“Aimee?” Both of us freeze as we hear Sarah’s voice in the hallway.
Aimee jumps off of me, scurrying to cover herself with her clothes from the floor. In a panic, she asks, “Sarah? Are you feeling okay? Do you want something?”
“No, I’m fine,” she stops at the open doorway and she realizes what’s going on. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I’m an egotistical bastard and desperately want a three-way with these two.
I sit up on my forearms. “You didn’t interrupt anything. We’re just getting warmed up for you,” my eyes practically undressing her as she stands before me. “Come join us, Sarah.”
I can see the hesitation in her face. Glancing over in Aimee’s direction, I check to see if she has the same look. Aimee drops her clothes to the floor, “Yeah, Sarah, come join us.” Her eyes dart from me to Sarah then she extends her hand, “Come on, Sar. It’ll be fun.”
Sarah slowly makes her way towards the bed but she has a very skeptical look on her face.
“Sarah, we’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I promise.”
She nods and takes a deep breath.
I stand up, walking around the bed to wrap my arms around her from behind and nuzzle my face into her neck. “Aimee and I have been having a good time in here,” her body feels stiff as a board. “Relax, Sarah, you’re too tense. We’re all here to have fun,” I whisper in her ear.
Aimee takes a step closer to Sarah and brushes the hair off of her face. I hold my breath as Aimee’s face inches towards Sarah’s and she softly kisses her on the lips. Sarah’s body tenses up again as she pushes herself back against mine.
“Kiss her back,” I moan lightly in her ear.
My balls tighten. I need a release, and I bring Sarah’s hand around to my cock, encouraging her to jerk me off. “That’s it, Sarah.” My hand is covering hers as she slides it up and down my shaft. I begin kissing her neck and I feel her let out a slow, shaky breath as her body moves closer to Aimee. I raise my head to watch the two of them kiss. At first, their kiss is tentative and innocent, but then Aimee’s tongue jets into Sarah’s mouth; teasing her. Sarah must be enjoying it because she grips my cock tighter and begins working me faster.
I take a step back and Sarah releases her grasp. I crawl onto my bed and lay back on my forearms to watch them. “Aimee, I want you to undress Sarah.”
Sarah slides her sneakers off while Aimee helps her with her shirt. Aimee takes her time, slowly touching and squeezing Sarah’s breasts outside of her bra; teasing me as much as Sarah, before finally ridding her of her shirt. The only thing on my mind is seeing these two going at it as I reach between my legs and begin stroking myself.
“Take her pants off, Aimee,” I instruct, the words barely coming out.
Aimee unbuttons Sarah’s jeans and slides them, along with her underwear, down her legs. Sarah stands there nervously with her pants around her ankles; she looks so pretty, yet so innocent at the same time. God, I’m going to fuck her so hard tonight.
“Sarah, take off your bra. I want to see all of you,” my voice turns into a growl as I stroke myself faster.
Sarah unhooks her bra and takes it off, then steps out of her jeans and her underwear. I stare at her; taking all of her in.
“Saint, let me help you with that,” Aimee purrs. As she crawls onto my bed and kneels behind me, she takes over stroking my dick.
Sarah is still standing in the middle of my room; frozen. She’s watching us intently, so I extend my arm out to her. “Sarah, come here,” I tell her smoothly and gently as Aimee jerks me off.
Sarah cautiously walks towards us, twirling her hair nervously.
“Te quiero besar,” I whisper to her.
She kneels on the bed, bringing her body closer to mine. I begin biting her chin softly, ending my bites with a lick, and I can tell she’s excited because her chest is heaving against mine.
“Jesus Sarah, you smell good,” I say, running my hands up and down her body; caressing her. Her skin is so soft it feels like silk and my hands stop briefly at her breasts. Lightly touching the tips of her nipples with my fingertips, her flesh colored peaks stiffen at my touch. She lets out a small whimper of pleasure. “Do you like that?” I breathe heavily into her ear.
“Yes,” she exhales.
My hands and mouth continue to explore her body. Slowly, I make my way down to her core; massaging it. She’s breathing hard as I tease her opening with two fingers. I dip my fingers into her pussy, then pull them out, then plunge them deeper into her, then pull out again. I keep this up until she’s begging for more.
“Sarah,” I gasp, “chúpame.”
She gives me a puzzled look.
“I want you to suck my dick.”
Her eyes show a touch of panic. “Sarah, please,” I beg her. My thumb finds its way to her clit. I begin circling over it lightly and her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Does that feel good, Sarah?”
She nods her head.
“Are you going to come, Sarah?” she nods her head again. “That’s a girl.”
“Okay,” she says shakily.
“Sarah, you’re not a virgin are you?” I question her as fear races through my body.
She lets out a small laugh, “No.”
A huge wave of relief falls over me. Thank Christ, I won’t be deflowering anyone tonight.
“Lie back,” Sarah says, with more confidence in her voice.
Aimee releases her hold on my cock as I lie down on my back. Sarah straddles my legs and immediately begins licking the head of my penis; teasing the slit with her tongue. My balls tighten with each lick and I feel a drop of pre-come release.
Aimee whispers something into Sarah’s ear. Sarah looks at Aimee and then to me. Both of the girls are smiling. “What are you two up to?”
A mischievous grin appears across Aimee’s face. “I’ll be right back,” and with that, she hops off the bed, and quickly walks out of the bedroom.
“Saint, you’re going to love this,” Sarah smiles bashfully.
I laugh. “Here I was thinking you were a virgin. Shit, you had me fooled.”
“Just because I’m quiet, doesn’t mean I’m a virgin.”
Aimee walks back into the room with a cup filled with ice. “Here you go, Sar. Go easy on him,” she giggles.
“Close your eyes,” Sarah’s voice is more assertive now as she realizes she’s in control.
Lowering my head onto the bed, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Just hearing the ice moving around in the cup sends a shiver down my spine. I know the ice is going to be cold on my dick.
“Now it’s your turn to relax,” Sarah gently runs an ice cube down the length of my penis.
“Ah, fuck that’s cold.”
“Shhh,” Aimee says. I feel her hair run over my bare chest; her lips touch my nipples, and her teeth gently rake across my chest. Arching my back, I let out a moan. No sooner does the moan escape my lips, than Sarah’s mouth wraps around my cock. My entire body jumps from the coldness of the ice in her mouth. She works her head up and down, swirling the ice cube around with her tongue, and the melted ice is running down my shaft; onto my body.
“Puñeta,” I grit my teeth, “me vas hacer venir.”
“What does that mean?” Sarah asks.
“It means that you’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s what we want,” Aimee says.
“Aimee, bring that pretty little pussy right here,” I point to my mouth.
“Gladly,” she laughs seductively.
Reaching down, I pull Sarah’s hair gently. “Sarah, I want you to ride me now. I have condoms in the top drawer of my dresser.”
With my eyes still closed, I feel the bed move, and a moment later I hear my dresser drawer open and then close again. A smile comes across my face. Fuck yes, this three-way is going to happen.
My bed moves again as Sarah straddles my legs, and I hear the ripping of the condom wrapper as she
slowly begins to stroke me again. Then, I feel the condom sliding all the way down my shaft to the base of my cock.
“Are you ready for us, Saint?” Aimee whispers softly in my ear.
“I was born ready, baby.”
Aimee sits on my chest at the same time Sarah eases herself onto my cock. Though Sarah says she isn’t a virgin, she definitely feels like one. She’s so tight; it feels like my dick is in a vice grip. “Ah fuck, Sarah, you feel so good,” I moan loudly. Her pussy greedily devours my cock as she lowers herself onto me.
I open my eyes. “Aimee it’s your turn, but I want you to turn around.”
She gives me a puzzled look. “Turn around?”
“Yeah, I want you and Sarah to kiss,” I say, with a Cheshire grin appearing across my face. “I wanna watch you two kiss while she’s fucking me, and I’m eating you.”
Aimee smiles. “You’re a naughty boy, Gabriel.”
The grin quickly disappears from my face. “Don’t call me Gabriel… I hate it when people call me that.”
“I’m sorry, Saint… I just…”
Interrupting her, I sigh, “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Now turn around and sit that pretty little pussy on my face.”
Turning herself around, she swings her right leg back over my face, and again I can smell the scent of her arousal as she lowers herself to my mouth. She spreads herself for me and I begin to torment her with my tongue.
Looking up over Aimee’s shoulder, I make eye contact with Sarah. Her eyes are locked on mine as I watch her body move up and down. As Aimee leans in to kiss her, Sarah’s eyes never leave mine; it’s as if she’s entranced. Eventually, I close my eyes and try to concentrate on Aimee and getting her off, but the idea of them making out is quite distracting. I apply more pressure on Aimee’s swollen bud and I hear her cry out in pleasure.
Sarah grinds her body into mine, trying to get me deeper inside her, and I have to stop to catch my breath. My balls are tightening at the soft sounds of Aimee and Sarah kissing and moaning. “Aw fuck, Sarah,” I murmur as I continue teasing Aimee.
Aimee’s breathing is becoming more rapid and I know she’s close. She begins moving her hips more as I quicken the pace of my tongue.
“Right there, Saint,” Aimee directs.
I stiffen the tip of my tongue and move it rapidly from side to side, showing no mercy. She lets out a gasp as her body begins to tremble.
Sarah begins riding me faster and her moans are becoming increasingly louder. I try like hell to stop myself, but it’s no use. Sarah’s pussy is tightly clenched around me and I feel myself start to come, her body is milking me to climax. A warm burst explodes into the condom as Sarah’s body is convulsing around my cock. “Christ, Sarah,” I gasp as another spurt jets out. I dig my fingers into Sarah’s thighs, trying to keep her still, but she’s fighting me as she keeps thrusting. She’s frantically trying to achieve an orgasm as her hips roll into mine. Her head falls back as she cries out. Aimee is now writhing on my face and the two girls simultaneously orgasm.
Aimee is the first to climb off of me and quietly slips into the bathroom. Sarah collapses onto my chest as I’m breathing heavily from the effects of what just occurred. “Sarah, you okay?” I feel her head nod against my chest. Brushing her hair away from her face, I caress her cheek, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired,” she yawns.
I hear the bathroom door open. “Awww, look at you two cuddling,” Aimee says, as she walks back into the room.
And, that’s my cue to get out of here. I don’t need either of them getting the wrong impression. In no way was I cuddling with Sarah, I was only checking on her to make sure she’s okay. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower.”
“Don’t be too long,” Aimee says as I walk by.
I roll my eyes as I walk out of my bedroom. Shit, shit, shit. She’s already getting ideas about us. Why can’t I ever seem to find a girl who just wants to fuck? Why do they always want more?
I take my time in the shower, hoping that the two of them will have fallen asleep by the time I’m finished. Then with a towel wrapped around my waist, I head to the kitchen. I’m dying of thirst and can really use a beer. Trying to be quiet, I open the door to the refrigerator and cringe as it squeaks. I spot the last Sam Adams and grab it off the top shelf, then pop the top off and take a swig as I lean up against the counter. Exactly how am I going to get these two home? It’s way too late to send them packing tonight, yet letting them stay here is a bad idea. Jimmy! I’ll text him and see if he and Stephannie are still out and about. Maybe they can swing by and pick up the girls.
Me – Hey, Jim! Whatcha up to? You wanna swing by for a beer?
Jimmy – You’re fuckin’ kidding, right? Steph isn’t talkin’ to me and I’m sleepin’ on the couch, thanks to you. I hope it was worth it.
Me – It was totally worth it.
Jimmy – But let me guess… now you want them to leave?
Me – How’d you know?
Jimmy – ‘Cause I know how you operate.
Me – So whatta you say?
Jimmy – I say goodnight and sweet dreams, lover boy.
Me – Come on, Jimmy!
After my last text, I never hear back from Jimmy. Standing in the kitchen, I slowly nurse my beer and contemplate what I should do. With no new ideas, I head back into my room. Both girls are sprawled out across my bed, fast asleep and totally naked. Peering back into the living room, I consider sleeping on the couch, but it’s so uncomfortable. I drop my towel on the floor and carefully maneuver myself onto the bed, while trying not to disturb either of them. Once I get myself comfortable, I stare at the ceiling. I begin thinking about my training tomorrow. Shit, Frankie was right, girls are a distraction.
I shake my head. Frankie’s always right; him and his damn rules. Rule number one: No girlfriends. He wants his fighters to be clear-headed and he says, “Broads only complicate things.” I’ve seen it happen first-hand. The girlfriend gets jealous that her boyfriend isn’t spending enough time with her, then she starts showing up at the gym and hanging out, which pisses Frankie off.
There was one time he actually kicked a fighter’s girlfriend out of the gym. He’d told her, “You’re too much of a distraction. Go wait in the car.” As you can expect, that ended badly. Frankie and Josh got into a screaming match in the middle of the ring and Josh ended up taking a swing at Frankie. Needless to say, once Josh walked out the door, he was no longer welcome at the gym. Frankie is a no bullshit kind of guy. If you have a problem with his rules, he’ll gladly show you the door.
Stephannie is Frankie’s only exception. He only allows Steph to come around because she and Jimmy have been together forever and she knows better than to interfere with Jimmy’s training. She’s aware of Frankie’s rules and follows them to a “T.” If she happens to stop by and Jimmy’s in the middle of training, she patiently waits for him in Frankie’s office; never interrupting.
“Why am I gonna be remembered as one of the greatest fighters of all time? ‘Cause I made mistakes.”
—Evander Holyfield
I wake wedged between Aimee and Sarah and I have to piss like a racehorse. That had to have been the most uncomfortable night’s sleep I’ve ever had. I probably would’ve been better off sleeping on the couch. Trying not to wake either of them, I untangle myself from Aimee’s legs, which are twisted around mine, and Sarah’s arm, that’s lying across my chest, and I ease myself off the bed.
I quietly walk to the bathroom and carefully shut the door behind me. Adrian’s bedroom is right across the hall from the bathroom, and he’s a pretty light sleeper, so I always try to be conscientious of that. He’s a bartender and comes home at all hours of the night. I’m actually not even sure he’d come home last night, but there’s no need for us to run into each other in the hallway while I’m naked. Even though it certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen me in a compromising position.
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Taking care of business, I figure a nice hot shower will wake me up, so I turn the faucet on and step in. Standing directly under the showerhead, I let the steady stream beat down on my back. Then I move my arms, shoulders, and neck in a circular motion to loosen my stiff muscles. With my body relaxed and my mind clear, I am where I need to be… training mode. I know exactly what I need to do to get myself ready for this fight and going out and drinking on a nightly basis is not one of them. Last night was the last night of partying until my victory celebration.
Turning the water off, I step out of the shower. I peer down at my watch, and realizing what time it is, I quickly dry myself off then rush into my room. I rummage through my drawers looking for clothes. Looking down at my watch yet again, I need to hurry up and get to the gym. Frankie’s going to chew my ass out if I’m late. Another one of his rules: He does not tolerate lateness, especially when you’re training for a fight. After getting dressed, I begin to search for my sneakers. I retrace my steps from the night before with no luck. Where the fuck did I take them off? Then it dawns on me to look under the girls’ clothes that are in piles on the floor. I find one sneaker under Sarah’s jeans and the other under Aimee’s shirt.
Sitting gently on the corner of my bed, I begin to lace up my sneakers. My training, this morning, will begin with running to the gym. Running is one of my least favorite parts of training, but Frankie insists on it. He tells us that cardio is good, it helps us build stamina for when we’re in the ring. “What good is taking a punch, if you’re gonna be winded by the third round?” he’d bark at me.
I look over my shoulder at Aimee and Sarah; both still fast asleep in my bed. “Fuck,” I say, looking at the clock. Frantically, I look around my room for a piece of paper to write on. I have to leave and I can’t wait for them to wake up. My ass needs to be at the gym in thirty minutes or Frankie’s gonna have my head. Finding an old crumpled up envelope on my dresser, I grab it and then rush into the kitchen for a pen.
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