Party of Three
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I could no longer see what they were doing, but I could hear them and my imagination filled in the blanks. Desi was whispering, “I love your poster, mmm. I want to lick it.” And then I heard the sound of wet lips and skin. Next came Josh’s heavy breathing and moaning while the bed jiggled under the weight of Desi’s movements on top of him. I could hear her strangled breathing and small grunts as she took his huge cock into her mouth. In and out, in and out, slurping and sucking while Josh writhed beside me.
“Oh God, Des. Yes.” His voice was both deep and soft. Just the sound of him, the passion in his voice, the need, the timbre, sent a hot coil of blood and lust to the very center of me.
I should have gotten up right then and walked out. That would have been the rational thing to do. Why did I stay? The delusional part of me would claim it was because it was my damn bed, I was damn tired, I wanted to sleep in it and to hell with Desi and her boyfriend. The honest part of me would say I couldn’t leave. It had been so long since I’d made love, so long since I’d experienced anything remotely resembling intimacy, that Josh and Desi’s copulation mere inches from me was a huge, huge turn-on.
Chapter Two
So, instead of fleeing, I stayed. I stayed and listened. I stayed and discreetly rubbed my knees together, creating a wonderfully frustrating friction. Did I think Des and Josh would engage in some simple fellatio and then leave? I don’t know. I don’t think I was thinking that far in advance. All I was doing was listening and pretending.
But then Josh cursed and Des grunted and all went still. Even I held myself in check, though my pussy was throbbing with unspent arousal.
“Hey, doll, you awake?” It was Des. She’d crawled off of him and slipped up beside me, whispering in my hair with that come breath of hers.
“Mmm,” I mumbled, feigning sleep.
“Can we stay here?”
“This is my bed,” I said, but my words lost their conviction.
“So, can we stay?”
“Whatever.”
“I know.” It was Josh speaking now. Josh with his deep, soft voice and lovely, broad chest. Josh, who was Desi’s boyfriend. Josh, whose big, erect penis would now and forevermore be etched in my brain. “Why don’t I give you ladies a massage?”
“Ooh,” Des sighed as she lay down right beside me. “That would be nice.”
“Do you want a massage, Tina?” Josh asked.
“I’m okay.” I spoke the words into my pillow, hoping the cotton would disguise my desire.
“Yeah, she wants one,” Desi said. “Tina loves massages. And, Teen, Josh is really good.”
I grunted noncommittally. Hoping they would leave, praying they would stay. As it turned out, my prayers were answered. Josh knelt between us and then eased the sheet off of my back. Without a word he began massaging, his large right hand attending to Des while his left attended to me. I’m not sure how long the massage lasted. It could have been minutes or hours, but after a whispered suggestion from Des, Josh turned his attention wholly on me. His strong hands spanned my naked back, kneading and pressing, rubbing and caressing.
God, it felt so damn good to be touched. If Josh massaging my bare back was all that was going to happen, it would have been enough. But, of course, his hands strayed. They strayed after encouragement from Desi. They strayed after no discouragement from me. Around my ribcage and down to my waist, his kneading became gentler as he explored the front of me.
“Turn over, Tina.” It was Desi who said it, who commanded it.
Why did I turn? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. All I know is I felt like there was nothing in the world I would rather do than turn over so Josh could straddle me naked and touch my tits.
“Sweet Jesus,” Josh said when he first caught a glimpse of my ample chest. He rocked back onto his heels to get a better look, as if he didn’t quite believe what he saw. “Are those real?”
Desi answered for me. “You betcha. Those are grade-A titties, right there. Now, you be gentle, Josh. Don’t you hurt her.”
“Fuck me,” Josh whispered with reverence.
Me? It was like I was mute. Just thirty minutes ago my brain wouldn’t turn off; now it wouldn’t respond. I was flatlining. There was nothing going on in there. I was nothing but a physical being, as if my consciousness had left my body and was watching from above. Watching and getting off.
“Touch her.”
Josh didn’t need much encouragement. He moved his hands up to cover my breasts and squeezed. I closed my eyes.
“Kiss her. Suck her nipples.”
Josh’s mouth was warm. So warm. With his tongue, he circled my right nipple and then my left. He groaned as he suckled me. I groaned. Desi groaned. He used his hands to cup me so he could get his fill of me, and I raised my chest in order to aid him in his consumption.
“Kiss her lips.”
At first it was like Josh didn’t hear. He didn’t seem to want to budge from my breasts. He was having too much fun. Sucking and licking, biting and squeezing.
“Kiss her on the lips, Josh.”
He looked up then. I opened my eyes just in time to catch the meaningful glance that passed between them.
When Josh descended on my lips, I was lost. His mouth was the perfect combination of soft and hard. Wet but not too wet. His tongue was gentle as it prodded my lips apart, but not too gentle. He tasted sweet, like wine or whiskey, and maybe just a hint of Desi’s perfume.
“Kiss the rest of her. Kiss all of her.”
He nipped at my lips before he let them go. I strained forward to try to catch him before he moved on, but the weight of him pinned me to the mattress. It was then I felt his cock. I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed it before. Maybe because his lips had consumed me, overpowered me. Maybe because it had been so long. But once his lips left mine to trail down my neck and shoulders, I noticed the unmistakable bulge of his erection pinned between our bellies. God he was big. Big and hard. And when he shifted to kiss lower, his cock writhed across my thigh and down my leg as if it was a being unto its own.
That feeling of a hard, throbbing shaft thrashing against me was almost sufficient to bring me to orgasm. Almost. But not quite. It had been so long, felt so good: his lips on my breasts, my belly, my hips. I was vibrating from even the most innocent of caresses.
“Kiss her pussy.”
Fire shot through me when I heard Desi whisper those words. My skin flushed with anticipation. My heart beat an additional rhythm in order to supply enough blood to all of tingling parts. When Josh hitched his thumbs through the silk bands of my panties, I lifted my hips to help him. My vision blurred with anticipation of his tongue. I gazed down at him in disbelief—it was all happening so fast, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted him there, his thumbs spreading me wide, his heading ducking down between my thighs.
“Tongue-fuck her.”
I arched to meet Josh’s mouth, his tongue in between my folds, sucking on my clit, lapping at my labia. With encouragement from Des, he slipped his tongue into me and I knew in a matter of moments I would have one of the most un-fucking-believable orgasms I’d had in a very long time. His teeth scraped against my sensitive skin as he plunged his tongue up higher and farther, all the while parting me with his fingers so he could thrust inside me as far as he could go.
When I felt a finger prod my anus I bucked my hips in agony, in ecstasy.
“Yes. That’s it, babe.”
Josh tore his mouth away, just for a moment, and I gasped from the loss. But he did it only so he could finger me. In and out of my wet pussy, he drove his fingers until finally he withdrew, his fingers lubed with my juices, and slipped the middle one into my ass. Then his mouth returned to my cunt, his tongue thrusting with the fury of a summer storm.
“Oh, God!”
Who said that? I don’t know. It could have been me. I was getting close, so close. The pressure was insane. I could feel the friction between Josh’s finger in my ass and his tongue in my cunt and I could hardly control my
self, but still an orgasm eluded me.
It wasn’t until I opened my eyes and saw Desi that I went over the edge. She lay half propped at the edge of the bed, watching us. Her legs were spread, her hand busy, furious beneath the lace of her teddy. It was seeing my best friend finger-fuck herself that made me come right into her boyfriend’s mouth.
This time I knew it was my cries that rang through the room. My pussy quaked, my hips bucked, my orgasm so intense and powerful it was painful. I wanted to tear myself out from under Josh’s mouth and hand, but I couldn’t and his continued stimulation brought me to tears.
“Yes, baby! Yes!”
I opened my eyes to see Desi, eyes glowing as her hand pounded at her flesh beneath the black lace. And in that moment I wanted her hand to be mine. I wanted Josh’s mouth to be hers and I went completely hot, combustibly hot.
Then I went cold. Frigid, ice-shattering cold.
I rolled away from Josh’s mouth, Josh’s hands, Desi’s gaze.
What had I done?
On shaking legs I got out of bed, found my housecoat and secured it around me. Then, without another word, I left, only to lie awake for hours in Desi’s bed.
* * *
When I finally woke up, it was almost noon. There were a few blissful moments of ignorance when the events of the previous night were forgotten. But it didn’t take long before images of Josh and Desi seeped into my consciousness like water in a flooded basement. Surely it had all been a bad dream. Surely it was my overactive, underutilized libido that had created this realistic, incredibly erotic yet horrific scenario. But one look at my surroundings, at Desi’s bedroom, and I knew the truth.
How would I ever face her or Josh again?
Feeling like I was the worst sort of perversion around, I scuffled into the kitchen to make something to eat and decide what to do. While measuring the coffee grounds into the percolator, a wave of grief engulfed me as I anticipated the pending loss of my friendship with Des. One night of blissful sin would ruin a twenty-year friendship. How could it not?
Sure, I’d shared everything with Des: my hopes, my dreams, my loves, my hates. We’d even shared our relationships, every torrid detail of our various love affairs. Nothing was sacred. But never, never had we shared something like this.
In the twenty years since I’d known her, there’d only ever been one thing I’d kept from her. It took place three years ago and even though it was only one thing—a thing that lasted a mere hour or two out of the thousands of hours of our twenty-year friendship—it was big. Huge.
It happened with Desi’s boyfriend, Curtis. He was a military man, big, strong, a little rough around the edges, but he had a good heart. Des liked him. A lot. He came over the day before being deployed—he just dropped in. I thought he and Des had already said their goodbyes. Des had to go away on a business trip, and I was sure Curtis knew she wasn’t going to be home. But one look at his face and I could tell something was wrong. He didn’t look like himself. Curtis, the big, strong, tough man, looked young and confused. Hell, he looked scared.
I invited him in, poured him a drink and encouraged him to talk. The next thing I knew my hand covered his. He stared at my hand for a long time before he lifted it to his chest, where I could feel his heart hammering against his rib cage. I lifted my hand to stroke his face because it seemed like the natural thing to do. Then he leaned in toward me and placed his lips on mine. It was one of those kisses that are so soft and tender they make you catch your breath and bring instant moisture to the corner of your eyes. The kiss had the same effect on him as it had on me because the air shuddered inside his lungs, echoing the vibration inside my chest.
Then we fucked.
We were a couple of horny teenagers doing it for the first time, for the last time. We did it hard and fast and it all happened in such a crazy vortex of emotion I didn’t even have time to process what I was doing. After he left, I convinced myself I’d performed some sort of civic duty, a final booty call for one of our brave boys on the eve of his departure to risk his life in some far-off desert land to protect the freedom I take for granted.
I promised myself we would tell Desi when he got back. She’d understand. I knew she would. It wasn’t about love or even about the sex, it was about human contact. It was about fear and reassurance.
Only one problem. Curtis never came back. His body did, but Curtis didn’t.
Friendly fucking fire. What kind of moron came up with that euphemism? Damn, General, we have to have some kind of explanation for killing our own soldiers.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell,
We regret to inform you that your son, Private Curtis Mitchell, was killed by friendly fire. In other words, we did it. Oopsy daisy. Our bad. Sorry about that.
Signed,
The stupid fucking army.
So that was that. Curtis was gone, Desi was devastated, and by then it was too late to say anything. Did I consciously choose not to be with anyone since then? No. But if some psychoanalyst were to suggest I was completing some sort of self-imposed penance of celibacy out of guilt, I doubt I could refute the theory.
Clearly something was wrong with me because after nearly four years of denying myself any sort of carnal pleasure, what did I do? I made out with my best friend’s boyfriend—again. Right in front of her. Coming in his mouth. Right in front of her. The girl who I’d already betrayed, I betrayed again, this time to her face.
“Hey.”
I was so startled by Desi’s voice behind me I slopped coffee over the rim of my cup. Pulling my housecoat tight and with eyes downcast, I turned to the sink, grabbed a cloth and began wiping up the spill.
“Don’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“Avoid me and feel bad.”
I stopped wiping but still didn’t turn around. “I can’t help it. After what I did?”
“After what we did, Tina.”
I didn’t say anything. I mean, what was I supposed to say?
“Look at me.”
I was mortified. Here was my best friend and I didn’t think I could face her.
“Teen, turn around and look at me. You’re not going to go around blaming yourself for this too.”
I had no idea what she meant by that, but whatever it was, she’d managed to get me to turn around.
There were dark circles under Desi’s eyes. I expected that. What I didn’t expect to see was the glow in her cheeks. I also didn’t expect the unholy sparkle in her eyes.
“Des?”
She smiled. It was a slow smile but it was genuine. “I’m sorry we did that to you. Maybe you weren’t ready.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Josh and I. We’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“What?”
“Don’t go all righteous on me. It’s no biggie.”
“No biggie? Are you insane?”
Desi calmly poured herself a cup of coffee and then stirred in some milk and sugar. After a long sip she looked me up from top to bottom. “You know you’re every guy’s wet dream, don’t you?”
“Desi, would you stop talking crap.”
She shrugged. “I’m not talking crap. Everyone wants you. Petite frame, big tits, tiny waist, blond hair, blue eyes. I’ve been watching guys lust after you for years.” She took a sip of coffee. “So it was no big deal when I first caught Josh watching you,” she continued matter-of-factly.
“He doesn’t watch me.”
“Yes, he does. Around the pool, the beach. After your workout. He’s subtle about it. But he watches.”
“This was Josh’s idea? How could you go along with it? I’m your best friend!”
Desi moved closer so her hip was in contact with my waist. “It wasn’t Josh’s idea. It was mine.”
“Yours?” She was too close to me. I stepped away, but what I really wanted to do was run. “What are you talking about?”
“At first Josh pretended to be appalled, just like you’re pretendi
ng to be now. But then he warmed to the idea.” Des arched a single brow. “I’d say last night set him on fire.” She took a step toward me and draped her arms over my shoulders and said in that low, smoky voice of hers, “And you, my dearest and bestest friend, during the prime of your life, you’ve chosen this ridiculous life of celibacy. Then, just when it looks like you might fall off the abstinence wagon, you choose the worse possible candidate.”
“Who?”
“Kenton.”
“Kenton! At least a roll in the hay with him would have been normal.”
“Don’t count on it.”
I pulled out of her embrace and set my coffee down because my hand was shaking so much I was slopping coffee on me, burning the back of my hand. “And I suppose what we did is normal? C’mon, Des! This was not the way I planned to climb back aboard the sex train.”
“No. But this is how it is. And just so you know, after you left last night, Josh and I had the best sex we’ve ever had. Ever.”
“Stop it.” I covered my ears as if that could keep the carnal images of my best friend and her boyfriend from flitting through my mind’s eye.
But Desi didn’t stop. She kept right on going. “I came five times. Five times! Can you believe it? Jesus H. Christ. I thought I was going to explode. And it’s all because of you.”
I shut my eyes. Squeezed them tight, but that only made things worse. All I could see was Des with the same expression of lust she wore last night as she watched me orgasm while her boyfriend’s tongue was probing my pussy.
“You know, you’re not the first woman I’ve been with.”
“Huh?” I dropped my hands.
Des grinned at me and absently drew circles in the wet spot on the counter. “I’ve experimented.”
What was she trying to tell me? Something weird tickled in the pit of my stomach. It must have been the hangover.
“What about Josh?” I asked, completely confused.
She laughed. “You’re his first foray into that realm of three-play. But after last night, I can honestly say he’s going to want to explore further.”