The Virgin Threesome

by Brit M.

  The Virgin Threesome

  A Ravenous Romance™ Original Publication

  Brit M.

  A Ravenous Romance™ Original Publication

  www.ravenousromance.com

  Copyright © 2010 by Brit M.

  Ravenous Romance™

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-359-7

  This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter One

  Marissa ran her thumb around the condensation on the whiskey tumbler that Lita had filled with cherry vodka and ice chips. It was still mostly full. The chipped Manchester United logo on the outside brought a tiny grin to her lips—Lita and her footballers. That was one of the things Marissa's best friend had brought back from her internship overseas: a passion for soccer that Marissa tried to indulge. The other thing, her freshly discovered interest in erotica, was the subject of their girl's night in. Sometimes she wondered how intertwined those two interests were for her friend, especially when Lita was purring over her life-sized posters of players.

  “I'm serious,” Lita said as she strode back into the living room and flopped onto the couch, her pint glass full again. She hit play on the remote and the sighing, wriggling, moaning couple on the screen slid back into motion. “There's so much porn out there that doesn't suck.”

  Marissa rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. The tingling cherry burn numbed her tongue for a brief second. “I don't see what you see in this.”

  The man and the woman on the screen were half-lit in their bedroom. It was almost soft-core, obviously amateur, and neither person was particularly attractive to her. The stack of movies Lita had brought over with her leaned next to the DVD player.

  “Maybe you like the heavier stuff,” Lita said.

  “Give me a break.” Marissa sighed. “Have you ever known me to be into any of…that stuff?”

  Lita gave her a look, eyebrows raised.

  “What?” Marissa said.

  “Honey, I don't think you even know if you're into any of ‘that stuff,’” she said with her fingers making quote marks in the air. “You haven't had a date since you broke it off with Jeff, have you?”

  Marissa sipped again. “No.”

  “I'm serious,” Lita said. “I respect your pickiness, but the only two guys you've been with have been so vanilla they made me want to cry for you.”

  “Just because I don't sleep around—”

  “Not what I meant,” Lita said. “It's official: tonight isn't just girl's night in. We're going to go through these movies until something gives you a real kick. You've got to have kink buried somewhere under your good-girl persona.”

  She climbed off the couch and hit the eject button on the DVD player. She popped the disc out, put it in its case, and selected something else. Marissa couldn't quite make out what the cover of the new one was and Lita turned it facedown before coming back to the couch and pushing play once again.

  Marissa almost protested, but honestly, she was curious. Jeff had been very—nice. She always dated nice boys, and the two she'd stayed with long enough to feel comfortable getting intimate were no exception. It wasn't that they hadn't made her come, or been generous, because they had. It was just that she got the feeling that Lita might be right. Her friend enjoyed sex with a passion she proudly shared, all the time, and Marissa, well, she had never gotten the kind of rush out of it that Lita did. So maybe something was missing.

  And no matter that Lita kept calling her a good-girl, she regretted having made it to her twenty-sixth birthday with only two men on her scorecard. There were so many missed opportunities that kept her up at night, imagining what it might have been like. Frankly, she wanted to be done with that side of herself and explore a little more.

  “All right,” she said after a long pause while the credits of the new movie scrolled past. “That sounds like fun.”

  Lita didn't quite do a double-take, but it was a near thing. “Good,” was all she said.

  Marissa held back a grin. It was nice to surprise know-it-all, experienced, wicked, well-traveled Lisa a little bit. On the screen, the movie began without much fanfare directed towards a plot. A blond woman with gravity-defying breasts and a brunette girl who looked much younger were cuddled up next to one of the typical porno-hunks. Marissa made a face.

  “I know where this is going,” she said.

  “Not into the mainstream boy's porn?” Lita chuckled. “Yeah, me neither. Give it a shot, though. You might like the camera angles or something.”

  The vodka still burned her tongue as she took another swallow. The melting ice chips had watered it down a bit, and it was high enough quality to actually be sippable, but it was still strong. The girls on the screen were ooh- and ahh-ing over the man's cock as they both stroked and squeezed him. Marissa had to admit it was big—as thick as the smaller, younger actress's hand where her fingers were wrapped around him, long enough for them both to have room to touch. A brief tickle of warmth shot down her spine. She had never been a…a size queen, but it was interesting to look at in their hands, made to seem larger by their worship.

  Lita pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees, drawing Marissa's attention briefly away from the screen. It was weird but not too weird to be watching this together. They'd talked about sex together since they were teenagers; shared every detail and compared stories. She was sure Lita didn't mean anything by it, either. She'd never seen her friend with a girl, not once, and Lita wasn't shy.

  “What?” she said, looking over at Marissa.

  “Nothing,” she said. “How many movies did you bring, anyway?”

  “A lot,” she said with a smirk.

  Marissa checked out the television again, watching the blonde bob her mouth up and down the actor's cock while the brunette played with his balls. This time it didn't give her any reaction—it had just been the scene with their hands on him. “Then let's switch,” she said. “Pick something, I don't know, something you think will shock me.”

  “I can do that,” Lita said.

  She wobbled a bit when she stood, putting her empty pint glass on the table. Marissa tucked her feet under her and buried her toes in the crease of the couch cushions while Lita fiddled with the DVD player and changed the disc again. She picked something from the middle of the stack.

  “Close your eyes,” she said. Marissa obediently put her hands over her face. “I'm going to just skip to a scene and see if you have to put a cushion over your head until I turn it off.”

  “I hope it's not gross,” Marissa muttered. “I'm not trying to figure out what might make me throw up.”

  “It's not gross, it's just…well, you'll see.”

  The couch dipped as she sat down again, and sound blared out of the TV: wet groans, slaps, grunts. Marissa lowered her hands even though Lita hadn't said to yet and her breath caught. She fumbled for the remote and hit pause. The still screenshot showed a toned, lanky blond man with his mouth open in a silenced cry, his eyes squeezed shut. His arms were pinned beneath his back, legs in the air with cuffs around his ankles and cords binding him sp
read to the bedposts. A man's broad hand spanned the back of his thigh with fingers gripping the flesh tight enough to mottle it white. His partner was a large man, broad in the shoulders and hips with muscles corded in his legs as he crouched to fuck into his bound companion. The camera was angled to catch the slightest view of the bigger man's dick disappearing into him, the sheen of lube and sweat glistening under the performance lights. This was the opposite of the soft-core amateur video with which Lita had started the night.

  With a suddenly shaking finger, Marissa hit play again. The couple swung into motion, the man on the bottom letting out a hearty moan as he thrashed and struggled aimlessly. His cock bounced on his stomach with his movements. Pre-come left a shining trail on his taut abs. Marissa had to swallow. Heat flared in her belly and up her spine in a wave. The bigger man's hand slipped up the blond man's thigh to his calf, bending him further backwards. The cord holding his ankles up were suddenly slack. He moaned and whimpered, eyelids fluttering.

  “Not going to change the disc?” Lita whispered, as if afraid to break Marissa's trance.

  She swallowed, hard, and took a gulp of her drink to cool the heat building in her. “No, I don't think so.”

  The top unclipped the cords and eased the blond man's legs down, massaging them with his large palms. After a moment he was all the way up to his hips, stroking them and teasing the hard, flushed cock with his fingertips. The blond man stretched on his lap. His hips rolled suggestively, as if begging for the other man to start moving again, keep fucking him. Instead, the larger man edged back and slipped out of him. He let out a groan.

  “Turn over,” the top murmured.

  His voice was low and husky. Marissa shivered. She wanted to spread her legs and ease the pressure of her thighs pressing together, but it seemed too embarrassing with Lita right there. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her pulse pounding. The blond man rolled onto his stomach. The leather binding his wrists together didn't appear so tight that it cut into him, but it looked sturdy. Marissa rubbed a thumb over her wrist bone and imagined what that must have felt like.

  She almost gasped along with him as his partner grabbed him by the hips and pulled him up onto his knees with his face buried in the bed. The top braced his own cock with his thumb and guided himself back inside the other man in one slow, slick glide. After that it was a flurry of pounding and fucking, the bigger man hammering into him hard enough that his hips made slapping sounds impacting the blonde man's ass.

  Marissa's clit throbbed. She wanted to put a hand down her panties and finish herself off—it would be quick. They were so hot, two masculine, sweat-dripping bodies colliding and sliding together. The top was so strong, so powerful. The sight of all those muscular planes instead of curves and soft plush bodies seemed to light a fire in her. If she'd ever suspected she might like women, this experiment proved her preferences. Men, and more men. The blond man was shaking under his partner, whining, and finally the other man wrapped a loose hand around his cock. It took two strokes and he was coming, the thick liquid dripping over the bigger man's fingers and between their legs. A moment later, he groaned out his release as well, and wrapped both arms around the blond man's chest. Marissa wondered if he was going to pick him up, but they just rested together, the blond man caged in the other's embrace.

  “Wow,” Lita said as the screen faded out. “You liked that.”

  Marissa put down her glass and cast a glance at her. “I—yes. I did.”

  “Okay, well,” she said. “I've got more. Lemme grab one…”

  She almost laughed. “I don't think I can handle another!”

  “Just let me show you this,” Lita said. “Test a theory.”

  “What, do you wonder if it's the boys I like, or the tying-up part?”

  “I kind of suspect you like both, honey,” Lita said, flashing a grin over her shoulder as she sifted through DVDs. “Shit, I can't believe you thought you were vanilla all these years. You never read a kinky book, or thought about it, or anything?”

  Marissa sighed. “I've been busy. You know that.”

  “So,” Lita said quietly. “This is going to be kind of personal, but you never thought about anything but boring ol’ Jeff or guys like him when you get off?”

  “Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” she said.

  “Uh-huh,” Lita murmured, returning to the couch. “You're keeping secrets.”

  “Well,” Marissa gave in. “I really didn't know I liked—that.”

  “Guy-on-guy action,” Lita clarified in a singsong voice.

  “Yes. Guy-on-guy action.”

  They burst into giggles as the next movie started. The surreal quality of being turned on watching porn with her best friend was starting to wear off, and Marissa uncurled her legs to get comfortable, bracing her feet on the coffee table. She fought a blush as her panties stuck damply to her skin. She'd liked the boys, all right. It wasn't—that big of a surprise, really. She liked watching men kiss; it made her smile. It hadn't ever lit such passion in her, but she'd never seen men fucking before, either.

  Lita scene-skipped through the introduction and hit play as soon as the two men on screen started stripping their shirts off. There was a woman sitting on the couch in the room with them, her skirt pulled up around her hips and her hand caressing herself through her panties. The men, both shaggy-haired and cutely unkempt, threw glances at her as they moved closer together. One put his hands on the other's belt and jerked it open, prompting a sigh from the woman watching. Marissa thought her jaw might drop. The ardor she'd been feeling before, which had cooled during her conversation with Lita, came rushing back. Things low in her body tightened with desire as she watched the woman direct her partners into touching each other, broad fingers petting hard muscle and tugging at hair. The men kissed with obvious passion, their mouths sliding together as they groaned and clutched at each other. Hands wandered.

  “Come over here,” said the woman on the screen.

  They broke apart to look at her, their gazes sultry. She shimmied out of her top and skirt. Only her thin silky underwear stood between them and her. Marissa bit her lower lip. The sting did nothing to quell her need. She almost gasped as the men collapsed artfully onto the couch with the woman, one on either side, and their hands found her body. The woman grasped at them, hands on their arms as they fondled and stroked her. In tandem they palmed her breasts, squeezing and massaging; as one they slipped fingers into her panties and teased her. The silk came off a moment later, baring her wet pussy to the camera and their exploring hands as one pushed his fingers inside and the other rubbed his thumb in tiny circles over her clit.

  “This is—” Marissa said, hoarse. She cleared her throat. “Hot.”

  “Yeah,” Lita said. “I've done it. Been the filling in a sandwich, I mean.”

  Marissa turned to her, eyebrows raised. “When?”

  “While I was in Europe,” Lita said, blushing. “I went to this spa, and I didn't realize it was—you know, really really full service—until I asked for two masseurs and ended up getting the happiest ending I've ever heard of.”

  Marissa almost laughed. “You had a threesome with two male prostitutes?”

  “They aren't prostitutes,” Lita grumbled. “And I don't know if I paid for it or not—the bill didn't change between when I got there and when I left. So I think they just wanted to and did it.”

  “Oh, wow.” Marissa giggled. “Now I know why you didn't tell me.”

  “Anyway,” Lita said, redirecting the conversation. “I'm telling you, it's worth it. You can feel them on both sides of you, and they can hold you twice as tight and touch you twice as much. It's…overwhelming.”

  “Oh,” Marissa sighed.

  “You don't have to sound like that,” Lita said. “You could find someone. Or two someones.”

  “Give me a break,” Marissa groaned. “I can't go into a bar and say, hey, are any of you comfortable with a bisexual threesome?”

  “Honey, that's what the In
ternet is for.”

  Marissa made a face. “That's not safe.”

  “It is if you exercise caution and practice safe sex,” Lita said. “And you don't have to go through with it. Just…you should really check some sites out. See if anybody's looking for what you're looking for.”

  “Maybe,” Marissa said.

  She turned her eyes back to the television to see one man licking the woman's nipples while the other knelt up and offered her his cock. She sucked him with gratuitous moans. Lita stood and went to the kitchen again, but Marissa was entranced by the writhing trio on the screen. The men kissed briefly over the woman's head. Marissa bit down on her knuckle to hold in a sigh of desire.

  Lita didn't come back until the scene was nearly over, and Marissa hit “stop” on the remote. They sat on the couch for a comfortable, quiet moment, sipping drinks and enjoying each other's company.

  “At least now that you've got the degree and the job, we can hang out more,” Lita said.

  “And you're back from your spa adventures,” Marissa replied with a grin.

  “I guess I should call a cab,” Lita said, glancing at the clock. “I have to work in the morning, and I don't want to walk home.”

  “Okay,” Marissa said.

  “Let me know if you want me to send you some links,” she said.

  “I will,” she murmured.

  * * * *

  Marissa put the glasses in the sink, including Lita's, which she had left along with the half-empty bottle of cherry vodka. She'd be back to get them soon enough. The apartment was quiet and still. Marissa rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, leaning one hip against the counter. It was late. She had to work the next day, too, but she couldn't get the thought out of her mind—should she e-mail Lita and ask for those websites? It wasn't something old Marissa would have ever dreamed of. In fact, it seemed impossible. But the image of those men petting and kissing the woman in the porn movie wouldn't get out of her head, either. To be pressed between them, watching them kiss; the thought sent a bolt of desire through her body. She shivered.