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by B Jaye


  I didn't want to do it, but I didn't want to not do it, either. Finally I couldn't delay any longer. It was time for business. I slipped my hands under Charla's dress and found the rear waistband of her panties. Moving as surreptitiously as I could, I slipped them down so they were halfway down her thighs. Briefly I savored the downy flesh of her bare legs, and then sent a testing finger to her pussy. She was sopping wet already, which was a relief. Public sex without getting caught was a big enough problem already. If also had to spend time getting her in the mood, it was probably impossible.

  So far Charla and I had gotten friendly, but we hadn't broken any laws yet. That was about to change. I took my right hand and, praying that no one was looking, began unzipping the fly on my jeans. I was as hard as a rock already. I really wished that I could just bring this girl home and fuck her in a bed like grownups do, but she wasn't giving me that option. I had to play the cards that I'd been dealt.

  I snaked the index finger of my left hand into Charla's pussy and spread her juice around her lips, lubricating the opening. Meanwhile I used my right hand to pull my cock out of my pants.

  Here goes. I muttered a prayer to the gods of sex and lifted Charla's skirt over my cock. I pressed on her lower back with my left hand, urging her to lean over a bit, and then began pressing my cock home, into her wet, hot center.

  It was a lucky thing that Charla was wearing heels. She's not short, but if she had been wearing flats we would never have been able to make things work, not without making it obvious to everyone within a three-block radius what we were doing. But Charla's native height plus four-inch heels provided just enough elevation for my cock to slip home, and in a moment my eyes went wide at the sudden awareness that I was inside her. I was standing on a busy city street, pressed up tight against the backside of a sexy young woman whom I had just met, and my cock was firmly embraced by her wet pussy.

  I pulled Charla back into me and wrapped her in my arms in a way that I hoped looked from a distance as if we were simply hugging. Then I began moving my hips in very small movements, riding the rough border between giving her a proper fucking and keeping what we were doing a secret.

  Charla was loving it. She settled into an opposite rhythm to mine, pulling away when I was pulling out and pushing back into me when I was pushing in. We magnified each others' movements in a way that created wonderful sensations all along my shaft. Her hands were reaching back to hold my hips, and my hands were on hers, and together we rode out these sensations without letting our faces show anything.

  It was a hard thing to fuck while keeping an eye out for witnesses. I was torn between scanning for danger, so that if someone gave us a funny look I could maybe slip out of her in time, or focusing on giving and receiving enough pleasure that we could finish faster. In the end I stopped thinking entirely. I nearly forgot about the other people. All that existed in the world was this soft, fragrant girl who so wonderfully soft and curvy, and the fact that she was letting me fuck her slowly, carefully, and very, very quietly.

  It shouldn't have worked. Either we should have been caught, or the whole thing should have been so scary and distracting that I lost my wood and we had to stop. It didn't, though. It started out exciting, and it became even more exciting, until finally, with quiet gasps and small tremors, Charla began to orgasm. I was right behind her. Almost in the same moment I shot my load into her quivering pussy.

  Breathing hard, I slipped my wet cock out of her and shoved it back into my pants. I zipped my fly and then wrapped Charla in another embrace, as much to hold myself up as anything. We caught our breath and then, hand in hand, walked away from the crowd.

  We didn't have much to say to each other after that. After that sort of thing, what is there to say that won't seem anticlimactic? I flagged a cab for her, and right before she got inside she gave me a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. And with that she was gone.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Marissa greeted me with a conspiratorial smile the following Monday. "I hear you had fun on Friday."

  "Yeah," I said, smiling self-consciously. "Charla was great."

  Marissa smirked at me. "I'll bet she was."

  "I didn't mean it that way."

  "It's OK if you meant it exactly that way. Charla says you two got on very well."

  "Yeah," I said. "Do you think I should call her?"

  Marissa's face darkened. "Oh, no. Charla's not a two-date kind of girl. Not right now anyway. And besides, I already have someone lined up for you this Friday."

  I wasn't sure what to say. I'd been expecting another round with Charla. "Oh. OK. Who is it this time?"

  "Her name is Amina. She's really looking forward to meeting you. I'll call you later with the specifics."

  I smiled and nodded and took my coffee. Another girl. Another friend of Marissa's. I still found that a little intimidating, but Charla had been pretty outrageous and I had made it through that. The second date had to be easier, right?

  My first clue that things would not be easier came when I arrived at the address Marissa gave me. It was in the seedy part of downtown, and to get to the door I had to make my way past a couple guys doing a drug deal. My date was waiting for me outside.

  "You're Dave?" she asked, looking me up and down.

  "Yeah. You must be Amina," I answered. She was young, about Charla's age, and she had long blonde hair that I was pretty sure came from a bottle. Her left arm was decorated with an intricate tattoo featuring Jessica Rabbit and a mermaid brandishing a handgun.

  "C'mon," she said, and headed down the stairs into the club.

  I wasn't three steps down the staircase before the music reached into my chest and started to massage my heart. The bass was so powerful that it was a physical force pressed up against me. As we descended it got louder and louder, and when we hit the floor I felt completely overwhelmed. Red and blue lights flashed overhead, illuminating the bodies bouncing together on the dance floor.

  I could not have been more out of my element if we had gone to a lesbian bar.

  Amina was working her way through the crowd in front of me, calling out to several friends as we passed. I trailed behind her and hoped that I didn't look like a middle-aged dork, because I sure felt like one. Already my ears were ringing. I tried to take some consolation in that. With music this loud, I wasn't going to need to worry about making conversation.

  When we got to the middle of the floor, Amina turned to me, put her hands above her head, and started to writhe. It was a moment before I realized that she was dancing, and a moment more before I realized that she expected me to dance, too. I had hoped that I'd have a chance to get a couple drinks in me before I had to do this, but Amina wasn't giving me the chance. Sucking it up, I did my best to bounce in rhythm to the music.

  I'm not much of a dancer. In fact, I'm not a dancer at all. In college I danced when I had to, but if there was any other option on the table I would take it. I don't have anything against dancing, exactly, and I respect people who are good at it. I've just never figured out a way to do it that doesn't make me feel clumsy, awkward, and uncomfortable.

  If this were a different story, I'd tell you about how I discovered a hidden talent for dancing as soon as I hit the dance floor. This is my story, though, and in my story my dancing sucks. At first Amina looked as if she thought I was joking. Then she looked like she might laugh at me, before she finally shot me a look of disgust and turned to start dancing with some dude who was next to her.

  This was not going well. My date with Amina was right on the point of ending before it started. I had to do something to turn this around. My mind scanned for possibilities. I knew I had to get her out of this club. I was a fish out of water, and I had zero chance to impress anyone as long as we were there. But I also knew that I couldn't just grab her hand and leave. I needed to get her on my side first.

  I only had one card to play, and I played it. Back in the day, my wife and I took a bunch of salsa lessons. It's the only style of dance tha
t I can pretend to do well. Of course, only a moron would try Latin dance moves in a techno club. It would be stupid. People would point and laugh. On the other hand, I had exactly zero other options.

  Fortune favors the brave. I moved in and took Amina around the waist with my right hand. Her eyes snapped back to mine, startled. Looking deeply into her eyes, as I imagined a Latin lover might, I began swaying against her, my hips leading hers in a slow and sensuous circle. Then I took a step forward and back with my left foot, stepped to the side, and led her across me before resuming the close hold. It wasn't good dancing. It didn't have anything to do with the music that was playing. I had her attention, though, and that was enough for me.

  We swayed together for several beats. It was time to up the ante. I brought both hands up to her head, ran my fingers through her long, blonde hair, and then led her in another hip circle that was just this side of intercourse. Leaning in so my mouth was next to her right ear, I shouted above the music: "What do I need to do to get you out of here?"

  I pulled back a few inches so that I could see her answer. Her hands were on my shoulders, and I could see her appraising me, running through the pro's and con's. Finally she reached a decision.

  "You want to go back to your place?" she shouted.

  "Yes!" I yelled. And I did. Amina was a little too tarted-up for my taste, but she was young, she was pretty, and from what I could tell on the dance floor her body had all the things I liked.

  "OK," she yelled, and for a moment I was surprised at how easy that had gone. Then things got a lot more difficult. "Find us a girl to go home with, and I'll leave with you."

  I stared at her without comprehension for a moment. A girl? Why would we need another girl? Then understanding broke over me like a wave. She wanted a threesome. And she wanted me to set it up.

  I gave her a nod and headed off into the crowd. I had no idea what to do. How do you even start a conversation like that? "Excuse me, ma'am, but how would you like to have sex with two complete strangers? I promise that we're not serial killers." I couldn't imagine that conversation going well.

  With nothing better to do, I started scanning the room for hot women. There were quite a few to choose from. For the sake of practicality I eliminated the girls who were dancing. My quest was hard enough as it was, I didn't need the additional degree of difficulty of making conversation with someone who was already busy doing something else.

  There were four or five girls seated at the tables that encircled the room. Three of them were talking to their friends, and one of the two remaining gave off an angry vibe that chased me away. That left one girl, sitting alone and checking her phone. She had hair dyed red, but she was pretty, with big eyes and plump, kissable lips.

  She was the one. I stared at her from a distance for a long time, floating in a sea of anxiety and trying to quiet the beating of my heart. "Come on Dave," I said to myself. "You can do this. All you have to do is ask. The worst that happens is she says 'no.'" Which would have been a good speech if I had actually believed that was the worst, but in fact my brain was conjuring up all sorts of worst-case scenarios involving an angry boyfriend who would beat the shit out of me for even suggesting such a thing to his girlfriend.

  I really needed a drink, but the line at the bar was ten deep. I needed to do this, I needed to do it now, and I needed to do it sober.

  I took a deep breath. Ready or not, here I come. I sat down next to her. She glanced over at me.

  "Hi!" I shouted over the music. "Are you here alone?"

  "I guess so!" she shouted back at me. "My boyfriend, who's a fucking asshole, stood me up! He didn't even fucking call!"

  "That sucks!" I shouted in reply. Things were looking up. A girl who's pissed at her boyfriend is a girl who's more likely to do something spiteful and stupid, like going home with a strange couple. But still, I had no idea how to bring the topic up. How do you segue to something like that? Finally, I just blurted it out.

  "My girl and I really like you!" I shouted. "Do you want to get out of here?"

  She looked at me in silence for a long time, her mouth quirked in a half smile. I figured she was either flattered or amused, but I had no idea which it was. For long moments my fate hung in the balance, then the gods of sex smiled on me once again.

  "Sure, why not!" she shouted. "Let's go!"

  I grabbed her by the hand and made a bee-line for where I could see Amina dancing. Somehow this was happening and I wasn't going to give it the chance to unravel. I grabbed Amina with my other hand and headed for the stairs.

  While I hailed a cab, Amina and the new girl got acquainted. Her name was Shayna, and apparently I had hit pay dirt. Amina had admired her from afar, and was more than happy that she was the girl coming home with us. I was still in total disbelief that this was happening at all.

  Shayna sat between us in the cab. Amina was the first to kiss her. From what I could tell Amina had some experience in this sort of thing, while for Shayna it was maybe her first time with a girl. I was definitely getting into it now. Two girls kissing has always been a huge turn-on for me, and now I had two girls kissing right in front of me. I put a finger under Shayna's chin and turned her head to kiss her myself. Her lips lingered on mine. Her mouth was sweet.

  The cab driver was spending so much time checking us out in the rear-view mirror that it was a miracle we got back to my place alive. I couldn't get up the stairs and unlock my door fast enough. Shayna and Amina followed me in, holding hands. I was acutely aware that I hadn't kissed Amina yet, and after what she'd put me through I felt entitled. I grabbed her like I had on the dance floor and my mouth claimed hers. I was pleasantly surprised to find her tongue in my mouth a moment later. Part of me had been worried that she was here to fuck the girl and not me.

  Together, we stumbled to the bed. While the girls kissed, I worked on buttons and zippers and did what I could to get them naked. Bit by bit their bodies were revealed, and I discovered the differences between my two bed partners. Amina was if anything a little chubby, but her extra pounds were in all the right places: full breasts, wide hips, and an ass that was big enough to keep two hands busy. She was five or ten pounds overweight but she carried it really well. She looked voluptuous in a latter-day Marilyn Monroe kind of way.

  Shayna, on the other hand, was slim right to the edge of being skinny without quite falling over the edge. Her flat belly was decorated with a pierced navel, and her smooth white skin adorned slender hips and long legs. Her breasts were not as full as Amina's, but they fit her body perfectly, and she had little pink nipples that I wanted to suck all day long.

  Their naked bodies were entwined on the bed. I was really torn. On the one hand I wanted to get in between them and start kissing and caressing, but on the other hand I had two hot, naked women making out in front of me and I kind of wanted to watch. It was a good problem to have. Neither of them was paying a lot of attention to me, so I was left to undress myself, and that's what I did while I watched Amina flip Shayna over, get on top of her, and slide down to suck on her breasts.

  I pulled my pants and my briefs down, finally freeing an erection that had been demanding release for quite a while. I resisted the urge to work my cock while I watched them. I was seriously turned on, and for all I knew the girls would have enjoyed the sight of me masturbating, but I was fully aware of how lucky I was to be in this situation and I didn't want to risk coming.

  I climbed on the bed and confronted a logistical problem: when two girls are already having a lot of fun together, how do you join in without getting in the way and spoiling the mood? If this was a porn movie I would have just shoved my cock in Shayna's mouth, but that felt a little presumptuous. Instead, I kissed her and ran my tongue over her teeth. She opened her mouth and invited my tongue inside, and I was happy to oblige.

  Amina's head was down between her legs by now, so I continued to kiss Shayna while I played with her breasts. My cock was practically burning, and I knew I had to get into this game. I brushe
d Shayna's cheek with my fingers, and she opened eyes that were glazed with pleasure.

  "Will you suck me?" I asked. She nodded, and I got onto my knees. Shayna rolled her head to the side, and carefully I slipped my cock into her mouth.

  She swirled her tongue around the head and I groaned, putting my hands behind my head. My balls felt tight. I wanted to come. I wanted to give in and shoot in Shayna's mouth, but I didn't want to leave the game yet. Instead my hips began moving as I slowly fucked her mouth.

  Whatever Amina was doing between her legs, Shayna was loving it. Her moans were muffled by my cock in her mouth. I continued to fuck her face while I watched the incredible show they were putting on for me. This was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

  Then Shayna started to come, and she was shaking so hard that I pulled my cock out for fear that she might accidentally bite down on me. Her orgasm was loud, so loud that I was sure the neighbors were listening to it, and I had to smile. I was definitely scoring some points with the men in my building.

  Amina came up from between Shayna's legs with a wet face and a wicked smile on her face. I grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss so that I could taste Shayna on her lips. Her arms went around me and her soft, pillowy breasts compressed against my chest. Her hand came down and began working the shaft of my cock.

  I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. Apparently the feeling was mutual, because she shoved me backwards onto the bed and swung a leg over me. She took hold of my cock and guided it to her pussy lips.

  I flexed my hips upward and let out a hiss as it slid home. Amina's pussy was wet and tight. She started to bounce on me, and for the first time I noticed that the tattoo I'd seen on her left arm continued down her back to wrap around her waist. What the fuck was a girl like this doing, riding my cock? I had no answer, but I didn't need an answer. The fact that she was fucking me was more than enough.

  Shayna was watching us, her head propped on one hand and the other hand rubbing her clitoris. I took her behind the head and pulled her in for a deep French kiss. I fully intended to get inside her, too, before the night was done. But first things first. Amina was riding me hard, and her full breasts bounced up and down. Her head was back and her hands reached behind her, to rest on my thighs and stabilize her. Shayna broke off our kiss and shifted over, first to take one of Amina's nipples in her mouth, and then down to lick at the other girl's clitoris.

 

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