, seeing her pleasuring Lance heightened my own lust. I wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her within an inch of her life.
As if she was reading my thoughts, she smiled up at me with her lips around the tip of my cock. She gave it a kiss and said, “Do it.”
“Do what?”
“The thing you’re imagining right now.”
I shoved her backwards on the bed, then ripped off her clothes. Her pussy was glistening already, pink and swollen and inviting. She bit her lip as she waited for me.
I removed the rest of my clothes sheepishly, aware that Lance was lingering behind me still. “What about him?”
“Yeah!” Lance said excitedly. “What about me?”
Roberta reached between her legs and started rubbing herself. “You have to wait.”
I took a moment to admire how sexy Roberta was. Voluptuous and fit, with her full breasts resting gently against her chest. I climbed on top of her and took one of her nipples in my mouth. It was so hard it could have cut steel.
“Ohh,” Roberta moaned while grabbing my ass with both hands. She pulled me into her. “I want you.”
I sank into her pussy. My cock filled her with ease, and the ecstasy of it knocked the air out of both of our lungs. Roberta’s fingers caressed along my bare back, reminding me of the first night we had been together where she massaged me in bed. She gazed up at me with lidded, beautiful eyes.
“I love it when you’re inside of me,” she purred.
I couldn’t have held back if someone had paid me a million bucks. I fucked her long and slow, pulling back so far that only the tip of my dick remained inside her, and then sank back into her again until our bodies crashed together. She tilted her head back to moan, revealing her slender neck, and I bent down to nuzzle at her ivory white skin.
I was aware of Lance jacking himself off while watching, but it still wasn’t weird. With anyone else, maybe. But not him.
“Alright,” he said after a little while. “This is torture.”
Roberta was breathing heavy now. “Then tell me what Aly said.”
Lance stroked himself faster while I fucked Roberta. He was conflicted about it, whatever it was.
“All you have to do is tell me,” she crooned. “I can be every bit as dirty as her.”
“She told me I could stick it anywhere,” Lance finally said. “She said I could put it in her ass.”
Oh damn, I thought. That was dirty.
But Roberta didn’t make any disgusted noises. In fact, there was an excited gleam in her eyes. She stared moaning louder with each of my thrusts, which drove me even crazier. I wasn’t going to last long like this.
“Okay,” she breathed. “Come fuck me in the ass.”
“I… what?” Lance stammered. “Are you sure you—”
“Don’t give me a chance to change my mind.” The last word turned into a long moan as I fucked her harder, getting closer to my own climax…
Roberta kissed me, and then put a hand on my chest. “Not yet. Hold it for me.”
“Okay,” I said, sliding out of her and moving to the side. Now I was the one being tortured—everything seemed blander when I wasn’t inside of her.
Roberta rolled over and reached into her bedside table. She came out with a clear bottle of lubricant. “Damn, Babs. You’re not joking,” Lance said as he climbed onto the bed.
“Damn right I’m not.”
I crouched on the bed next to Roberta, gently stroking myself while Lance lubed himself up. Roberta put some lube on her fingers and then reached down between her legs, past her pussy to rub around her forbidden hole.
“Grab a pillow,” Lance told me. I handed him one, which he slid underneath Roberta’s ass to prop it up. The angle brought her pink pussy into greater view. God, what I’d give to fuck her some more.
But I could be patient if I needed to be.
“Okay,” she said softly. “Go slow.”
Lance crouched on his knees in front of her, his long cock clenched in his hand. It glistened with lubrication, as did her wrinkled little tushy hole. From the side I had a perfect view as he pressed his head against her backdoor. Roberta’s chest heaved as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then Lance’s tip slid inside.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
“Are you okay?” Lance asked.
“More than okay,” she said with an excited little grin. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. “It’s just intense, is all.”
Not wanting to be merely a bystander, I reached out and touched her clit. She sighed back into the sheets as I rubbed it in a slow circle. Lance’s cock plunged deeper into her ass, disappearing a little bit more with each passing second.
“You’re so tight,” Lance moaned while gripping her knees wide.
“You say it like that’s a bad thing,” she panted.
Lance only put about half his cock inside her ass before he pulled back and then thrust forward again. The motion made Roberta’s beautiful pink pussy lips bulge out just a little bit while I rubbed her clit. Soon she was breathing in time with the strokes, and moaning a little bit.
“You like that cock in your ass?” I asked.
She grabbed hold of my dick and started jacking me off. “I do, ohh…”
“You’ve got to try her ass,” Lance told me. “This is insane!”
“Harder,” she whimpered. “Give it to me harder.”
Lance obeyed, fucking her faster. Her tight little ring clenched around his cock with every stroke, turning me on more than I ever expected.
Along with her rapidly petting me with her hand, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Especially with her moans growing louder and louder.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said. “Roberta, I’m…”
“On me,” she begged. “Anywhere on me, give it to me Danny, give me that hot come…”
Her words were the last straw. Keeping my hand rubbing her clit, I moved forward so she could aim the tip of my cock at her full breasts. I watched Lance’s dick going in and out of her ass as my balls tingled, and then the intense pleasure hit me like a freight train. Rope after rope of my come shot onto her gorgeous tits, covering them in white.
It was like the ignition switch for Roberta’s own orgasm. I felt her pelvis shuddering through my fingers as she screamed, her asshole clenching around Lance’s cock as she came for us.
“Babs, oh fuck, I can’t… it’s too tight, I’m, oh my God…”
Roberta wailed with intense pleasure as Lance came inside her ass. She twisted and coiled on the bed, back arching in a way that almost looked painful as she screamed her climax to the heavens, fingers gripping my spent cock so tight I thought she might pull it off.
Sweat rolled down Lance’s face. “That was… Oh my God. I can’t even think of the words.”
Roberta looked totally spent as she smiled up at him. Sweat matted her blonde hair against her temple, which I brushed away gently.
“Told you I could be as dirty as my roommate.”
31
; Roberta
Waking up wedged between two insanely sexy, chiseled men was like being in a dream. Everywhere I looked was tan skin and lines of thick muscle, like a topographical map of gorgeousness.
I’d tried anal once before, but it was with a guy who wasn’t really into it. But Lance? Last night, I could tell from the intensity in his eyes that it was something he wanted. Something he’d been dreaming of.
He took my ass like it belonged to him, and that made it a thousand times hotter.
A girl could get used to that. I had a feeling that wasn’t going to be my only anal adventure with these guys. Danny had been turned on by the entire thing as much as Lance had.
Speaking of Danny, there was a noise on the other side of him. I realized it was my phone. I reached across Danny’s prone form to grab it from the table. The alarm was beeping slightly. Why is my alarm going off? It was Sunday, and I didn’t have anything but—
Feña’s workout.
We were supposed to be lifting weights in the gym right now.
“Shit,” I grumbled as I climbed out of bed. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Huh?” Lance groaned. “Babs, what are you doing?”
“I’m supposed to be helping Feña lift weights right now.” I grabbed a pair of gym shorts from my dresser and began shimmying into them. “If he still wants to…”
Danny slid out of bed and wrapped his arms around me, grabbing my wrists and holding them at my side. He was totally nude, and his soft penis pressed warmly against my butt cheek. “Roberta. Relax. Coach is working with Feña this morning on his field goal kicks.”
“On a Sunday?”
“Uh huh,” Lance said from the bed. “Sometimes he gives extra practices to players who have a bad game. Taking away their one day off as punishment.”
I groaned back into Danny’s chest. “I’d forgotten all about that. Why’d you have to remind me?”
“Come back to bed,” Danny whispered into my hair. “We’ll cuddle you to death, and then you won’t have anything to worry about.”
I obeyed like an unhappy child, sliding into bed behind Lance and spooning him. Danny joined us, spooning me from the other side.