Triple Threat

by Bella Jeanisse

  “Close your eyes, baby,” he told me as he pulled the blanket off me.

  I did as he said and relaxed as much as possible. I trusted him. Soon I felt him moving my legs apart. Then suddenly Chad’s tongue swept up my inner thigh. I let out a soft moan as he repeated the trip up the other side. I loved when he did that.

  The bed moved a little. Suddenly, his mouth was on my pussy. No one had ever done that to me before, and it felt so good. At first he kissed me all over, including up and down my inner thighs. Once in a while, he ran his tongue from my opening all the way up. That made me move my hips it was so arousing.

  But then his tongue moved around as if he was French-kissing me there. It darted into my pussy a few times. From there, he alternated kissing, licking, sucking and penetrating. He was amazing at it, and I let him know with the sounds I couldn’t help making.

  After a while, he started to use the tip of his tongue against my clit. I liked that even more. I was moaning loudly by then. He used brief strokes all around and that enhanced the whole thing.

  He opened his mouth and took my labia into it. He started gently sucking on me, which I liked as well. Then he moved his tongue slowly and avoided my clit completely. I wanted so badly to scream, “Fuck me now!” but I couldn’t speak at all.

  When my volume rose, and I was constantly letting out sounds of pleasure, he started to massage my clit again with his tongue. It took only a minute for me to feel it coming.

  “Oh, Chad!” I lifted my hips a bit.

  While I still trembled within, Chad looked up at me. “Did you like that?”

  I tried to reply, but nothing came out of my mouth. Chad smiled. Then I reached out to him. He let me pull him down onto me and the kissing began again. I put my hands in his hair. I played with it as he ran his hands up and down as much of my body as he could.

  As soon as my voice returned, I whispered. “Please Chad, give it to me.”

  He shifted his position. I felt the tip of his erection almost penetrate me. “Is this what you want?” He moved it up then over my clit, and I moaned.

  It was almost like torture. I was longing for him. “Put it in, please!” I shouted, getting desperate.

  “I love it when you beg.”

  He gave me a few shallow thrusts but then pulled away from me. He put on the condom on slowly and smirked at me. I felt like I was about to fall apart.

  “I wanna turn you over, but it might hurt again,” he whispered.

  I plead, “I don’t care how you do it! Just fuck me!” I had never said that to anyone, but I couldn’t help myself.

  “Roll over, baby,” he softly told me.

  I got on my belly. Soon he pulled my legs off the bed. His bed was pretty high up, so I couldn’t touch the floor. I got a bit nervous, but trusted Chad with my life.

  “Let me know if I have to stop.”

  He caressed my bottom for a minute, and then I felt his cock pierce my pussy. He went in slow. Every second was so amazing. He filled me up completely, but then he hit into my cervix and I tensed. Wow, he was long.

  “Baby, did I hurt you?”

  I closed my eyes. I was a little scared. “Don’t go in any more.”

  “I won’t,” he replied. “I can feel it. That’s why I’m going slow. Just relax. You’ll like this.”

  I relaxed a bit. Then he withdrew and thrust into me again. I tensed, just before I thought he would hurt me.

  “I promise I’m not gonna just ram it all the way in.” He ran his hand up and down my back. “Relax, baby, please.”

  I took a deep breath then let my whole body loosen up. He started thrusting, gradually picking up his pace and brushing my cervix lightly each time. It was worth the fear from earlier. He was stroking different places inside and out and creating incredible sensations within me. I gasped with each stroke and heard soft moans from him as well.

  “Oh, damn, baby!” Chad cried out.

  He grabbed my hips and went faster. I clutched the sheet on the bed into bunches. I could feel him gliding in and out so distinctly. The noise coming from him made me feel good as well. I was so glad he wanted something different. I just knew he and I were going to have a lot of experiences like this.

  I tried to move my hips with his, but I had no leverage at my feet. Then it dawned on me that I could use my arms. I grabbed the sheet tighter and started pushing back on Chad as best as I could. It felt amazing.

  “Yeah, baby,” he said.

  I started going faster. So did he. Then harder, and he matched my strokes. We were gasping and moaning together. I got closer and closer, the pleasure building.

  “Scream, baby!”

  Then my insides exploded with rapture. I screamed as loud as I could, while spasms rippled throughout my body. I pulled at the sheet so hard; it came off one corner of the mattress.

  Then Chad started driving into me even faster. He moved so quickly, there was no way I could keep up. He clutched my body harder and kept at it until I screamed again, writhing beneath him.

  Just as I did, he stopped and carefully pushed in more. I was trembling around him and crying out his name. Then I felt his whole shaft pulsing as his release rushed out. I couldn’t believe how incredible feeling him cum was, but, it was even better doing it together.

  I was filled with emotions I never had before. It was different than the night before. I could feel his love inside me so strongly. I needed to be close to him. I wanted him to hold me, but that couldn’t happen because of the position we were in.

  All of a sudden, Chad pulled out and helped me back onto the bed. He hugged me and kissed my lips when I turned onto my back. “That never happened to me before. I love you. God, I can still feel it.”

  I put my arms around him too and pressed my cheek to his chest. “Chad…” I hesitated. “I never did any of those things before. I really liked it.”

  “Wow.” He hugged me tighter. “I love when you tell me I was the first, no matter what it is.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  It was a balmy Friday evening in mid-August. We were in Chad’s garage. He had written a new song called, “You’re Mine” and was playing it for us. I read the words and was not surprised to see it was about us. It made me wonder if Chad was going to be able to handle it if our affair ever ended.

  Chad insisted he couldn’t sing, so Rosario listened to him play it a few times then gradually added the words where he thought they should go. Giovanni and I stood aside for a while, watching them. It was how we usually did things.

  I had the urge to pick up Giovanni’s hand, but I wouldn’t dare. He still hadn’t shown any interest in me romantically, so I buried my feelings for him. Thankfully, I no longer had the problem of freezing up or forgetting how to talk around him. We had become good friends and I was thankful for it.

  When Chad and Rosario were satisfied with how the song sounded, I bent down to pick up my bass. Suddenly, Giovanni lifted the back of my shirt. “When did you get this?”

  He was talking about the new tattoo I had gotten on my lower back. The Celtic knot pattern was in Chad’s favorite color. I had kept it covered until it was healed.

  “Two weeks ago. Chad thought it would look good.”

  Giovanni pulled my skirt down a bit to see it better. “It’s real sexy, you know.”

  “Let me see,” Rosario chimed in. He lifted my shirt and pulled my skirt down also, but way too far.

  “Hey!” I shouted.

  Rosario snickered. “Cute ass, Crystal, and nice tattoo. I’d like to bend you over and…”

  “Get the fuck off of her!” Giovanni shouted and shoved his older brother. “She ain’t one of your groupies, so hands off!”

  I looked at Rosario who was smiling. “Man, you really got the hots for…”

  “Just shut up!” Giovanni yelled. Then he came to me. “You OK?”

  I smiled up at him. He had defended me. I couldn’t believe it. “Yeah. You really like it?”

  “Of course I do. Whoever you’re d
ating must love it.”

  I couldn’t tell him how much Chad enjoyed screwing me from behind as he watched it. So, I laughed. “I haven’t dated anyone in a while. I have no time lately to meet nice guys. This band is more important to me.”

  It was true. I hadn’t met one guy that was as good as Chad or Giovanni in a long time. That may be silly to say, but for some reason I compared guys to them all the time. I looked at him, and he was smiling.

  “Me neither,” he admitted. “I spend my time here, at work or with you, going to clubs. We should try a few more tonight. What do you think?”

  He and I did all the promotion for the band, because Chad and Rosario’s jobs took up a lot of their time. And the band needed some serious help getting gigs. We only had maybe one a week. We kept being told we should do other types of rock also, but Rosario just couldn’t accomplish it. So, Giovanni and I went from place to place almost begging for a chance.

  “Yeah, the more we hit the better,” I replied. “Maybe I should dress like I do for a show so they can see what they’re getting.”

  “Chad, you have any aspirin?” Mark shouted from the open door to the house.

  I looked at him. “I’ll get it.” I turned to Giovanni and whispered, “Don’t miss me too much.”

  “I’ll try.” He winked at me.

  When I walked into the house, Mark was in the refrigerator. “You got a headache, Mark?” I asked.

  Chad had everyone make themselves at home when we hung out or practiced at his house. No one had any qualms about getting things for themselves or even crashing there if they needed to. It made us very close-knit, like a family.

  “Phil has a hangover, but what else is new?” Mark informed me without turning around.

  I went right to Chad’s bedroom. I didn’t see Phil anywhere. When I opened the bathroom door, Phil was standing over the toilet, urinating. “I’m so sorry,” I said as I quickly turned my head.

  “I don’t mind, but I kinda wish you caught me at my best.” After a minute, he added, “Is this better?”

  I looked at him, confused at first. He had his cock in his hand and it was hard as could be. It was impressive, almost as big as Chad’s. I said, “Damn.”

  “That’s what I was hoping for. You like it?”

  “Are you still drunk?”

  “Kinda. Why, you horny? I never see you with a guy. You gotta be dying for a good fuck.” He came close and leaned against me. “We all dream of fucking you.”

  “No, Phil.” I could smell whiskey on his breath. He drank too much on weekends. I gently pushed him back a bit and got the aspirin out of the cabinet under the sink.

  “Put your fucking dick away,” I heard Mark say as he laughed. “You should know better. She says no to every guy.”

  All of them except for Giovanni had asked at least once for me to sleep with them. Of course, Chad was the only one I had been with.

  When we were done for the night, Giovanni squeezed my shoulder and said, “Gimme a minute.” He ran across the street to his apartment.

  “Baby, when I suggested you guys go out to clubs, I didn’t mean forever.”

  I turned to Chad. “So, you’re saying we have enough gigs now?”

  “No. Can I go with you guys?”

  I knew he was hurt that I enjoyed my time with Giovanni so much. “Chad, I spend a lot more time with you. Why does this bother you so much?”

  “Because we…”

  I cut him off. “Are still just friends, right?”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “You can’t deal with ‘no strings attached’ anymore, can you?”

  “I can do it, baby. I promise. Forget I got upset, please.”

  “I’d rather not be sweaty when we go,” Giovanni said as he came back with a change of clothes.

  I looked at Chad one more time. He was putting things away. “Go, baby.”

  Once at my place, Giovanni and I both took a shower; separately, to my dismay. But I knew he was a bit on the conservative side. He never said or did anything like Chad would. He treated me with respect and I liked it, but I longed for more. He did smile when he saw me in a towel. I, on the other hand, almost jumped him when I saw him in one.

  I put on my shortest skirt and sexiest top along with spiked heels. I felt that would draw the most attention. Giovanni stared at me when I showed him my outfit. “Wow, you look amazing.” There was a hint of lust in his tone.

  “And you look hot.” I bit my lip as I leered at him in his usual black jeans that hugged his ass and a tight black T-shirt that showed off every incredible muscle.

  He rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t.”

  “Yes, you do.” I ran a hand down his arm. “This shirt makes you look so strong.”

  He smiled and blushed. “Can we just go?”

  “If you want.” I picked up his hand, wanting to express how I felt about him.

  He looked at me, but didn’t pull away. Then he kissed my fingers. “You’re something special, you know.”

  The first few places we went to had male managers, so Giovanni twirled me around and showed me off. They all gave us a shot.

  The last one had a female manager. As Giovanni spoke to her, I stood nearby at the bar, leaning over a bit. Several patrons of the club hit on me, and other guys just whispered to me how much they liked my tattoo.

  I looked towards Giovanni and gave him my sexiest smile. When he bit his lip, I giggled. I loved when I was able to affect him in that way.

  “So, what do you think?” I heard him ask, still watching me.

  The manager said, “If she gets attention like that all the time, then hell yeah, I’ll book you guys. Be back next Saturday night at nine.”

  Giovanni came to me and pulled me close to him. “It’s working, but I don’t like doing it this way. I’m exploiting you.”

  I sighed. “It’s for the band. I’ll do anything to help us get famous.”

  “But I don’t like the way the guys look at you. If one of them touches you again, I’m gonna clock ’em.”

  I smirked. He was protecting me again. “So hold me, and pretend I’m yours.”

  He pulled me by the hand to a place with a good view of the band. Then he stood behind me, with his hands on my bare waist. “No-one’ll touch you now.”

  I took a deep breath, glad he took the hint. I wished he felt the same as I did.

  The band on the stage was playing a cross between reggae and punk rock which was very different, and the beat was great. I started moving my hips to the music. After a bit, Giovanni moved with me a little.

  I leaned back on him, hoping he would kiss me or something. He pulled my hips closer to him and I reached my hand up to touch his hair. It almost felt like dancing with Chad, but less intimate. We moved pretty well together.

  I could feel desire start to take hold in me as his hands slid up and down my sides. Then, as he pressed his body against mine, I knew he felt that way too. His hard cock moved with his body, driving me even crazier.

  “I like this,” Giovanni whispered in my ear.

  I closed my eyes and imagined we were alone. Then soon, I felt him sliding my panties down under my skirt. His hands moved to my hips as he drove his cock into me. I threw my head back, anticipating incredible pleasure from him. He didn’t disappoint me, after withdrawing somewhat, he thrust back into me and I seized with a sudden feeling of ecstasy.

  “You OK?”

  I opened my eyes and realized I was fantasizing while Giovanni held me. “Um… I… uh…”

  “Forget I said anything.” He pulled me back until my entire body was against his. “I thought you moaned. It must’ve been my imagination.”

  I wanted so badly to tell him I was daydreaming about him. But I didn’t want to wind up having only meaningless sex with him. I wanted more from him. At least, I was pretty sure I did. My dreams with him were only about sex. Did I want him as another lover? That couldn’t be. It had to be more.

  I sighed and cleared my head. I w
anted to enjoy being with Giovanni like that. Normally, our trips were all business. As he held me so close, I hoped I could feel that connected to him again.

  “We should hang out more often like that.” Giovanni said as he helped me out of his van on my block. “That was fun.”

  I smiled at him. “Yeah, it was.”

  I looked towards my building and at the police cars with their lights on in front of it. Giovanni still had my hand in his. I squeezed it, feeling anxious. I could only imagine why there were so many.

  When we got closer, we saw policemen talking to my neighbors. “I’m right here,” he assured me as I shuddered with sudden fear. He put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.

  “A woman on the first floor was attacked.” That was all we were told as we came closer.

  I had to show my ID to go through the doors that led to the lobby. The locks were broken. I started to get even more nervous.

  Giovanni must have felt it somehow. “It’s OK,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me into his arms. When we got to my apartment door, he looked at me. “Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” He touched my cheek. “I don’t want you to be afraid.”

  “Yes,” I admitted, terrified of letting him leave.

  Once we were inside, I changed into pajamas. I did it in the bathroom, too nervous to let him see my body. When I came out, Giovanni had found the extra pillow and blanket in the closet and set it up on the couch. He also had taken off his shoes, socks and shorts.

  I bit my lip as I looked at him. “You can sleep in my bed,” I offered, hoping he would do it.

  “I can’t do that,” he replied. “I’m a bit old-fashioned.” Then he kissed my lips, quickly. “Good night, Crystal.”

  I was shocked. Where did that come from? He had kissed me on the cheek a few times, but never my mouth. I said, “’Night, Giovanni.” Then I walked into the next room and lay down, all alone.

  I thought about the night we had together. My feelings for him had not gone away from the day I met him almost a year earlier. But was it only lust? Why was I able to sleep with Chad while I still yearned for Giovanni? Was Chad a replacement because I couldn’t have him?