“Uh-oh. Watch out, Alex,” Douglas said. “You know how she gets when she’s drunk.”
I tilted my head and finished the last of the champagne in my glass before holding it out for another refill from Alex’s bottomless bottle. “Do tell, Douglas. How do I get?”
“Oh, love, you know how you get,” Alex answered good-naturedly as he refilled my glass. “Don’t you?”
Alex, more so than the other two, always knew how to calm me down from one of my bitchy moods. I looked into his twinkling green eyes and smiled. I covered his hand with mine, wondering if I dared move his hand just a couple of inches higher. The thought made me squirm and sigh.
“Oh yeah. I remember now.” I licked my lips, noting the way his gaze followed the tip of my tongue from one corner of my mouth to the other. “I get very needy when I’m drunk.”
“Very needy,” Alex said. “That’s certainly one way of phrasing it, babe.”
“She’s needed me on more than one occasion.” Douglas smirked, giving Neil’s shoulder a nudge as if the whole thing was a big joke. “Haven’t you, doll?”
I pouted. “I don’t remember.”
“I remember.” Alex topped off my champagne glass. “Douglas’ birthday, three years ago. You did naughty things with his birthday cake and then you disappeared into his bedroom for a good half-hour—”
“It was an hour,” Douglas interrupted.
“Fine, a good hour. And when you came out you had birthday cake in your hair—”
Douglas laughed. “Among other places.”
“I did not!” Of course I had, but I felt like I needed to defend my feminine honour in the face of their laughter at my exploits.
“Then there was that night we got thrown out of that club – what was the name of it? – because you pulled me into the bathroom. The women’s bathroom,” Alex went on.
I glared at him. “My zipper broke on my dress.”
“Before or after he went into the bathroom with you?” Douglas asked.
Neil had remained quiet through their ribbing, but now he finished his beer and shook his head. “You’ve never needed me.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he was right. All of my drunk fooling around over the years had been with Alex and Douglas, mostly because I knew they didn’t take it more seriously than what it was. Neil was different, though. I always suspected he had a bit of a thing for me and while I adored him and thought he was sexy as hell, his attraction was purely physical. I might play with the boys, but Simon had my heart and I felt like that was the one part of me Neil might demand if I let things go too far. But, like earlier, I was starting to wonder what I had missed.
“My loss.” I gave Neil a sad smile. “You know I love you anyway, right?”
“I don’t think we’re talking about love here,” Neil said, looking away as the limo moved through the quiet city streets.
The mood had shifted in the limo and I looked at Alex with dismay. Sensing my discomfort, he offered, “Well, the night’s still young – and she’s definitely drunk.”
The men laughed, even Neil, and I relaxed a little. It was hard to think about Neil’s hurt feelings with Alex’s hand making slow, sensual circles on my thigh. I wriggled against him, which moved Alex’s hand just a bit higher on my leg and under the edge of my dress. He was so very close to touching my pussy I considered how much more I could slide down before I would be on the floor. It was a fleeting thought – and an unnecessary one. Alex spread his fingers on my thigh. His long fingers. Then he wiggled them lightly against the edge of my panties. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“Guess she’s feeling needy,” Neil said. “Is the bride-to-be wet already?”
I made a face at him. “That’s rude.”
“Yes, it is,” Alex agreed. “And I don’t know if she’s wet.”
They laughed at me again. I couldn’t help but laugh with them as I enjoyed the feeling of Alex’s finger rubbing lazily against me. “You are all bad,” I said. “And I love it.”Alex leaned down to whisper in my ear, “If you spread your legs just a bit, love, I promise you will love it even more.”
How can a girl say no to that? I did as he suggested, spreading my thighs far enough apart that my dress rode up to my hips and gave Douglas and Neil a glimpse of my lacy white panties. I watched them watching me, getting more and more turned on by the way the night was going. Alex cupped my panty-clad pussy and gave it a gentle squeeze. I gasped, Douglas groaned and Alex made an appreciative sound low in his throat. Neil just stared, his heavy-lidded eyes watching me. I looked past him and saw another pair of eyes staring at me from the rear-view window. I smiled and winked, thoroughly enjoying the attention.
“Oh yes, the little minx is quite wet,” Alex confirmed. “Despite your little white virginal panties, I think you’re the bad one, Victoria.”
I nodded in agreement. “Oh yes, I’m quite bad.”
“Should I stop then?”
By way of an answer, I covered his hand again and pressed it to my pussy. “You’d better not.”
“We’re almost to the highway,” the driver announced. “Shall I make one last rest stop before the drive to Las Vegas?”
Just then, Alex slipped a finger under the edge of my panties and pushed just the tip into my pussy. “Yes,” I gasped. Then, quickly added, “No, no! That won’t be necessary.”
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
I met the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror again, wondering just how much of our back-seat antics he could see.
“I’m sorry, we were talking about something else,” I said breathlessly as Alex pushed his finger inside me just a little bit farther.
Douglas and Neil exchanged amused looks.
“This is the best conversation I’ve ever had,” Neil said, seeming to have recovered his sense of humour. I liked him better this way – my familiar old friend instead of the one who might have gotten away.
I stuck my tongue out at them. “Just drive, please.”
“Certainly, ma’am,” the driver said. “We should be in Las Vegas in a little under three hours. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I wouldn’t mind doing a little less talking,” Douglas said. “I think actions speak louder than words.”
I heard something in his voice that promised pleasure. For me. The combination of champagne and familiarity had left me utterly without inhibitions.
“What would you like to do, Douglas?” I asked, raising my hips to Alex’s questing hand. Alex obliged me by sliding his hand down the front of my panties and giving my bare pussy a squeeze.
Douglas slipped to his knees on the floor of the limo. “I’d like to have my mouth too full to talk.”
“Seems like she’s already occupied,” Neil commented. Whatever his feelings for me, he was clearly enjoying the show.
As if by silent agreement, Alex withdrew his hand from my panties and pulled the lacy fabric to the side. My bare, bikini-waxed – and increasingly wet – pussy was exposed to Douglas’ view. He moved forwards between my legs, pushing my knees apart with his hands. I squirmed on the seat, my pulse quickening in anticipation of what was to come. But Douglas made me wait. He stared at my exposed pussy, nostrils flaring as if he was taking in my scent. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my aroused flesh. The silence in the limo was almost tangible – even the road sounds seemed to have faded beneath the pounding of my heart.
“Lick her,” Alex said, giving voice to my silent plea. “She’s dying for it.”
Douglas looked into my eyes, one eyebrow cocked, as if seeking my permission.
I nodded. “Please.”
His tongue felt like velvet on my engorged sex. With the broad flat of his tongue, he lapped at me. I moaned, raising my hips to his mouth, wanting more. He licked me slowly, as if we were alone and had all the time in the world, his tongue dipping between the valley of my pussy lips and up over my swollen clit. Again and again, he licked me with those slow, m
ethodical strokes designed to torment me even while they gave me pleasure. I moved my hips against his mouth, seeking more.
Alex slipped the strap of my dress over my shoulder, exposing my breast. Then he dipped his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. I moaned, tugging the other strap down and cupping my breasts, offering them to Alex’s lips. Douglas shifted lower, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he devoured me with his mouth.
I looked at Neil. He watched the three of us, his expression one of barely controlled lust as his hand moved slowly over his crotch. It excited me to know he was watching – an observer rather than a participant. I wanted more, though. I wanted to see him stroke himself. I opened my mouth to say just that, but Alex chose that moment to flick my clit with his finger as Douglas dipped his tongue between the lips of my pussy. I moaned, the combination of sensations driving me out of my mind and to the brink of orgasm. I tucked my head against Alex’s shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed as I pushed my aroused body at the two men who pleasured me.
“She’s going to come,” Alex said. “Lick her faster.”
Douglas’ tongue licked along my wet opening while Alex stroked my clitoris with his fingertips. I clutched at Douglas’ hair and tightened my thighs around his bent head. Every muscle in my body went taut, my damp skin feeling hypersensitive in my arousal. Then Douglas sucked my clit – and Alex’s finger – into his mouth and I came.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped, nearly sliding off the seat as my orgasm slammed into me. “Oh God!”
“You naughty little girl. Come hard for us,” Alex whispered in my ear. “Come on his tongue. Show us what a very bad girl you are.”
I rode wave after wave of orgasm as Douglas nursed gently at my throbbing clit. Alex rubbed his wet fingertip over my nipple and sucked it into his mouth again, his soft moan telling me just how much he was enjoying the experience. When I gently nudged Douglas away from my sensitive clit, his mouth shiny with my wetness. He grinned and licked his lips. “Delicious.”
“Thanks,” I said, feeling a little light-headed.
Alex squeezed my pussy again.
“So juicy. I don’t think you’re done.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so either.”
Douglas moved my legs off his shoulders and shifted on to the bench seat beside me. Now, Alex and Douglas sat on either side of me while our silent observer sat across from us. If Neil felt left out of our debauchery, he didn’t show it. He smiled, sipping his beer and looking from my face to my still spread legs.
I took a steadying breath, my pulse still throbbing. “This is turning out to be quite a bachelorette party.”
“If you were a guy, we would be at a strip club right now buying you lap dances from pretty girls pretending to get off,” Alex said.
“Pretty girls stripping for me.” I contemplated that for a moment. “That wouldn’t have been so bad. But sexy boys stripping and getting off for me would be infinitely more fun, I think.”
For the first time – perhaps ever – I think I shocked them. Alex and Douglas went very still on either side of me. Neil glanced through the tinted window at the darkness racing by. I giggled at their sudden incongruous modesty.
“C’mon, you have seen each other naked at the gym countless times,” I said. “What’s the big deal about getting naked for me?”
There was a lot of throat clearing and looking anywhere but at me, while I shook my head in feminine disgust. Men who thought nothing of revealing the naughtiest, kinkiest details of their sex lives, not to mention watching me expose myself and writhe in pleasure in front of them, were suddenly shy schoolboys when it came to stripping down in front of each other.
Alex was the first to break the awkward silence. “Naked and, er – naked – are two different things.” He gestured towards his lap where his erection made an impressive tent. “I wouldn’t want to intimidate these guys, after all.”
“Yeah, right,” Douglas snorted. “That’s the reason I don’t want to strip in front of you – I’m intimidated by your enormous dick.”
“Mmm,” I murmured, running one fingertip along the hard ridge of flesh in Alex’s pants. “Enormous dick. I vaguely remember . . .”
Alex snorted. “Vaguely? I’d think it would be etched in your memory.”
While the three of us were joking around, Neil watched and kept silent. I studied him as Alex and Douglas continued to trade barbs about the size of their equipment. Though his body appeared relaxed, with his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms across the back of the seat, he was staring at me hungrily. I liked the way he looked at me, as if I were the only thing that could satisfy him. It reminded me of Simon.
“You’re awfully quiet,” I said. “What do you think, Neil?”
He shrugged. “It’s your party, babe. If you want me to get naked and jerk off, I’ll get naked and jerk off.”
Suddenly, I lost all interest in Alex and Douglas. They were familiar, predictable. Men’s men. Or boys’ boys. They’d goad each other into doing something neither of them would willingly do on his own. On the other hand, Neil – whom I had always assumed to be the more prudish of the three – was willing to do whatever I wanted without coaxing or bribery. I loved it.
“That would be . . . delicious,” I said, searching for just the right word. “You’d do that for me?”
Neil nodded solemnly. “If that’s what you want.”
“I guess Neil is the only one who wants to make me happy,” I teased.
Douglas and Alex were quiet, sitting on either side of me like silent bodyguards. I could almost feel the tension in the confined space as they contemplated what Neil was agreeing to do – and what they didn’t want to do. Neither wanted to back down, especially when they thought they had the upper hand over Neil, who had missed out on the fun thus far. Their desire for whatever kinky games might transpire once they were naked was still outweighed by their heterosexual drive to be the only man in play.
While they considered their options, Neil made the first move. If he was embarrassed to strip down while the three of us watched, he didn’t show it. He only had eyes for me as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. While there is a certain pleasure in watching a man undress, I found myself anxious for him to hurry. I had never seen him naked before. I had never even kissed him, much less touched his bare chest. Suddenly, I was sure the look in his eyes was mirrored in my own. Desire. Need. A pull so strong it was almost physical. I wanted him. And since this was the only time I would ever have him, I wanted to take my time enjoying him.
Part of me felt guilty for ignoring Alex and Douglas as Neil stripped off his shirt to reveal a lean torso and finely sculpted muscles. These two men had been my friends and play partners in the past and there was no reason to exclude them now, even if my attention would be focused on Neil. Of course, it really depended on whether they would participate, but I fully intended to give them the chance.
“Well, boys, what about you?” I asked them, resting a hand over each of their crotches. Their arousal turned me on almost as much as Neil arching up off the seat to tug off his trousers.
“What about us?” Douglas asked, sounding almost offended, even as his cock twitched beneath my gentle stroking.
“Neil isn’t the only one who is going to get naked, is he?”
At that moment, Neil stripped off his confining boxer briefs, revealing a thick, heavily veined cock. He sat back down, his hand curling around his erection as he looked at me for instruction.
“That depends,” Alex said, his voice thick with lust. “What’s in it for us?”
I laughed. “Like the man said, it’s my party, babe. You’ll just have to get naked and find out.”
Then there were two more men undressing in the limo as it headed for Las Vegas. I felt drunk on more than champagne as I watched them reveal themselves for my pleasure. I was dizzy trying to look from one to the other, watching as Douglas stripped off his shirt and exposed that muscular torso I had
once rubbed against until I had a very wet orgasm. Then I was staring at Alex as he unfastened his pants, revealing the fabric of his underwear stretched tautly over his erection.
“I guess we know who the bigger man really is,” Alex conceded, glancing at Neil. It was true – even without a measuring tape it looked as if Neil had a couple of inches on both of them. Not that it mattered to me, but I was excited to know they were looking at each other too.
I stroked Alex’s cock through his pants. “It’s not the size of the ship—”
“—it’s the motion of the ocean,” he finished with a grin. “I remember rocking the waves pretty hard a time or two.”
“Oh yeah,” I breathed as he lowered his mouth over mine.
We kissed hungrily, tongues tasting of beer and champagne. I freed him of his pants and squeezed his cock until he moaned into my mouth. He returned the favour by fondling my breasts, tweaking my nipples hard just the way I liked.
“Hey, what about me?”
Eyes closed, I shifted to kiss Douglas. The taste and texture of him was different from Alex – rougher, more nipping of teeth than caressing of tongues. Alex continued to pinch and squeeze my nipples as I used my other hand to play with Douglas’ erection. A cock in each hand, my breasts being played with while I kissed each in turn – I felt like my senses were being overloaded. I couldn’t find a rhythm because each man’s attention was different. Alex was slow and languid; Douglas was quick and intense. I was caught between their desires, my own building to an almost painful need. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, my pussy sadly neglected.
I remembered Neil and pulled my mouth away from Douglas to look at him. He was angled in the corner, one leg stretched out along the seat, the other bent at the knee. He fisted his heavy cock as he watched us, a thoughtful smirk on his face. I wondered what he was thinking as he made long, slow strokes up the length of his erection. I not only wanted his body, I wanted inside his head.
“Let me know when you’re ready for me,” he said, when he saw the direction of my gaze.
Those few words were enough to make me whimper in need. I watched Neil while I continued to play with the two cocks on either side of me. I mimicked his strokes, feeling some strange pull towards him that I had never had – or never admitted to – before. While Douglas and Alex made guttural sounds of pleasure, Neil remained silent, that enigmatic smile in place as he showed me how he pleasured himself.
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