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by George Punwell


  “My knees?” I asked incredulously, putting my arms low around her waist and slipping my hands into her back pockets.

  She pushed out her elbows, forcing my hands away and pushing me down to my knees, “Yeah, your knees. So, get to work, I don’t just want to go all the way right away.”

  I undid her jeans for the second time tonight, but did nothing else, sitting back on my toes looking up at her. “Yes, and?”

  “And, I want the whole deal, like Eve gets all the time!” she said, clearly annoyed with the balance of attention in our little three-way relationship.

  “Oooh, I see.” I smirked. I tugged on the legs of her jeans until the topmost part of her panties was exposed. I stood up quickly and kissed her hard, surprising her, I think. Still kissing her, I gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. I pushed her against my bed, and she fell back, her legs dangling over the edge. I had to brace myself and pull hard to relieve her of her jeans, leaving her in just her black bra and panties. I tossed her pants over my shoulder and reached for her tight black panties.

  As much as I loved seeing her in such skimpy garments, I liked it so much more when she was out of them. The light piece of fabric was still soaking wet, making me wonder how she could stand to be in them for the amount of time she did. All the while she was struggling mightily to get out of her bra, her fingers unable to work the little clasp thingy behind her back. On this close inspection I realized just how much thicker and more muscled her calves and thighs were compared to Eve. You could really appreciate the differences that close up. I tossed her panties next to her pants and looked back at her now bare slit.

  I sighed, “My, my, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.”

  She giggled lightly, “Are you talking to me or to my…”

  “Hmm maybe both.” I replied, taking one leg in both hands and turning to face her other limb, beginning to lightly kiss her inner thigh. Already she was beginning to wiggle around under my touch.

  “You’re gonna have to relax.” I said, giving her leg a squeeze and trying to inject some calm into her through eye contact.

  “I can’t! It feels funny.” She whined, her legs flexing and her toes curling. I smiled, shaking my head and rested my elbows on her knees, creating a bridge between her legs to rest my chin on.

  “Then I should stop?” I asked, “Because this is what Eve gets.”

  “Well no but…uh but.” She sat up, looking at me with a frustrated expression in her eyes.

  I smiled, letting out an overdramatic sigh, “Well if you must…” I pulled her legs, moving her closer to my face. She suppressed a cry of surprise as I lightly kissed the area above her clit. However, I had to stop as she clamped her thighs around my head, hard. I grabbed her knees and pulled her legs apart with a supreme effort.

  “What did I say? You have to relax, otherwise we’re just going to have to skip all this and go right to the last step.”

  “Okay, okay! I’m sorry.” She squeaked, relaxing her legs and putting her hands on my head, lightly pulling me back towards her pussy. I resisted, forcing her to pull harder. She was so much fun.

  “Tom!” she whined. I let up and began kissing around her outer area once more. She kept her hands on my head, pulling me harder against her or backing me off if it was too much. I was shocked to say the least when, after I ran my tongue over her clit, she carefully pushed my head back and took a deep breath.

  “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”

  “Doesn’t feel good to you?” I asked curiously. It intrigued me to discover the little differences like this, between Brook and Eve.

  “I don’t know, it just feels too weird.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I stood and sat down on the bed next to her. I honestly did not expect this to happen. Sure, I was a little disappointed, but if she didn’t like it then I wasn’t going to force it on her. I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it.

  “So now what?” I asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.

  She sighed and sagged in on herself, her shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry. I ruined it didn’t I?” she said in a tiny voice, sounding like she was on the brink of tears.

  I pulled her to me, cradling her naked body against me, running my fingers through her loose hair. “You’re gonna have to stop saying you’re sorry. And I wouldn’t say you ruined it; I’d say you made it more…interesting.” She looked me in the eye, tears forming and her lip quivering, “Which means we’ll have to figure out something to do tomorrow.” I said with a wry little grin.

  “Really?” she sniffed, eyes brightening.

  “If it’s what you want.” She giggled and hugged me.

  “Hey!” She said all of a sudden, pulling away to look at me.

  “What?” I was a little startled, thinking that I had accidentally touched her wrong or moved a certain way.

  “You still have all your clothes on!” She frowned as if disappointed in me and plucked my shirt away from my chest. “This is just garbage; you get me all butt naked and you haven’t even taken off your socks!”

  “Well neither have you.” I pointed out, fighting a losing battle to keep a straight face. She looked down at her little pink athletic socks and looked back at me with narrowed eyes.

  “I can’t believe you’re just noticing.” I laughed.

  “Shut up!” also struggling to hold back her smile. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head before pushing me back. The back of my head hit the wall and bounced off of it with a loud thud. I grabbed the back of my head and rolled over, cursing.

  “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, are you okay?” she called, latching onto my back and cradling my head in her arms.

  “Ow, I’m fine.” I grunted, rubbing the back of my head.

  “Aww let me kiss it.” She giggled, tenderly kissing the back of my head.

  “All better.” I laughed, turning over underneath her.

  “It had better be, my kisses are magical.” She giggled, kissing my lips. She was of course, absolutely correct. She sighed, nestling her nakedness against me before surprising herself with a yawn.

  “It might be the concussion speaking here but,” she grinned and smacked my shoulder, “I for one am exhausted. How about you?”

  “Yeah.” She replied quietly, pushing up off of me and clambering off the bed for her backpack. After digging into it for a moment she pulled out a fresh set of underwear and struggled into it.

  “Those are cute.” I commented, getting up to pull out my sleeping stuff from my dresser. She looked down at herself, blushing a little bit. She had on a relatively tight, or at least it seemed that way to me, pink bra and panties.

  “What, these?” she asked, disguising a tiny smile.

  “Yeah, I like them.” I said while getting into a lighter pair of shorts.

  “Thanks.” She said quietly, blushing harder and looking down at her feet.

  “Wow, could you be any more adorable?” I laughed, getting back onto my bed and pushing the heavy sheets off the end.

  “Maybe.” She drew out the word as she climbed onto my bed and crawled under the light cover, I left on the bed. I followed suit and soon she had her arm over my chest and her head close enough to my shoulder so she might as well be on it. My bed wasn’t large by any standard, not even close to Eve’s, but it was comfortable enough for two who didn’t mind being close to each other. And soon enough we were both fast asleep, and at least I for one didn’t care that I had missed out on good time, she wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was I.

  However, the next morning was probably the most ego boosting, if not slightly amusing, thing I may have ever experienced.

  “Son of a…” was the first thing I heard when I cracked my eyes open, squinting at the dawn light that squeezed itself underneath my shades.

  “What? What’s the matter?” I croaked groggily, rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from my eyes. Brook was standing next to the bed by her backpack with her back to me. At the sound
of my voice she made to turn around but apparently forced herself not to, instead turning her head to look at me out of the corner of her eye.

  “Oh! Um nothing, nothing. Nothing to worry about.” She responded quickly. I think she hadn’t meant to wake me with her curse and didn’t want to tell me why she was up and out of bed in the first place. I sat up and looked at her with narrowed eyes.

  “Did you do something?” I asked wryly.

  “No.”

  “Really?” When I moved something caught my attention. I felt down the side of my shorts until I found what it was. A little patch of my shorts was damp, not terribly so, but noticeable. I checked myself and found no reason for there to be anything like that, especially that far down my leg. I stood up and stepped towards her, surprised when she shied away from me.

  “Oh, come on, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing I said!” she turned as I tried to see what she was hiding.

  “Please. What do you think I’m going to do?” I urged, lightly grabbing her shoulder and turning her around. Her hands shot to her crotch, hiding the front of her panties from sight. Now this could mean one of two things. One, she had an ‘accident’ in the traditional sense of the term, which, I highly doubted due to the lack of ‘evidence’. The second, and more likely reason, was an incredibly interesting theory that I would love to hear from her own mouth.

  I pulled her hands away and took a peek at what she had been hiding, confirming my latter suspicions.

  “Well?” I asked, holding her hands and looking into her eyes with all the reassurance and non-threatening intentions I could muster.

  She looked around like she was making sure no one was listening in before looking

  back into my eyes. “But, it’s embarrassing.”

  “When has that stopped you from doing anything? And plus, it’s just me for crying out loud.”

  She shuffled her feet and squeezed my hands, before pulling away and picking out her work clothes from her backpack. And just when I thought she wasn’t going to say anything after all she spoke.

  “I dreamed about you.”

  “You dreamed about me?” I asked, feigning confusion.

  “Yes.”

  “How so?” I figured this innocent, unassuming; line of questioning would lead her to open up on her own accord, so I didn’t have to dig it out of her. I also pulled her close to me, another comforting gesture to aid in her recollection. She folded her arms vertically in front of her and laid her head against my chest, staring off into dreamland. She was just the perfect height so I could rest my chin on the top of her head as she talked.

  “Well I, I don’t know…what we almost did…and then sleeping with you…and then it was just wow, such a nice dream,” she sighed, “you did all kinds of things to me…and we did all that o-oral stuff. And the next thing I knew I was…I was, r-rubbing myself on your leg.” She sighed again.

  I gave her a little squeeze, “Aww poor horny little thing.”

  “It’s really not funny.” She said, trying her best not to giggle.

  “Yes, it is, and you know it. Now come on and get dressed we gotta go soon.”

  Half an hour later we were in the car and headed for work, still in a good mood for the most part. Though I may have gone overboard in teasing her about various little things from this morning. When we got to our cubes, we found that Eve was already hard at it and had given us plenty of work to do. I saw little of Brook that morning, but Eve would stop by to give me something else to do when I finished. She spent a few extra minutes with me right before lunch.

  “So how was last night stud muffin?” she snickered, totally full of herself.

  “Fine.” Her face changed in a way that I couldn’t quite grasp, but I ran with it anyways, “Why, jealous again?”

  “Ha, you wish!” she lowered her voice so it couldn’t be heard past the cubicle walls, “I am well aware that I can have you whenever I want you. I’m merely being generous, sharing you with Brook so SHE doesn’t become jealous.” She said with a triumphant expression.

  “Really?” I drawled slyly. “Then I guess you’ve got some making up to do, after what Brook and I did all night long.” Something flashed through her eyes, something I may have wanted to avoid causing.

  She stared at me for the longest time, not saying anything, not moving a muscle, before turning on her heel and marching back to her office.

  “Shit.” I breathed. After a moment I shot out of my chair and rushed over to Brook’s cube.

  “Hi Tom!” she chirped brightly.

  “Ok if Eve asks, we fucked all night long alright.” I said quietly but forcefully.

  “B-but, What?”

  “Please.” I said before rushing back to my cube. Not five seconds after sitting down I caught Eve striding past, out of the corner of my eye, purpose in her step and determination in her eye, heading in the direction I just came from.

  “Shit.” I cursed again.

  I had just turned around in my chair when I heard, “Tom, would you meet me in my office please.” I turned and saw Eve standing with hands on hips, tapping her foot and looking royally pissed off.

  “W-what?”

  “You heard me.” Her voice was raised enough so that she could be heard fairly well. I stood up and walked past her, actually scared that I had done something wrong and was about to get chewed out for it. It didn’t cross my mind that it had anything to do with what I had told Brook to say or the little lie I had given Eve. I stepped into her office and turned around as she closed the door behind her.

  “What did I do?” I asked nervously.

  She paused for a long, nerve-wracking moment, before reaching behind her and flicking off the lights. In the dark her voice floated across the void to my terrified mind, “Nothing…yet.” Her bright white teeth flashed in the gloom.

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