by J P Books
“I think calling anyone ‘the fat girl’ is despicable, but it doesn’t apply to you regardless. You’re gorgeous. Your curves should be worshipped every day.” I run my thumbs around her nipples as Drake shifts himself to kneel on the ground between her legs.
He starts to kiss her, worshipping her as I suggested, and I keep talking.
“You’re not just sexy, but the fact that you’re too humble to believe it about yourself is beautiful and sad at the same time. You should be proud of yourself, as we’re proud to be with you. But you’re more than just a hot body.”
I can feel her warming underneath my hands as she listens to me and slowly lets herself enjoy the feelings she’s experiencing.
“You’re sweet and smart.” Drake’s head dips to kiss her over top of her panties, and she lets out a small gasp, lifting her hips a little.
I pull her hair to one side and kiss her neck. “You have the most incredibly soft skin.”
“You have the most surprising one-liners when you’re in the middle of an easy conversation.” She leans sideways to give me better access to her throat.
Drake pulls off her panties finally, and leans forward to kiss, lick and suck the sensitive folds directly. “You smell like heaven.”
She’s panting and her eyes are closed, giving herself completely to the moment.
“You have the most amazing focus.” I see goosebumps raise on her arms as I run my fingers lightly across her belly. I love feeling her flex and writhe beneath my fingers.
I decide I’ve talked enough. She’s not hearing my words anymore, she’s only feeling now. We’ll prove to her how stunning she is with actions, not words.
Drake is completely in sync with me and chooses this moment to stop his feasting. He quickly moves the coffee table out of the way and clears a space on the floor. Without wasting a moment, he lifts her up and gently sets her back down in the middle of the living room.
Drake and I both strip our clothes off and he darts into the bedroom to grab a couple of condoms, tossing one at me and then returns to his position between her legs.
This happens in less than a minute, but it’s so predictive of what will come that I become rock hard in seconds.
“You’re so wet baby,” Drake says, the desire apparent in the gravelly rasp to his voice.
“I want you,” she gasps. “I need you inside me, please.”
He doesn’t waste any time but rips open the tiny package and slides the condom over his large cock. Watching him makes me throb my own sense of anticipation.
I kneel near Nicole’s head to watch and lean forward to fondle her incredible tits. As I do, I feel a light, hot, wet sensation run up my shaft that makes me draw in my breath as a flash of electric desire runs through me.
I look down to see Nicole smiling, and reaching for my cock, bringing it to her mouth. I groan and realize that I’m nearly ready to come already.
Her moan vibrates over my dick and I must focus not to explode instantly as she sucks.
I mistakenly look over at Drake, who’s moving inside her while he watches her suck my cock. The entire visual is almost too much for me. This might even be more erotic than our first time.
“Oh my god, you guys are going to make me come,” I gasp in warning.
She sucks a few more times then pulls me out of her mouth and starts to pump my cock with one hand while holding the base with her other. Every time she gets near the head of my cock my body trembles and I can feel the explosion get closer and closer.
I straighten up and grab my ass, arching my back as she works her magic. I can’t hold it in any longer.
I fix my eyes on her gorgeous breasts and imagine my come spurting out over her body. The visual is the last erotic touch and I lose myself in the pulsing and throbbing that rules my body.
As the last contractions slow, I open my eyes again. Her chest is glazed with a creamy trail. She softly releases my tender cock and trails her fingers through the mess, using the moisture to lubricate and tease her nipples.
She moans in pleasure and I watch, mesmerized as she and Drake continue to move to their rhythm.
He lowers himself onto his arms over top of her, leveraging his large body for deeper penetration. She whimpers and arches her body towards him.
She’s grinding against him as he drives into her, and softly grunting with need.
I watch as her fingers grasp at the carpet beside her, searching for something to grip. I offer one hand and she takes it, squeezing hard.
Drake’s eyes are locked on her face. I imagine him holding in his own pleasure as he focuses on bringing Nicole to orgasm.
It won’t take long, I think.
After another few minutes of this frenzied pace, she gasps and starts to move against him harder, and faster.
She’s panting and, even though I’ve already been completely drained, I feel tingles in response to this erotic vision.
“Yes,” she gasps, her body rising in her need.
“Oh god,” is the final plea, and I watch her face contort in pleasure and her body writhe with the contractions of her orgasm.
She’s gorgeous and I fill with an incredible sense of pride and happiness, knowing this orgasm is partly my doing, even though Drake is the one inside of her. It’s interesting to be a part of a threesome, getting this new perspective.
I squeeze her hand, pet her hair and lean in to kiss her deeply as her body relaxes. She doesn’t stop moving though, continuing the rhythm as Drake brings himself ever closer to his final release as well.
The thought is arousing, and I kiss her even more deeply as we listen to his grunts of appreciation. I know he’s enjoying the show.
After only a minute, he lets out a satisfied, “Fuck!” and I know the three of us have all gained as much satisfaction from each other as we possibly could in one experience.
He collapses beside her, and I release her mouth, smiling down into her contented face.
If only we could stay just like this forever.
EPILOGUE
One Month Later
Nicole
I’m more nervous that I think I’ve ever been in my life as I wait for Larissa and Stephanie to show up.
I invited them over to Drake’s apartment – our apartment – for a wine night while the guys are on duty. They’re leaving in a few hours for their next 24-hour shift. I always miss them when they go, but I’m dreading this particular separation more than usual.
The dorm rooms are fully functional again but I’m not moving back in. I’m staying here and I’m going to have to explain what’s going on to my roommates.
Ex-roommates, I cringe inwardly. This is not going to be fun.
They’ve been pestering me for details since the first night I spent here, but I’ve avoided them until now. I’ve had the excuse that it’s just easier to stay put, but I can’t fall back on that any longer. Not with my dorm room back in order.
They know something’s going on, but I just don’t know how I’m going to explain the three of us. I’ve never been so happy or felt so at peace in my life. I finally feel like I belong in the skin I’m in.
And it’s so much more than that. Drake and Logan are incredible. Funny, smart, caring, strong…pretty much everything a little girl dreams of in the man she hopes to end up with. I get two of them.
And the sex.
Oh, my goodness, the sex. It’s a constant adventure. Drake and Logan had never shared a woman before, and I’ve never had two men at once before. We’re learning every day about all the ways we can touch and explore each other.
I know they both want me, but they’re getting so much more comfortable with each other and themselves as well. There’s no jealousy or competition.
I don’t want to say love. I can’t say love. Not after only one month. But it feels a lot like love.
How do you explain that to your two best friends?
I’ve always been the shy, res
erved, go-home-early girl. Now I’m the does-2-guys-at-once girl.
Until I realized I’d have to explain it to my friends, I didn’t think of it that way at all. We’re just together. None of us planned to have a threesome once, let alone find ourselves in a complete polyamorous relationship.
It just happened, and it works, and none of us want it to end.
But how do you explain that?
When Logan, Drake and I sat down and discussed me staying here permanently, we also talked about how unconventional things are. And how little we care. All three of us are deliriously happy and what other people think won’t influence our relationship.
They’ve already told the guys at work, and it went over so well as to be slightly anti-climactic. I’ve met quite a few of the firefighters now, and as a whole, they seem to be quite traditional. Nearly everyone is married or in long-term, committed relationships.
But men see sex differently. While it’s true that some more traditional men have hang-ups when it comes to having other men’s penises near them, they’re also really comfortable with showing off their equipment and how well it works.
Especially in a very male dominated, family-like environment like the fire station, it’s not unusual for men to jerk off watching porn together. This was news to me, but it helped me understand why Logan and Drake were so comfortable seeing each other.
I would have been mortified if one of my girlfriends had ever caught me using my vibrator, let alone started and finished together.
But I’m seeing how limited my ideas of sex and relationships used to be and loving how it feels to let myself out of those strict boundaries.
Larissa and Stephanie have always been so much more open and carefree than I let myself be, so I’m hoping they’ll be happy for me.
I miss my girls and I want them to understand. Is it too selfish of me to want to be the one that everyone’s happy for, finally?
Most of my brain is telling me they’re going to shriek and jump up and down and get all girly giddy. Maybe even jealous.
But a very annoying part of me is imagining faces of disgust generations worth of judgmental discrimination. I know my friends aren’t like that, but I can’t help but worry.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up suddenly, and I smile knowing this has nothing to do with my nerves. I feel the warmth of breath on my neck, followed by a sweet kiss.
“You’re still nervous, aren’t you?” It’s Logan and I melt back into him, tilting my head to encourage more kisses.
“Mmm,” I answer him, getting an amused chuckle in response.
I sigh, partly in bliss and partly in frustration at myself, and turn around to face him. He hugs me tightly and rests his chin on the top of my head.
“It’s going to be fine. From everything you’ve told us about Stephanie and Larissa they’re going to be super happy for you and probably try to arrange a 5-way orgy.”
That makes me snort, imagining the likelihood of Larissa suggesting just that. “I know,” I say, giving him a squeeze and looking up into his face. “You’re right, but I’m terrible at talking about my personal life in general, and this just makes me feel vulnerable.”
He gives me a slightly sad smile but doesn’t comment. He and Drake have done a lot for my self confidence since we met, and I know he’d love to lecture me on how wonderful I am, but he always seems to know exactly when that won’t help.
I just can’t get enough of this man. As I think about how much I appreciate it, my mind wanders and I remember how much I appreciate his body.
It doesn’t take much to make me a little moist between the legs. Logan senses my change in thoughts instantly and gives me a sly smile with a raised eyebrow.
I match his look. “You know what might give me just the confidence I need for tonight?”
Letting out a growl, he picks me up without any warning and walks me over to my bed. He tosses me down and stands over me, looking sexy as hell.
“I might not know exactly how the conversation with your friends is going to end, but I’ve got a pretty good idea of how it’s going to start…”
“Oh yeah?” I prompt. “And how’s that?”
“They’re going to take one look at your hair and know that it would take two men to muss it up so much.”
His smile and easy banter make me laugh, all the while my heart is swelling and my panties are getting increasingly wet.
“Drake! You better get in here! Nicole needs a story to tell her friends when they get here.”
Before he’s even done calling out to the third member of our happy triangle, he falls on me with his hands up my shirt and his mouth claiming mine.
I wrap my body around him automatically and can’t stop myself from grinding against him with instant need.
After a few minutes of making out like teenagers, we hear Drake come in the room.
“I love it when you start without me,” he says, without a trace of sarcasm in his voice. “God, you guys are hot.”
As Drake joins us, I give one more fleeting thought to my upcoming dinner party before losing myself to the passion of the moment:
How can something that feels so good and so right, possibly be anything but inspiring?
Logan pulls my shirt off over my head and then gets rid of his own.
As he trails kisses down my neck towards my breasts, he murmurs something against my skin that I don’t quite catch.
“Hmm?” I ask, not overly interested in anything beyond the sensations shimmering through my skin.
He pulls himself away from my body and shoots a glance at Drake, who gives him a nod and a smile.
“Drake and I have been talking, and we wanted you to know something before your friends get here.”
He looks so serious that my heart skips a beat and my eyes dart between the two of them, wondering what’s going on.
“It’s nothing to be scared of,” he adds quickly, seeing my immediate nervousness. “It’s just that we thought you might feel more confident telling your friends about us if you knew for sure that we aren’t just interested in your body. We’re not in this just for the sex.”
He takes a quick bite at my nipple, assuring me that they still enjoy the sex.
“What Logan’s trying to say is that we love you. Both of us. We’re both very much in love with you, Nicole.”
Could I ask for anything more?
THE END
Her Two Professor Daddies
CHAPTER 1
Jessica Garcia leans back in her chair, stretching her long legs out in front of her. The lecture hall is dark and warm and she can hear more than a few people snoring in the rows around her. She can’t blame them. After all, the three-hour class is long, not to mention inconveniently timed right after lunch. Though, while she can’t blame them, Jessica has never been tempted to sleep through this particular class. Methods of Mathematics, definitely. Introduction to Essay Writing, without question. But Animal Communication? Never. Two years into her Integrated Biology degree at Berkeley, Animal Communication is her favorite class.
Her friends joke that she only likes it so much because the profs – Weston Tallard and Daniel Wolovsky—have been unanimously voted the hottest profs in the department. But that’s not the reason.
Well, it certainly doesn’t hurt, Jessica admits as she watches Professor Wolovsky identify and explain patterns in monkey verbalizations. Even from twenty rows away, she can make out the well-defined muscles of his shoulders and arms through his button-down shirt.
But even if the professors had been ugly old hags, Jessica is certain that she would still love the class. The topic fascinates her. Even as a little girl, she’d always loved the idea of being able to talk to animals. To share their world with them.
Especially when I was twelve and my own world was collapsing around my ears.
And here she is, almost a decade later, actually learning, if not how to speak to animals, then at lea
st how they speak to each other. And she finds it just as enthralling now as she did then.
“And that’s where we’re going to leave it for today, I think,” Professor Wolovsky says, his bright blue eyes peering out into the dark mass of students. “Before any more of you fall asleep on me.”
There’s a ripple of laughter from those still paying attention – including Jessica – and a few students elbow their friends awake.
“I have a few things I want to say, however, before we pack up and you guys disappear into the wilds of the Bay Area,” Wolovsky smiles winningly.
Again, more laughter.
“Professor Tallard and I had hoped to make this announcement last week so that everyone would have a bit more time to prepare, but, alas, the Gods of Grants didn’t agree.” Wolovsky shuffles some papers on the podium and runs a hand through the thick black wave of hair that curls down over his forehead. “That aside, we are very, very pleased to announce that we have, at last, received funding to run a study on the Ateles geoffroyi ornatus in Costa Rica this summer.”
There’s a hum of whispers and several students sit up straighter.
“For those of you just rejoining us now, the Ateles geoffroyi ornatus, aka the ornate spider monkey, is the monkey I have just spent the last hour talking about.” Wolovsky gives them the ironic half-smile that his students know only too well.
“I swear I come every time he does it,” Jessica’s friend Breeze once admitted while they were out drinking with friends one night.
“I can’t blame you,” their friend Josh replied. “That smile makes me seriously question my sexuality. I always thought I dug ladies, but then Wolovsky smiles that smile and I’m just not so sure anymore.”
Jessica isn’t immune either. It makes her skin flush and her pussy tingle.
“The grant we’ve been awarded will allow for Professor Tallard, myself, and one student intern to spend three months in Costa Rica studying the ornate spider monkey. Our focus will be on communication within family groups.”