Threesomed 2

by New Dawning Books

  "Yeah, from what I’ve been able to determine it’s the best thing going. What’s the matter? I thought you liked sex, too."

  "Of course I do, I just don’t perseverate on it."

  Sandy’s brow dipped low. "Persever…what?"

  Malia rolled her eyes. "Perseverate. It means dwell on and sex is all you think and talk about."

  "Well, next time say that. We don’t all read the dictionary when we go to the toilet."

  "Sandy!" I leaned into her space. "That’s enough ladies. You’re creating a spectacle. What’s the matter anyway? Isn’t Rod’s rod taking care of you anymore?

  Before Sandy could answer, Malia turned to me and cattily explained, "Haven’t you heard, Rod’s rod is taking care of Gwen Shipman, now.

  My mouth dropped open. "No!" Feeling sympathetic, since the exact same thing happened to me last month, I turned to Sandy. "You broke up with Rod?"

  A tear formed in her eye "No, it was the other way around. The asshole was dickin’ me and Gwen at the same time and I told him to pick one of us."

  Malia’s smile was impish. "And guess who he picked."

  "Shut up Malia. I just hope the son-na-bitch doesn’t show up here with that cunt on his arm and embarrass me." Sandy chugged the rest of her beer and set the can down. "Do you realize this is the first time since we’ve known each other that none of us are involved?"

  Sipping her wine again, Malia then lit a cigarette. "So?"

  "So, we should celebrate."

  Malia snickered. "We are celebrating. We’re at a Phi Delta Upsilon party."

  "No, I mean really celebrate."

  I offered my champagne glass for a toast. "To men. May their dicks turn green, shrivel up and fall off."

  Falling back into the couch, Malia howled with laughter. "Cindy you are such a kick."

  But Sandy didn’t think it was funny. "Are you kidding? Cocks are the only thing that’s good about men."

  "I agree," added Malia."

  Feeling a little tipsy from four and a half flutes of bubbly, I made a wicked suggestion. "Then that’s how we should celebrate."

  Their interest was obvious. "How?" both girls queried.

  I glanced around to make sure no one paid us any attention, then spoke sotto voce so no one else could hear, "We find a cock connected to moderately attractive guy, take him to our apartment and fuck his lights out."

  Malia backed away, placed her hand to her sizable chest and gasped. "Ooh, I don’t think I could do that."

  "That’s a fucking, great idea, excuse the adjective, great. Why can’t you do that, Malia? Afraid you might perseverate on a man’s anatomy?"

  Malia swallowed. "I could have sex all right, but with you two watching? I don’t know."

  "That’s one of the things that would make it fun," I opined, "Keep drinking. The idea will grow on you."

  "I’m out of wine."

  Sandy rose then pulled Malia to her feet. "And I’m out of beer…but the bar’s not. C’mon, Princess Malia, let’s get another round so we can get wasted and laid in that order."

  I held my forefinger to my lips. "Shush! Not so loud. No one else needs to know what we’re thinking about."

  "You’re right," Sandy agreed, we don’t want to give the other bitches any ideas. Are you coming?"

  I rolled my eyes. "Not yet, but I plan to."

  Malia giggled.

  "You and Malia go ahead. I’ll stay here and keep our places."

  Malia and Sandy hadn’t been gone thirty seconds when Malcolm Dickles, whom I called Dickhead, plopped down beside me. "How’s my favorite cheerleader? You know what I really like about you?"

  "No telling."

  "Your short blonde hair."

  I pursed my lips. "I’m impressed. You can leave now, this seat is taken."

  "I know, I saw your friends leave. That doesn’t matter.

  Cindy, if I had a nickel for everyone I’ve met who is as beautiful as you—"

  "You’d have five cents. You told me that one a couple weeks ago."

  Malcolm looked incredulous. "I did. Well, you would be gorgeous even if you were dark haired like Malia and Sandy. You know I heard about you and Chad breaking up."

  "So"

  "So, if I were to ask you for sex, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?"

  "Malcolm. Don't take this wrong, because it also applies to some three billion other men, but I’m not the least bit interested in having sex with you."

  He shook his head and sighed. "Well it's your loss."

  "I'll chance it. By the way, I saw Janis Moffet around here. She might be interested."

  "Janis Moffet!" Faking like he puked, he got up and left just before my get laid co-conspirators returned.

  Malia handed a flute of champagne to me, before sitting to my right. "What did he want?"

  "The usual."

  Sandy, now on my left nudged me. "You weren't thinking of—"

  "No fucking way. I said the cock had to be connected to moderately attractive guy."

  Sandy fanned herself with a cocktail napkin. "Thank God. I thought for a moment you lost it."

  Malia shook my arm.

  "Cindy, isn’t that your former boyfriends’ roommate?"

  I sipped my wine and gazed around a room that must have held fifty people. "Where?"

  Malia pointed. "At end of the bar in a green striped shirt and purple plaid trousers. He’s drinking a can of beer."

  My gaze tracked Malia’s forefinger, but dancing couples blocked my view. Finally, after I leaned into Sandy to see around them I spotted him. "Yeah that’s Carl all right."

  Sipping her beer, Sandy took a look at Carl and promptly spit the beer out. "Sorry, the beer got in the wrong pipe." She hitched her head toward Carl. "That's your former boyfriend’s roommate?"

  "Ah-huh."

  "He's better looking than your boyfriend. I suppose he has a girlfriend."

  I set my champagne glass down. "Not that I know of."

  Sandy leaned forward. "No! Then he's our guy."

  He was good looking, but… "I don't know."

  "Why the fuck not?"

  I scrunched my nose. "He's kind of a loner. I don’t think he even dates."

  Sandy’s brow dipped low. "He’s gay?"

  I snickered. "Worse. He’s a geek."

  Sandy’s mouth opened and her bright blue eyes bulged. "That great looking hunk of man flesh is a geek?"

  I nodded. "Yep."

  She waved her hands. "But he’s…he’s great looking!"

  "Yes he is, but look how he's dressed."

  Sandy nodded and pursed her lips. "Yeah he is dressed kind of dorky."

  "Yes and beside that he has the personality of a mop."

  Sandy’s eyebrows arched. "A mop?"

  Malia joined the conversation, "Look at him. How could someone tall dark and handsome as he is be a geek?"

  I cupped my chin, index finger extended across my lips. "Hmm, let me think. What makes me think Carl Miller is a geek?"

  Could it be, that he totally ignored me when I was at Chad’s."

  Sandy's nostrils flared and her lips formed a perfect circle. "Oh did your ego get hurt when the handsome man ignored the pretty redhead."

  "Okay, That might be true but how about he doesn’t look you in the eye when he talks. Or how about the fact that his nose is always buried in a book. Or maybe it’s the fact that at the age of twenty, he’s a virgin."

  Both my friend’s mouths fell open. "He’s a virgin?"

  "That’s what Chad told me. And that cinches it for me. A good looking guy that’s twenty years old and a virgin, has got to be a geek."

  Malia nodded agreement, but Sandy disagreed, "He could just be shy. That would explain everything. Actually, shy, geek, dweeb or whatever, I’m randy enough right now where I wouldn’t mind getting between the sheets and taking him for a test ride. It would be good for me and a first for Carl."

  Half laughing, Malia elbowed her. "Oh Sandy. You are such a
slut."

  "That’s because being a slut is a lot more fun than being a prude."

  Malia stiffened. "I’m not a prude?"

  Sandy flipped a fallen lock of blonde hair, back in place. "I never said you were. Look, I never saw a dick yet that had a personality, and the only thing we're interested in is the guy's dick, right?"

  Malia and I nodded.

  "Then I say mop man is our guy?"

  Hmm, I never thought about fucking Carl. "I have a question."

  "Yeah," Sandy said.

  "If Carl is a virgin, like Chad said, he might ejaculate prematurely, and we might be left playing with ourselves."

  Sandy giggled. "Or each other."

  Malia frowned. "What?"

  "Nothing. That could happen with any guy we find. Look, we are, if I do say so myself, three attractive, sexy girls. All three of us will be in his bed, naked as the playmate of the month. If the three of us, using our hands and mouth can't get him up for at least round two we may as well turn in our bras."

  That made sense. I leaned around the dancers to get another look at him. Wiry thin and tall with black hair, sexy brown eyes, a pointy nose and a day old beard—yep, he never looked better. Suddenly our eyes met and his lips formed a sly smile. He hitched his head and my stomach lurched and felt as if it jumped into my throat. I jerked back, but my pussy felt warm and growing wet.

  "What's the matter?" asked Sandy.

  "He saw me scoping him."

  "Good, wave him over."

  I looked at the ceiling. "Are you sure?"

  Malia nodded, emphatically. "I am, my pussy's getting wet looking at him. He really appeals to me."

  "Me too. Wave mop man over."

  I looked around the dancing couples again and, Oh no! Carl was talking to the school tramp. "Oh shit!"

  "What's the matter?"

  "He's talking to Janis Moffet."

  Sandy hitched her head back. "He's talking to 'easy meat'?"

  I nodded. "I'm afraid so."

  "Well, girl get your ass over there and rescue him."

  "I can't."

  "Why the fuck not."

  Malia lolled her head in a circle, "Sandy, do you have to be such a garbage mouth?"

  "I thought you weren’t a prude."

  "Malia’s right. You don’t have to say fuck so often."

  Sandy pursed her lips and shrugged. "I’m a slut, remember,

  Malia sneered. "How can we possibly forget when you keep reminding us?"

  Fuck you Malia. Our plans are in crisis. Cindy get your ass over there and save our virgin mop man from the biggest whore on campus."

  Sending brain waves, I stared at him. Look at me, look at me, look at me, please. The please must have done it, for Carl finally looked my way. I gave him my 'I give great head smile,' and waved. He nodded whispered something to Janis—probably, I gotta go get some head—and came our way.

  "All right, I got his attention and he's coming over."

  "Good." Sandy glanced at him. "Holy shit! Take a look at the prominent bulge in his sexy plaid trousers where a certain male apparatus goes."

  "Holy Batman. He must have a Louisville slugger down there." Malia half-joked.

  I laughed. "Yeah, I’ve seen it before. I’ve wondered it was real or a roll of toilet paper."

  Sandy frowned. "If he’s not out to get laid, why would he stuff his briefs with ass wipe?"

  Malia cringed. "Sandy!"

  I agreed. "Good point."

  "I’m betting that bulge is solid man meat and we're going to find out."

  I cocked my head. "And just how are we going to do this?"

  "Haven't figured it out yet, but I'm working on it."

  The closer Carl got the more nervous I became. When he drew close, I did something, I'd never done before—I stood and hugged him. And when I did, I knew Sandy and Malia were right. The bulge in his pants was solid male baseball bat and ready to hit a homerun. Make that three homeruns. My nipples hardened as they brushed his chest his bulge pressed into my abdomen. Oh God, I'm not wearing a bra. My heart started thumping his cheek glided across mine and he planted a peck near my neck. This is Carl? "Hi, Carl, long time no rise…I mean see."

  "I know. I missed seeing your pretty smiling face. What's it been two or three weeks since you and Chad broke it off?"

  "A month." I laughed. "But who's counting. Come meet my friends." I took his hand, it was cool and a bit wet. I'm sure mine was worse. "Carl, This are my friends, Sandy Simmons and this is Malia Palmer. And we all want to fuck your lights out. "Ladies, this is Carl Miller."

  Carl offered his hand, but following my example, they rose and hugged him. As Sandy sat down she whispered in passing, "It's real and it's real…big!"

  "Won't you have a bite…I mean seat, Carl."

  He looked confused. "Where will you sit? I couldn't take your seat."

  "I'll just sit on your lap." On your slugger.

  Carl's eyebrows arched. "Really."

  I flashed an overdone smile. "Really. You have a problem with that?"

  His head shook earnestly. "None, whatsoever." Smiling as he sat he took my hand and helped to his lap. I wrapped my left arm over his shoulder and sat on his…baseball bat. Let me tell you, sitting on a man's boner can be very disconcerting. It can also be very arousing. I fidgeted around until it was comfortable and he wriggled until it wasn't.

  When we seemed to have found a happy medium, he said, "I want to thank you for luring me away from Janis Moffet."

  "You're welcome. Was she bothering you?"

  "Not in so many ways, but she kept saying if I went upstairs to her room, she would make it worth my while."

  That was not what I wanted to hear. "Sandy, I need to go to the restroom, would you accompany me?"

  "Of course."

  I rose and turned to Malia. "Sandy and I are going to the restroom. Would you stay here and keep Carl company?"

  While Carl wasn't looking she ran her tongue across her top lip. "It'll be my pleasure."

  Part Two

  The minute we walked into the ladies room, I turned to Sandy. "Did you hear what he said?"

  "Yeah, so what?"

  "So we're talking about the same thing, come to our apartment and we'll make it worth your while."

  "Fuckin' Janis Moffet. Let me think. Did Carl drive here?"

  I flipped my hands to the side and slapped my thighs. "I assume so. His and Chad's apartment is four or five miles away on the edge of a park. It's quite nice really."

  "Hmm, that's interesting. Let's go back out there I need to ask our boy some questions."

  I wondered how Sandy would ask Carl questions while I sat on his lap, but instead of sitting, she grabbed his hand and said, "I feel like dancing..

  He laughed. "All right, but I have to warn you. I'm a terrible dancer."

  "It doesn't matter. I can teach you."

  I watched with great interest as Sandy and Carl danced. I thought they would dance one song and that would be it, but they kept going. Carl must have found the experience entertaining because he smiled and laughed the whole time they danced. At first, as he said, Carl was as terrible, but Sandy was persistent and gradually Carl progressed. It wasn't Dancing With The Stars, but the more they danced, Carl's improvement was quite noticeable.

  Malia slid over by me to better watch. "Will you look at that? Sandy is dancing up a storm and mop man is keeping up."

  I laughed. "Carl, his name is Carl. It would never do if we were trying to seduce him and one of us called him mop man, by accident."

  She laughed. "You're right. It would sure dampen the mood if one of us slipped. Look at them. They seem to be having a ball."

  "Yes, the way Carl is laughing and carrying on, he may be coming out of his shell."

  When the band took a break, Sandy and Carl returned. Obviously tired and warm, they both chugged the rest of their drinks.

  Without Carl noticing, Sandy winked at us. "Carl would like us to come to his apartment so we can teach
him to dance and have fun. Right Carl?"

  "Yes, I haven't had this much fun in years."

  She pinched Carl's cheek. "You are such a cutie, I could just eat you up."

  I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

  "Isn't he girls."

  It sounded like Sandy had us girls halfway into Carl's sack. "Yeah he is."

  "I'll ride with Carl. Cindy, since you know where Carl lives, you can show Malia the way and meet us there."

  I rose. "Will do." I hugged Sandy, then Carl, who was still hard and Malia also hugged them.

  I smiled, when we walked by Janis Moffet as we left, locked in the arms of none other than Malcolm 'Dickhead' Dickly—a match made in heaven…or wherever.

  Riding with Malia to Carl's apartment, my heart beat ten miles over the speed limit at the idea of participating in a ménage with my two girlfriends and Carl. Sitting there as we drove, I had time to think about it and finally admitted to myself that I really wanted to fuck Carl. That's when I realized I'd wanted him even when I went with Chad. I even recalled one night when I had sex with Chad that I wondered what sex with Carl would be like and imagined his cock in me instead of Chad's.

  Malia knocked on the door of Apartment 12A and Carl pulled the door open. As we entered Sandy ran up to us. "Oh, I'm glad you're here. Carl and I feel like doing something risqué. Don't we Carl?"

  "Ah-huh."

  "Like what?" Malia asked, excitedly.

  "Yeah, like what?"

  Sandy glanced at Carl. "Well, I suggested Strip Poker."

  Malia bounced on the balls of her feet. "Ooh, I love strip poker. That sounds like fun."

  Carl draped an arm around Sandy's shoulder. "And I suggested Strip Musical Chairs."

  A glance at Carl's crotch revealed he was even harder and huge. I wonder if he knows what we have in mind for him? I'm sure he did because the mood between us all seemed electrified. "Mmm, that sounds like fun too." I eased up to Carl, but resisted touching his whopper. "You wouldn't have a problem taking off your clothes in front of us?"

  He draped his other arm around me. "Maybe, a little, but it'd be worth it to see you three beauties taking your clothes off."

  Malia pushed her sizable chest out. "I'm game."

  I wrapped my arm around Carl's waist. "Me too, but which way are we going to strip? Strip musical chairs or poker."

  Carl shrugged. "I don't care. Flip a coin. Heads it's poker, tails it's musical chairs."