by J P Books
When I get to the tops of her breasts, I reach around to unclasp her bra, freeing them.
It’s my turn to moan, as I see her large, dark nipples for the first time. I continue my kissing and run my tongue in circles around one nipple before taking it in my mouth to suck.
Nicole presses her back against the bed and grips the sheets, taking deep breaths.
Until this moment, Logan has been watching me. But now, he moves down a little bit and begins kissing her stomach, making her squirm just a little.
I move my mouth to pay homage to her other nipple and see his hand running down her leg, stroking her inner thigh. I adjust myself so I can watch.
He trails his fingers over the tops of her stockings, and alongside the straps of the garters holding them up. He continues, tracing a line over the lace of her panties, and down, between her legs.
I imagine her warmth and wonder if she’s wet yet. She lifts her hips in automatic response and whimpers. Her breaths are coming shallow now, and fast.
I suck a little harder and she arches her back with a moan of pleasure.
Logan moves down and positions himself between her legs, his hands on her hips. He kisses her mound through her panties, and she moans a little louder.
I run my hands over her voluptuous body as Logan pulls her panties down and continues to lick and kiss.
She’s breathing hard as he slips a finger or two inside of her. I watch her hips begin to set a purposeful rhythm and I refocus my attention on her breasts. I massage them with my hands, loving how much of her there is to hold.
I lick in time with her hip thrusts and suck when I feel her need getting deeper.
She’s gasping and moaning and bucking her hips. Logan must be doing a good job, because I can tell she’s close.
I moan in appreciation of her pleasure and kiss her neck, pinching her nipples.
She grabs my hair and pulls me towards her face, kissing me hard as her body goes rigid and shakes with her orgasm.
Her body goes limp after a few seconds, but I can still feel her body moving slowly. Logan hasn’t stopped and she’s obviously still enjoying herself.
I pull myself away from her gorgeous breasts long enough to reach into the side table beside me and pull out a few condoms. I show them to Nicole and raise an eyebrow in question.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are hooded with lust and she nods, emphatically.
I hand one to Logan and he tears it open and slides it on deftly. I do the same, though I’m not entirely certain how to proceed at this point.
I’m enjoying the view, truth be told, so I nod to him to go ahead. I realize I like the feeling of directing this scene, being both powerful and protective, participant and voyeur.
Logan positions himself between her legs and slowly buries himself deep inside her.
I watch, enthralled by their bodies moving together. I’ve never been one to get much enjoyment from porn, but this is different. I’m welcome here, I’m part of this, and it’s erotic in a way that I’ve never experienced before.
My cock is hard and throbbing, and I find myself thrusting in pace with Logan, mimicking his movements.
I watch Nicole, who’s fixed her attention on Logan, watching his pleasure as well. I can tell she’s enjoying it, but more for the pleasure he’s getting from her body than anything else.
I jerk my cock in motion with him and feel her eyes move to me, drinking in the entire situation. I lean down to kiss her again, but don’t linger. We’re both dedicated to watching Logan in action.
He seems to enjoy the attention and find it as erotic as we do, because he starts to move faster, holding onto her hips and pulling her against him, going deeper.
His jaw clenches and I can see his abs and ass flex.
She moves her body against his, faster and harder to match his momentum.
“Come for her Logan,” I say, without thinking about it.
As if he had been waiting for that direction, he grabs her hips and plunges into her once more with a cry of victory. He throws his head back and furrows his brows together. I watch his body, every muscle tense and twitching in ecstasy.
I’ve never watched another man come this carefully and closely before. Being able to imagine exactly the release he’s feeling is making my cock drip with pre-come. I’ve never been so hard before.
As his body relaxes, he lets go of her hips and slowly pulls out.
“I never knew having someone watch me would be so hot,” he says, giving a somewhat bashful smile. “Nicole deserves one more earth-shattering orgasm, don’t you think? It’s my turn to watch.”
I look down at Nicole to see if she is as enthusiastic about this idea.
“Please,” she says. “Feeling Logan was so sexy, but I need more. I need you, Drake.”
I moan in response, unable to form full words at this point. My cock is so hard now that I worry I’ll bust the second I’m inside of her.
I move between her legs and dip my head to taste her first. I want to make sure she’s ready, and not just being accommodating, but I also can’t stop myself from sampling her in every way possible.
She’s drenched, smells musky and is practically shaking with need as I lift myself back up. I press my hard length between her velvety lips and slide inside without any friction. She’s warm and welcoming and I let out another moan.
As I glide in and out of her, I can feel my orgasm building. I’ve been aroused for so long now, I can tell my release is going to be powerful. Waves are building up at the head and crashing down my shaft. I feel the ripples all the way through my balls and my entire body tenses.
I struggle to hold on, to make sure she finds her climax first.
“Come for me Drake,” I hear through the fog surrounding my brain. “I need you to come for me.”
Hearing my name from her lips sends shockwaves through my body and I’ve reached the point of no return. Imagining Logan watching me as I watched him, I grab her hips and plunge into her deep.
She feels like home and I need to be completely engulfed by her. I thrust a few more times and then feel the pressure break inside me.
I come hard.
My body spasms with the force of an orgasm that has been teased to the point of maximum power. For a few seconds, I’m conscious of nothing but the sensations rippling through my cock.
As my orgasm fades, I can feel her still slamming against me, and I start to move my body in instinctive response. I’m so sensitive now that it’s almost torture and I know I’m grimacing, but I need her to come.
She doesn’t take long. I hear her cry out and feel the contractions pulsing against my still hard cock inside of her. Her body stiffens and I hold onto her protectively, pumping into her a few more times to coax every ounce of orgasm from her luscious body.
As she relaxes again, I carefully pull myself out.
I slip the condom off and run to the bathroom for a quick rinse and to dispose of it. I see Logan’s already in the trash and realize I didn’t see him leave or return.
Mystified, I head back to the bed where my two lovers are already laying down and spooning sweetly. I lay down on the other side of Nicole.
Logan slips his arm under both of our heads and she rests her head on my chest, her arm holding me lightly.
I’m utterly content and suddenly exhausted. I fade into sleep without even saying a single word.
CHAPTER 9
Logan
It’s amazing how something as small and insignificant as having her fingers intertwined with mine can make me feel so satisfied. I can’t imagine letting go of this tiny hand.
I raise it to my mouth and kiss the back.
“Even your fingers are beautiful,” I say.
Drake holds up her other hand to see for himself. “It’s true,” he agrees, and she giggles.
“I feel like I’m dreaming. Like I’m going to wake up in my bed on campus tomorrow and none of th
is – not the fire or you – will be real.”
I squeeze her hand, unwilling to imagine that possibility. “When we walked in tonight, I felt a little bit like that. Like I was dreaming, because you couldn’t possibly really be standing there, looking so gorgeous.”
She looks up at me, curiosity, or maybe confusion, in her eyes. “I don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“You. Both of you. Either of you. Women must throw themselves at you all the time. You can have anyone you want. I don’t understand how tonight happened.”
I don’t answer her right away, not quite sure of the explanation myself.
“I don’t think any of us planned for it to happen,” Drake says, “But I’m glad it did. Are you?”
“I think so,” she answers, sounding much too hesitant for my liking. This raises the alarm for Drake too, because he’s looking at her worried.
“I mean yes,” she continues, “But I’m not quite sure what to do now. I’ve never been in this situation before. Everything was…well, beyond anything I could imagine. And now I don’t know how I can possibly go back to real life and expect anything to measure up to this night.”
I relax a little, smiling at her. “Do we have to go back to real life?” I ask.
“Hopefully not any time soon,” Drake answers. “You’re welcome to stay here as long as it takes to get your room back on campus. Of course, you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay, just because we want you to. But I would very much like you to.”
“Me too,” I echo, knowing that as long as she stays here Drake may as well consider me his roommate.
“Are you sure you’re not just being too good to be true? You really would like me to stay?”
Drake leans in to kiss her neck as his answer. I decide I like his method of communication, so I start kissing the other side of her neck.
She starts to giggle and we both move down to find her nipples.
She laughs and squirms, trying half-heartedly to get away. “If you keep doing that we’re never going to get out of this bed.
“If I wasn’t starving, I’d say that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” As I say it, my stomach growls loudly in affirmation.
“I really would love you to stay,” Drake picks up the conversation once again, “But I want you to know I don’t expect anything of you. Tonight was amazing. It was more than amazing. But we’ll never push you into anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
She smiles at us both. “You really are too good to be true.” She leans forward and plants a delicate kiss on Drake’s mouth, and then turns to give me a soft kiss as well.
“I’ve never, um…been with two men at the same time before. But I wouldn’t be uncomfortable with it happening again. If you were interested, of course.” Her natural shyness is creeping back in.
“We’ve never been with someone together before either. It wasn’t something we had planned or ever would have expected,” I say honestly. “It just kind of happened. I’m not sure exactly what’s going to happen next, but I’d be a fool to turn down another opportunity to have the best sex of my life. Drake’s my best friend. And being with you both just feels natural. I know we barely know you, but you fit. Right here between us.”
“That’s right. And I hope you’ll stay here between us, but only figuratively. It’s time for dinner, guys!” Drake stands up out of bed and then leans down once more to give her nipple one last bite, making her squeal.
“Good idea,” I stand up to follow him, and hold my hand out to help Nicole up and out of bed.
Drake and I start to put our clothes on and Nicole reddens again as she realizes the only clothes of hers in the room is her sexy lingerie.
I pick up her panties delicately and hand them to her with a grin. “Yours, my lady?”
She tears them out of my hand and pulls them on, reaching for her bra. As soon as she’s partially covered, I have an urge to ravish her all over again.
Drake hands her one of his t-shirts. “Here,” he says, “you better put this on quick. Logan looks like he’s about to eat you for dinner.”
I laugh, thinking he’s not far off.
She pulls it over her head. “Never give that back to him,” I tell her seriously, playfully running my hands up her thighs and under the shirt as we stumble out the bedroom door and towards the kitchen.
After dinner the three of us are lounging on the couch, Nicole’s head in my lap and her legs draped over Drake. We’ve each had a few glasses of wine and I feel my cock give a little twitch as I watch Drake run his hand up and down her leg, slowly.
As if feeling my eyes on his hand, he pushes her shirt up to reveal her sexy lacy panties. His finger trails along the edges of the lace.
Conversation fades away as the energy in the room takes a new dimension and I can feel Nicole’s breathing slow as she monitors her reaction.
“Your girlfriends sure packed interesting essentials for you,” Drake says, indicating her lingerie.
Her giggle sends ripples of desire through my body.
“They didn’t pack this,” she says, playfully swatting at his hand but not really trying to stop him. “I went shopping earlier to replace some of my clothes that smelled like fire. I don’t know what possessed me to buy this outfit, I’ve never owned anything like it before in my life. I just saw a picture and bought it on impulse. I had to have it. I was actually thinking that I might return it when you guys walked in on me.”
Her cheeks are red again and I run my eyes down her body to imagine where else the flush is showing.
She’s so shy, I think to myself, so easily embarrassed. I wonder why?
Before I stop to think about it, I ask her, “I have to admit, I love it when you blush like this, but I don’t understand why you would be embarrassed to buy something that makes you feel sexy? Do you have very strict parents or something?”
“No, not at all! In fact, my parents were always encouraging me to try new things. I think they were worried about me not ever having a boyfriend, to be honest.” Her blush deepens.
“Not that I’ve never dated, obviously,” she backtracks, “But I’ve never had a serious relationship.”
I can’t fault her for that, neither Drake or I could be said to have had a serious relationship either. We’ve dated, for sure, but never seriously and never for more than a few months.
“I don’t think that’s so odd,” Drake assures her, echoing my thoughts. “Logan and I haven’t ever been super serious about a relationship before either.” His fingers continue to trace the lines of her panties.
I’m more than a little distracted, but I try to keep my head in the conversation. “I’m guessing you’ve always been a little more mature than the guys your age.” Based on some of the jerks I’ve known personally, I can’t blame her for not wanting to get serious.
“Yeah, I guess.” She doesn’t sound convinced.
My hands start to roam, finding her hard nipples through the t-shirt she’s wearing. I wait silently for her to elaborate.
She gives a breathless little moan as Drake and I continue to appreciate her voluptuous body.
“It wasn’t really that I didn’t want to date the guys. It’s that they didn’t really want to date me. I wasn’t exactly the head cheerleader in high school and I honestly haven’t gone out much in University. I don’t really like parties.”
“Thank god for that. I think the number of guys interested in the head cheerleaders and party girls are less than you would think. I’m sure you had your pick.” Drake gives her a lazy smile and readjusts himself, making it clear she could take him any time she wants.
As much as I want to hear more about her, I also want to see her naked again. I shift her up just a bit and pull the shirt over her head, adjusting my dick while I’m at it.
I let her lay back down on me and focus part of my attention on toying with the large, dark nipples while trying to engage in
the conversation with what was left of my wits.
“You never explained why you wanted to return these incredible panties…”
Nicole takes a deep breath. “It’s all related, and it makes sense in my head, but you guys seem to be missing the point. Until I met you, I felt completely undesirable my entire life. That’s why I didn’t date much. That’s why I never wore sexy underwear. I had no one to wear them for because no one wanted to date the fat girl.”
She stops abruptly and I can see tears shimmering in her eyes. I can almost feel them spring to my own eyes after a confession like that!
“That fat girl?” I say astonished, my hands still weighing the heaviness of her gorgeous breasts.
She cuts me off before Drake or I can say anything else. “I know you guys don’t think that way. I can feel the difference and see it in your faces. But I’ve never met anyone like either of you before.”
She continues to tell us stories of being bullied and some total jackass name Jeremy. I can’t even believe people like that exist, let alone have hurt someone I am coming to care about. I’ve never had a violent reaction before, but I have a physical desire to strangle that guy, and his buddies who put him up to it.
One look at Drake tells me he feels the same way.
When she’s done sharing, we’re all quiet for a minute. I have no words for such unexplainable and horrible behavior.
“I can’t believe you’d trust any guy after that,” he says with his voice tinged with sadness. “If we had known, we would have spent a lot more time proving to you how gorgeous we think you are, before jumping on you like we did. I’m so sorry.”
“Nicole, from the moment I saw you I could tell you were special, and not just because you were in a burning building and my responsibility was to save you. Although in hindsight, that is a pretty hot story.” I wink at her.
“But when we met you the next day, in the hospital, I don’t think either of us have stopped thinking about you or talking about you ever since then.” My hands start roaming freely over her body again, punctuating my words.