by Gwenna Reid
“Yeah,” Bren murmurs from behind me, not moving either, “after all, we only called over to tell you about our plans being on call for the whole floor for the night. Lee’s already out there checking in with people…”
Lee…the third and arguably most intimidating of the trio. I remember our conversation a few days ago and get a guilty feeling in my belly, even though surely it hadn’t meant anything to him…not to a guy like that… But nonetheless, thinking of him now makes this thing with his two best friends seem all the more wrong…and therefore all the more sinfully enticing…
“No!” I blurt, surprising myself at the urgency in my voice, “you don’t have to go just yet. At least let’s finish the wine together…”
I look up from between them as they exchange a wicked smirk and I realize with a rising, giddy excitement all the way up from my core through my belly to my quickly softening mouth that they were teasing me all along. They didn’t have any intention of leaving just yet at all…
The realization of just how on it is right now is slowly starting to dawn on me, when Evan reaches behind my back and pulls me roughly towards him, though not so rough that his partner in crime loses his own hold on my hips. Evan’s jaw clenches with self-control as his twilight ocean blue eyes burn down at me with open unadulterated male lust.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he growls, voice like a powerful motorcycle kicking into speed.
“We both have…” Bren grunts in my ear, his huge thing pushing up against my ass through the dual denim of our jeans.
“Tell us you don’t want us too,” Evan continues, “and we’ll walk right out of here this minute. Never mention it again. Just be friendly neighbors from here on out.”
“Yeah, tell us you don’t want us,” Bren growls, lips brushing against my ear and sending sparks of agonizing need all the way down my spine, “lie to us if you’re actually able…”
Some part of me still knows I should but I can’t. And Bren’s right about how that would be a bold-faced lie too. Right now, I need these guys to claim me more than anything in the whole world. Rational thought be damned.
“I can’t,” I whisper, “I don’t want you to go…”
And then their lips are on me, both of them at once, a feeling and an experience that I’ve never had in my life nor ever imagined I ever would either. Evan’s soft satin lips are on my own, slow and sensual at first and then hungrier and wilder, Bren’s are on my neck and at the side of my jaw, working their way up to my ear in soft supple bites that fulfill every inch of the promise of his voice. I’m practically melting into them, held up by the strength of their hands and hips and the heat of their loins pushing hard into me from both sides. I’m melting like chocolate on a radiator for them, my clit so stiff and searing that it’s practically reaching out to release Evan’s dick from its jeans by its own damn volition.
Holy fucking shit, I can’t believe this is actually happening to me…
THREE
20:10
Evan
I’ve wanted this…no, needed this…since the first time I saw her carrying grocery bags down the hallway with such a graceful little spring in her step that I couldn’t decide whether the new hottie in Apartment 4F was marriage material or fuck-all-night-till-dawn material. Shit, right now, as my mouth presses hungrily against hers and I taste the deliciousness of her hot wetness, it’s feeling like she might actually be both…
I’ve wanted to taste this mouth since the moment I saw her, the sexy mocha-skinned little Hispanic chick with the hour-glass figure and an ass that better men than me would happily fight wars over… And I sure as shit ain’t the only one…
My hands are on her ass as I drive my tongue through her wet and willing lips one last time before pulling back to penetrate her gaze. Those big almost-emerald brown eyes, full lips and soft little nose that gives me all kinds of primal cave-man protective instincts… Not even a fuckin’ eunuch could resist.
Me and the guys don’t usually get jealous—we all came from nothing and supported each other through nursing school while our better-off classmates did it all on mommy and daddy’s dime, so we share a bond that runs deep—but this girl…Liza is new territory for all of us…
My hand slides down her belly as I hold her eyes prisoner with my own, relishing how they bulge with excitement, how wide and giddy her smile is, lips still wet with my kiss. When I feel the svelte fabric of her panties and the well-trimmed little bush poking through there, my cock bulges for release and my lust-tightened balls feel ready to explode. I can tell she’s dripping already and I can’t wait to feel if for myself.
I kiss her again hard, even more ferocious than I intended—because let’s face it, Liza here isn’t the only one losing control right now. My hand slides down over her deliciously wet slit and then I push her clit between the V of my fingers, gently closing them further as she moans with an ecstasy that sounds almost painful right into my mouth.
Oh it’s so fucking on…
I’m sliding my two middle fingers up inside her, feeling for the spot, when Bren, who’s up until now been kissing her neck and pleasuring her breasts from behind, suddenly loses it and spins her around towards him, right out of my grip.
Like I said, we don’t usually do jealous, but this girl? Yeah, new territory…
But I swallow my rage and grin as I meet his eyes. I’d like to say we’d never let a girl come between us—and figuratively that would usually be true—but the truth is there’s been more than a few. In fact most girls who find themselves “between” us like this, tend to cum again and again…
So yeah, I let him have his turn as I bring my hands up to her chest and neck and probe my fingers into her lips, making her taste herself like I intend to soon. Bren finds her special spot with ease and works his magic--the guy’s a fucking artist, truly—and I grind my aching, bulging cock up against the crevice in her tight jeans. My hands go to the button, opening them to give my bro better ease of access and then her hands are moving behind her as well, on my own jeans now, reaching for what it is that she wants to touch so bad. When I feel those tiny fingers around my burning shaft I almost shoot my load right into my pants.
Fuck…this is what I’ve been craving for so long…
She works her hand up and down as her hips arch into Bren’s fingers and my jaw at her throat struggles not to bite down with full force just from the sweet fucking taste of her. She can’t fit her fingers all the way around my girth even though I can tell she’s trying and I know it’s driving her wild. She’s not the only one. If I don’t move now I’m gonna unload in seconds.
I catch Bren’s eye, seeing my own red-hot lust and possessiveness mirrored there and we nod in instant understanding. And then we’re undressing her all the way, Bren leaning down to guide her jeans down to her knees, kissing and tasting those delicious thighs as he goes, and I lift her arms as I remove her t-shirt and then unsnap her bra with one hand. She lets out a squeal of pleasure that’s pure animal instinct as her small perky tits finally tumble out into the open.
“Are you ready for what happens next?” I growl into her ears and her entire form stiffens at my voice, her ass in thong pushing up against my bulge giving me all the answer I need.
“Are you?” she whispers, voice like she can’t believe she’s even dared, and me and Bren snort an impressed but nonetheless sternly affronted chuckle.
“Time to find out,” I smile and then we’re carrying her between us to the soft little couch across the room, which in the dim glow of the lamplight looks like the perfect nook to finally take her.
FOUR
20:20
Bren
We drop her down on the couch and now sexy little Liza who plays the good girl so well is ours for the taking, splayed out on her belly wearing only a light green thong, the curve of that coffee-and-cream back looking so tasty I want to drag my tongue all over it.
“Hands and knees,” I command, meeting the challenge o
f her words with a dominance that will show her just how ready we are…and find out if she herself really is as ready as she says.
Shit…this girl…
There’s something different about her…
That jealousy I saw flash in Evan’s eyes earlier when I made my claim on her sweet little pussy and swung her around to my own attention. That wasn’t normal. Maybe from Lee, but not from Evan. He’s the most easy-going and laidback out of all of us.
But for a second there I felt like he might take a swing at me… And I wouldn’t have held it against him either.
I go behind her and cup those delicious ass-cheeks as Liza squirms at my touch, the good girl taking her bad girl position so readily that I’m starting to wonder if that whole thing was just an act. I can tell Evan’s thinking the same thing as he goes in front of her, pulling down his boxers and letting his huge cock spring out in full fury. We’ve all been blessed in that regard, kind of makes up for the rough shit we went through growing up…the poverty, the struggle not to get involved in crime like so many of our peers who we lost by the wayside. Yeah, we held each other up, we live and we’d die for each other and now we make it our goal to give back to the community through our work at the hospital. No regular little honey could bring us apart…but Liza sure as shit ain’t regular.
She’s fisting Evan’s dick with open delight, I know her eyes must be bulging on the other side of that sleek and painfully soft and inviting dark brown mane. And just like that I’m certain this one’s a closet bad girl all the way through…
So I give her just exactly what a bad girl deserves…
I spank her ass playfully and she squeals in surprise. She might be ready for this but it’s obvious it’s never actually happened to her. Doesn’t matter one iota to me. Bad is bad and I know exactly what bad girls need…
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you Liza? Even though you try so hard to be nice.”
She mewls with pleasure at my words and I give her another swift spank.
“So show us how bad you really are. Open your mouth and take my bro’s dick. All the way.”
Evan nods with furious anticipation as his burning gaze flashes a thanks in my direction and then he’s guiding his thing through her warm wet lips, closing his eyes as the pleasure consumes him.
I’ll have mine soon as well, but first I need to taste…
I spank her again hard, knowing by the full-mouthed moans how much she likes it and then I’m down at her slit, tasting it with my tongue, relishing the sugar of her wetness, driving her wilder than I am myself now as I dart the tip in and out, teasing, pushing in further with every stroke.
I could eat this pussy for hours but we don’t have hours…Lee’s already out there doing what we’re all supposed to be doing and if he decides to come find out what the holdup is, he’s going to be more than a little bit pissed…
I need to feel this silken cunt around my dick. I’m up on the couch behind them, as Evan grips her head around both jaws and feeds her willing mouth with his manhood, and then I’m taking out my own aching cock and guiding it to her snatch. My entire body quivers as the head touches her lips and I almost cum on the spot. And then I’m sliding through her slick and warm heaven, teasing her for as long as I can handle it.
Liza cries out with pleasure and collapses forward on her arms as I glide inside her. She’s as tight as a glove and I relish the chance to stretch her. I catch Evan’s eye and he smirks at me as he lifts Liza’s mouth back to his still-pulsating dick. Looking down at her, he shakes his head in teasing admonishment.
“Nuh-uh,” he smiles darkly, “you don’t get to tap out just like that. We want to see how bad you really are, remember?”
So now I’m fucking in and out of her, losing myself to the pleasure, strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as her head bobs back and forth over Evan, cheeks bulging to contain him. I spank her again to snap myself out of the impending explosion as much as I do it to propel her own one further forward.
“This is what bad girls get,” I grunt, “and since you’re getting it now, what does that make you?”
She cries out in frenzied pleasure, the orgasm building in her so huge and bright that it’s obliterating her mind completely. But I have a feeling she can take a little more…
“Answer the question,” I growl, raising my hand to spank her again.
It’s happening, in a moment I won’t be able to hold it any longer…
“A bad girl!” Liza cries out around Evan’s dick and I slap her one last time, hardest of all as her entire body shakes violently, that light brown skin suddenly seeming bright and throbbing crimson in the dim lamplight, her whole being shuddering with the sheer ecstatic release.
“God damn fucking right you are,” I growl, driving myself all the way into her and letting my own explosion come forth as she melts into nothing around my dick and I fill her with bullet after bullet of hot and searing release.
Evan follows soon after us, shooting into her limp mouth, filling up her moans and holding her head up between his hands because she clearly no longer has the strength to do it herself.
“Bad girls don’t spit out,” Evan pants, flashing me a naughty grin which I return in style…even as I’m struggling to keep from passing out here after having lost so much liquid.
And neither does she… Liza swallowing down his cum just about seals the deal. She really is bad to the bone…and just full of surprises.
I grab a dish cloth to clean her up, first her mouth and chin before her pussy, as I smile down on her and she grins back up at me, charmingly sheepish and awkward.
“Why do I get the feeling we’re not the only ones surprised at that bad girl routine,” I tease and the blush spreads a little wider in her still flushed cheeks.
“What can I say,” she giggles meekly, “it’s been a while…”
“Yeah no shit,” I grin back, nodding over to Evan who looks just as charmed by her as I am, “for us too…”
After that, we finish up the wine, joking and talking like old friends. Liza tells us about how hard it’s been for her moving to a new city after getting dumped and how the icing on the cake was losing her new job over the virus. Just like us, she’s somebody’s who’s always stubbornly insisted on making her own way in life. It’s something Evan and I both can relate too maybe even more than we’re comfortable sharing with her just yet.
But one thing is for certain…this hasn’t been one of our usual hook-ups. Not by a country fucking mile. Liza’s different. She’s special. And God damn me, I can’t help but feel like I’m actually falling for her already…
FIVE
21:30
Liza
After they’re gone, part of me wonders if I didn’t just imagine the old damn thing…I mean fever is a symptom of the virus, right? I can’t imagine a crazier fever dream than what I just experienced…But no, the couch cushions all over the floor are enough to tell me it was real. The crumpled clothes that they both tore off me in pure possessive hunger are a little extra just to be certain. And the three empty wine glasses where their hot and sexy mouths were a few moments ago are simply overkill at this stage.
God, the way they felt as they took me, the fullness in my mouth and pussy, the tastes of them, so utterly masculine. My whole body is alive with the memory of all those maddening sensations…
But I mean, seriously, what the actual fuck was I doing? I might have been a bad girl for them—like, what girl wouldn’t be—but what we just did is so uncharacteristic for me it’s making me wonder if I really am getting sick or something.
Andrew my ex’s face flashes in my thoughts with that condescending frown he used to have for me any time I showed any excitement or enthusiasm at all. And sure as rain I hear the words that inevitably followed: “Liza you’re being unreasonable.”
Well fuck him. I wish I could call him up right now and tell him how it felt to get serviced by not one but two impossibly gorgeous and oh so “talented”
hunks, guys who weren’t afraid to actually feel something real for once…
But yeah, this is crazy. Worse is that speaking to them felt like the beginning of something far more meaningful than a one-night stand. It was like the three of us were laying the foundations for a mind-blowing relationship and I’ve still got enough sense in me to know trying something like that could only ever end in tears. Those guys were so sweet, so kind underneath their cocky bad boy exteriors…No way, I’m going to be the bitch who ruins a friendship as pure and powerful as theirs is.
But then I remember that day in the hall with Lee, and part of me wonders if it isn’t too late for that already…
Three Days Ago
14:30
Liza
It might not have been the worst day of my life, but so far it had sure proven itself to be a contender. I mean, already I was expecting to struggle to make rent each month going my own way in the city but now that I’d just lost my job at the restaurant? Things were seriously not looking positive.
I got back to the apartment building wondering just what the hell I was going to do. I mean, I’d already paid two months in advance as part of the lease when I moved in and had saved up enough to get me by for at least a few months—somehow even when I was with Andrew, I still hadn’t felt safe enough to go through life without a contingency plan. Growing up as poor as I had, my mom working two jobs just to keep a roof over me and my sister’s heads, had taught me the value of frugality. I remember I was cursing myself for blowing out on that extra pricey bottle of wine—I mean the one dang time I decided to live a little and this happens!—when I heard his voice call out to me from up ahead. I was so caught up in my own misery I was about to charge right into him…