A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  Grinning, she kissed my tip. "We didn’t talk about it, but I would like that. Very, very much. I've missed her. It's been so long since I've seen her. Heard her voice, seen her smile." Diane's smile turned dreamy and I knew exactly what she meant. I felt the same the few times either of us had to go out of town on business. We missed the sex, but we missed the person more.

  "I know." I squeezed her shoulder, trying to urge her to rise. She wrapped her lips around me, and I held her down instead. Gasping, I spread my knees wider and tangled my fingers in her hair.

  "I love you, Ben," she murmured while stroking me in her hand between sucks. I knew I was pulling, but I couldn’t stop.

  “Tell me how she makes you feel. Does she make you squeal or scream? Does she come first or do you? God that’s good.”

  She took me deep in her throat before withdrawing to answer me. “She can make me scream and usually makes me come first. I work harder on her to make up for it.”

  “What do you do to her?”

  Her hand cupped my balls, pulling on them lightly as she sucked on me. Rather than answer, she worked her hand and lips over me. Hair still in my hands, I held her down while my cum shot into her mouth. I let go quickly, afraid I’d hurt her.

  She wiped at the corner of her mouth, grinning. “Something like that.”

  I shook my head. “Something like this?” I picked her up and turned her onto the bed, opening her jeans and pulling them and her panties off. Sliding to the edge of the bed, she hooked her ankles on my shoulders.

  “Yes, yes, like that.” She opened her shirt and pushed her bra aside to access her breasts.

  “Did you?”

  “No, not tonight. Please, Ben.”

  I couldn’t deny her and lapped at her pussy and clit until my cock started to rise again. Unwrapping her legs from me, I moved onto the bed, helping her remove the tangle of clothing around her torso. Once free of the impeding cloth, I rolled her atop me—her favorite position. She sank over me, both of us sighing at the contact.

  "Well, maybe we should think about what Lisa can do to you," she teased.

  I froze. I hadn't considered that possibility.

  "Oh, Ben, you really just wanted to watch?" Surprise left her jaw hanging open.

  "I... I hadn't thought it all through. What..." I was sailing without a rudder.

  She leaned over and kissed me, not breaking our connection. I smiled as her hair curtained around me. "I told her about last night, how we both got off thinking about her."

  "You're sure this won't screw up your friendship?" I asked her, even as she began riding me.

  She chuckled, slowing. "No. I don't think so. Not any more than telling you about her screwed up our marriage. She didn’t jump up and run off, but she didn’t really ask me more either. I will have to be more forward next time; tell her how much you want us to be together."

  I put my hand to her hip, guiding her to lean back and expose her clit. Flicking it made her gasp. “Please. And now that I’m thinking about, ask how I can fit in there.”

  “Mm, yes, fit in, you fit in so well.” She ground on me. My tongue had warmed her up and now my thumb would finish her off. “Oh, yes, yes. Ben!”

  “Yes, Di. Come for me, come on me. Are you thinking of her?”

  “Yes, God, I want you both.” She gave a series of squeaks as her pussy tightened on me. Collapsing, she fell to my chest, her head on my shoulder. “I can’t really have both. That’s crazy.”

  I kissed the top of her head. “Why don’t you see how crazy Lisa thinks it is?”

  “Mm. Maybe.” She yawned. “I’m meeting her again tomorrow. Hope you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all. In fact, I can’t wait.”

  She giggled. “That’s my line.”

  ***

  Diane wasn't out as late the next night and came home while I was still programming a flash game.

  She came to where I sat and kissed my cheek. I saved my file and turned to her.

  "How's it coming?" she asked.

  I shrugged. I'd spun my wheels most of the night, finding errors in every other new line I wrote. Thoughts of the two women weren’t as persistent, but they weren’t completely avoidable. "You?"

  She smiled. "Would you mind if Lisa joined us tomorrow for supper?"

  "Not at all." I pulled her into my lap and kissed her collar bone where it peeked out of her shirt. "It went well?"

  "She's interested." Diane practically vibrated.

  "I'm glad."

  "She's interested that you're interested."

  That caught my attention. "Really?"

  Diane nodded, pushing my glasses up on my head before pressing her forehead to mine. "She wants to see what you do to me, too."

  She kissed me and I groaned into her mouth, stiffening at the thought of what Lisa and I did to Diane. I liked what Lisa's appearance was doing for my sex life.

  Teasing Diane slowly through her clothes, I brushed her nipples and stroked up her thighs as we kissed. "Ben," she whispered, thrusting her fingers inside my waistband and cupping my hip.

  I stood, lifting her with me. She hooked her legs over my hips. We continued to kiss as I stumbled from my computer chair to one in the dining room, one without arms. I sat heavily and she fell atop me, giggling.

  Her forehead pressed to mine while I unfastened her pants and she did the same with my fly. "I need to lose some weight," she teased.

  "I need to weight-lift," I replied with a chuckle, knowing neither of us needed or would do any such thing.

  My finger traced the damp cotton covering her crotch. She sucked in a breath, closing her eyes. Swinging her leg down and standing on it, she dropped her pants and panties, then rubbed herself on my boxers.

  "Di," I groaned. I cupped one breast and one hip, shifting her slightly to the side, spreading her even wider. My hand moved from her breast to her lips, spreading the wetness and sliding into her.

  "Ungh." She grunted, tilting her hips onto my fingers. I continued to rub my thumb over her, while she pulled me out of my shorts.

  She slid up and forward, sitting on me. "Yes," she murmured before pumping her hips. I grabbed them and shifted my weight in the chair before pressing her down with each thrust. At the same time, I brushed her clit.

  Her movements lost their rhythm and I rubbed harder, feeling her tightening on me. I came hard inside her, heat throbbing through me. I caught my breath and lifted her again, cock slipping from her. I kissed her as I stumbled to our room, laying her down with her hips barely on the bed.

  Dropping my pants and pulling off my socks, I sunk to my knees between her thighs. I ran my tongue over her gaping and glistening slit. She squeaked as I lapped at her still sensitive clit. My fingers played inside her, waiting for my stamina to return.

  "There, Ben, right there."

  I rubbed a little harder, a little faster. I loved when she told me what to do. It had taken me a full month to give her a proper orgasm. It didn't help that she'd let me think the wonderful squeezes she'd given me were the peak I was aiming for. She was so timid, so worried about hurting my feelings, that she hadn't gotten off in a full month.

  That first orgasm had been eye-opening.

  She hadn't hit it yet tonight, either, but I had just grown hard again. I stood up, lifting her legs the few inches needed for me to slip into her. I was pressed hard against her pelvis, plunging deep enough to hit resistance.

  "Oh, yes," she cried, her hands going to her pubic hair as I pumped in and out of her. She was coming this time, her fingers finding her clit to set herself off. Her gasps turned into a string of high pitched squeaks as her hips bobbed and twisted in my grip.

  I held her, not moving, letting her wind down. Just when she had, I started pumping again.

  "God," she moaned. "I thought you came."

  "Nope," I said with a grin.

  She braced on her elbows so I could see her smile, her shining eyes. She licked her bright lips, and I wanted to kiss her. I leaned for
ward, and she stretched as much as she could, her tummy bunching. Our lips met, and she gripped my neck to keep from falling back to the bed. I dropped one thigh to take some strain from her lower back; she didn't look comfortable.

  We both gasped as her leg fell, the shape of her changing around me. I was deeper without moving and I twitched inside her, knowing I couldn't thrust further. She started squeaking again. God, I loved that sound. It was so happy. The screams in porn films often sounded painful, but this was the same squeak she gave when she laughed loud and long. I came again inside her and lifted her hips, sliding her up the bed before grabbing a cloth from the bathroom. I passed it to her, flopping onto the pillows.

  She wiped herself, folded it, and gave me a quick swipe before tossing it in the hamper.

  "Nothing but net," I murmured, pulling her into my side as she giggled. It was an old joke but still made her laugh.

  Neither of us took long finding sleep.

  Chapter Three

  Dinner?

  I opened a beer for each of us as Diane started chopping onions. Lisa arrived shortly after we got home from work, so when the bell rang, I opened the door. Lisa’s shirt had a V-neck, giving me a glimpse at the cleavage it contained. Embarrassed at my overtly male reaction, I looked to her feet. Her pants, softer than the ones she’d worn to the restaurant on Valentine’s Day, gave more room for her hips.

  Closing my eyes, I knew I had to look up. “Hi, Lisa.”

  She held up the bag of groceries she carried. “Hey, Ben. Have a good day?”

  I stepped aside to let her pass, and noticed her hips again as she entered the kitchen.

  “Here you go.” She pulled the beef and peppers out of the bag. “Do you need any help?” she asked Di.

  “Nope. Ben, get a beer for Lisa.” Her call to me snapped my eyes up again, making Di’s smile turn to a smirk.

  Lisa slipped past me, headed for the table while I reached for the fridge door. Hypersensitive to her presence, I almost jumped when we brushed against one another. Open beer in hand, I sat down beside Lisa.

  “New position working out for you?”

  My brain stalled for a moment. New position? Did she have one in mind? What did she expect?

  She covered her mouth, laughing at me. “I meant at work.”

  I pressed my beer to my forehead, hiding behind it. “Good.”

  “Hey, Ben.” She dropped her voice, and leaned toward me. “Are you nervous?”

  “Terrified.”

  “Me too. But she’s so damn cute, how can you say no?”

  I grinned. “I think she was humoring me with this suggestion. It doesn’t help the fear.” I took a long swallow.

  “What are you afraid of?”

  After another gulp, I tried to phrase my answer. “Coming up short.”

  Lisa tipped her head back, chugging half her bottle. “You can’t come up shorter than Mark.” She set the bottle down with a thump.

  “Tell me about him. Sounds like he’s not worth the hassle.”

  She put the chilled glass to her cheek. “It’s only a hassle in one area. He’s thoughtful, romantic. Always surprising me with flowers or cards. Even introduced me to his parents, who love me, apparently. I was really hoping when that happened that we might, y’know, move things up a notch.” She let a raspberry rip and took another drink of beer.

  “It’s just the sex? You don’t have any contentions besides that?” It sounded off.

  She blew out a breath, making her bangs stir on her forehead. “It’s not perfect. What is? We have scheduling conflicts. He’s in medicine and ends up on call. My job works great that way. I have deadlines, but a date at eleven for brunch instead of six for supper isn’t a problem. I can pick my hours to match his.”

  I nodded, understanding. “So you can compromise.”

  “Exactly. Why can’t we meet in the middle in the bedroom?”

  “Is there no chemistry? Really good friends, could be roommates, but no zing?”

  She shook her head. “It’s there. Fuck.” Swigging her beer, she paused before elaborating. “He kisses me, and my toes curl. Runs his fingers down my ribs and I’m ready to jump him.”

  “And it’s definitely that way for both of you.”

  Lisa dropped her head to her hands on the table. It made it difficult to hear her next words. “I don’t know.” She looked up. “Maybe? Maybe he just isn’t attracted to me? I don’t do it for him?”

  “It’s not impossible, but I have trouble believing it.”

  “Well, I’m going to have to do something sooner or later. If I were a guy, my balls would be as blue as sapphires.”

  I snickered. “As a guy, you have my sympathies.”

  “Thanks.”

  “What are you two whispering about?” Di set the warm tortillas on the table.

  “Sapphires.” I smiled at Lisa who raised her beer to me.

  “Sapphires?” She looked from me to Lisa and back before shrugging. “Fine, have your own private joke.”

  Lisa reached out to grab Di, pulling her into her lap. “We wuv you,” she told her, giving her sloppy kisses on her cheek and ear until Di was a giggling mess. Just as I got out of my chair to join in, Di pushed away and headed back to the stove.

  “Thanks again,” Lisa whispered.

  Plopping in my chair, I took another swallow of beer. “Anytime.”

  I heard a cap pop and turned to see Di cracking open three fresh bottles. She brought those to the table ahead of the fajitas.

  After dinner and cervezas, Diane brought lemons, shot glasses, and a bottle of tequila to the table.

  "No, Di, bad idea," Lisa argued, shaking her head.

  "Why not? We haven't done this since college." She started cutting the lemons into wedges.

  "You have had tequila since college," I argued with a snort. We’d had shots in Mexico just a few months ago.

  "Truth or Dare," Diane told me with a smirk.

  "Yeah, the really sick and twisted version," Lisa continued to protest. "Tequila makes everything sick and twisted. It should be a deadly sin or something."

  "Shut up and shoot, Clark," Diane said, licking Lisa's hand and shaking on salt. I prepped my own as Lisa kept shaking her head. "You're going to go first if you're the last to shoot," she warned, pouring an ounce for each of us.

  Lisa pulled hers close. As soon as we each had one, she shot. I was the last to take the lemon wedge from my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut against the sourness and yanked my glasses off, wiping tears from my face.

  Diane chuckled at me, patting my shoulder. "Sorry, hun, truth or dare?"

  I licked my still salty lips. "Truth," I spluttered.

  "Lisa, why don't you ask?"

  "Um... What was your first thought when Diane told you about her and me?"

  "Whoa, this is the sick and twisted version," I muttered. "That's the first question? Where do they go from here?"

  "Your pants," Diane answered, giggling as the alcohol hit her system.

  "Yeah," I muttered. "First thought." I tried to remember; they had been racing. "Well, at least he wasn't bigger than me."

  Both ladies burst out laughing. Diane pounded her feet on the floor, tipping her head back, letting out high pitched peals. Lisa folded her arms on the table and laughed into them, her low guffaws muted. "No, I'm not bigger than you. Too funny."

  "Next shot!" Diane declared pouring them out.

  "What?" I asked in amazement. "We don't each ask before the next round?"

  "Yeah, Di, don't make us all sick before we get to have fun," Lisa agreed. "You pick, Ben."

  Hmmm, which one? "Diane, Truth or Dare?"

  "Dare!" she shouted, then covered her mouth. "How many beers did I have?"

  "Three," I told her. "You're going under the table first." Lisa laughed with me at that. "This isn't much of a dare, but kiss Lisa. Tongue preferred," I said with a stupid smile.

  Diane stuck hers out at me.

  "Nope, doesn't count," I told her.
r />   Lisa laughed again, grabbing Diane's chin and turning it to her. I watched the two kiss. Their lips were both gentle. Somehow, I expected it to be more forceful, pushing each other on, but it wasn't. It was sweet. And there was tongue exchanged.

  Diane sighed when the kiss broke. "I forgot how good these are. Of course, I like you better sweet than sour," she teased, squirting lemon on her friend.

  "Heh, find me something sweeter to suck," she retorted.

  "Don't look at me," I joked, and they both laughed.

  "Truth or Dare, Lisa?" I asked.

  "Um..." she paused a while, looking from Diane to me. "Damn tequila T or D. Truth, go." She closed her eyes, obviously scared of what we would ask.

  I looked to Diane and shrugged. She bit her lip thinking. "Go for broke," she muttered quietly before speaking up. "Do you want Ben's dick?"

  I choked on air, very glad I wasn't drinking anything. "What kind of question is that?" I asked my wife.

  "A tequila T or D one," Lisa answered with a groan. "Screw you, Di. Screw you. Yes. I want a dick. Fucking Mark..." She muttered the last bit, pouring another shot for herself.

  "Aww, Lisa, I didn't mean to hit a nerve." Diane rubbed Lisa's shoulder as the shorter woman slammed her shot.

  "He gets me so worked up, and then it's home to the toys. Ugh, never mind. Round two. I already had mine, neener neener."

  "You cheat," Diane complained, but set up to race me. "Ready?"

  "Go," I said, licking, shooting, and sucking. I spat my lemon at her.

  "Ewww! Ben!" she complained while I laughed. "Fine, I take Truth this time."

  I had all sorts of questions to ask, but Lisa beat me to the punch. "Was this threesome thing your idea or Ben's?"

  Wow, tequila T or D was cutthroat.

  "Mine. When Ben said he had been thinking about us, he was thinking of just watching."

  Lisa shivered. "No offense, Ben, but no way. That would be creepy. At least join in the action." She smiled at me now. "I don't want a nose in my crotch unless the tongue is working."

  "Lisa!" Diane shrieked, sounding scandalized.

  "What? Yours will do fine." I noticed a flush in Lisa's cheeks. The alcohol had definitely hit her system as well.