I deflected Amy’s question with some joke about showing up “like a pimp” with all three of them on my arm. She’d laughed at that and dropped the subject, but I already knew it was going to be a problem. Sure, I had more than a month until prom—time enough to figure it out—but a nagging worry nevertheless crawled into the back of my mind, made itself comfortable, and refused to leave.
Obviously, my joke about bringing all three was just that, a joke. It was one thing for me to be in a situation where I was casually fooling around with Corrine, Amy, and Elizabeth, but none of them would be happy to attend prom with one third of a date. And honestly? I would have felt less like a “pimp” and more like some weird sleaze-ball.
So, who DID I want to invite? And what would happen to the girls I didn’t? Liz would be crushed, Amy would be pissed, and Corrine would think it was punishment for the hurtful things she had said to me back when she was dating Steve.
A year ago, I would have guessed that my biggest challenge with prom would be finding ONE girl who would want go with me, not deciding between three of the hottest ladies in school.
There was no winning play. In the meantime, I did my best to keep myself distracted.
After Corrine’s return, our remaining days at the cabin passed in a surreal, debaucherous blur. For the first time in our lives as sexually active teenagers, there were no parents to interfere for an entire week. No curfews to avoid, no fear of being caught in the act, and no difficulty finding privacy when we wanted it.
We could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. And we wanted it pretty much non-stop.
By the fourth day, everyone was so horny that we no longer even made a pretense of being interested in anything else. We still hung out and joked, and ate meals as a group, but that part of the day felt almost like an intermission for the important stuff: the sex.
Hours passed in what felt like minutes. One day led into the next without us even realizing it. We no longer slept on any particular schedule, we just zonked out when we were too tired to fool around anymore.
Sadly, that awesome night in the hot tub proved to be my last foursome with Amy, Corrine, and Elizabeth. The conditions had been perfect to create a spontaneous, uncontrollable, one-time explosion of lust, but after that night, group stuff felt awkward and forced. The three girls were willing to share me, but not at the same time.
Looking back, it was just as well. I doubt I would have had the stamina to last the entire week if I had been expected to simultaneously pleasure three women all by myself.
The only exception was one night, when Amy tried to sleep in the other bed while I was devouring Corrine’s pussy, and the sound of our lovemaking got her so turned on that she insisted on joining in. She pressed herself behind me and gave my cock a reach-around while fingering herself through the soaked cotton of her panties.
I tried not to be distracted, but I barely made it through Corrine’s climax. As soon as my big-titted blonde lover finished coming, I leaned back and let myself go—watching as long trails blasted out of me and splashed onto Corrine’s pubic hair, dripping down between her legs.
But other than that, my various rendezvous with the three girls were all one-on-one.
I saw substantially less of the two couples we were staying with, as they kept mostly to the privacy of their own rooms. There were a few memorable times, however, when I would be walking past the living room only to see Stephanie and Simon’s sweaty bodies writhing on the couch, or when I would go out for a dip in the hot tub and discover that it was already occupied by Talia and Rachel, their naked bosoms splashing against each other as they kissed.
Liz and I lost any compunction about spying on Stephanie and Simon from our adjoining bathroom. Watching our amorous neighbors through the slats in the door became something of an unspoken game, as a matter of fact. They would try to be as quiet as possible, and if we still caught them in the act, we won.
And it went both ways: more than once, while I was getting a passionate blowjob from Elizabeth, I heard excited laughter and moans coming through the door as Simon and Stephanie peaked in on us, no doubt frigging each other just as we did when we watched them. On the few occasions when we knew we were being spied on, Liz and I would reposition ourselves on the bed to provide a better view for our audience: her tits for Simon’s enjoyment, and my cock for Stephanie’s. The exhibitionist thrill of it just adding to our own arousal.
I don’t think any of us would have been willing to actually, deliberately fuck our partner in front of the neighbors, but the bathroom door provided the perfect smokescreen. Keeping the voyeurs out of sight made it much more comfortable for everyone involved.
To their credit, neither Simon nor Stephanie actually had “sex” during that entire time. She wanted to wait until prom, and he was willing to oblige her. They did do just about everything else, however.
It was much the same story with Elizabeth and myself. At first, she claimed that she didn’t want to go “all the way” with me because she wasn’t on the pill yet, but when I suggested the simple solution of driving into town and buying a pack of Trojans, she admitted that, in reality, she just wasn’t ready to lose her virginity.
She was clearly self-conscious about this self-perceived “prudishness” on her part, but I understood better than anyone how emotionally messy losing one’s virginity could be, and I told her she had nothing to be ashamed of.
Liz looked away from me, frowning. “But you’re actually getting to have sex with Amy and Corry! I must be so much more boring compared to them.”
I shut her up by kissing her as passionately as I possibly could.
“Nobody—NOBODY—kisses me the way you do, Elizabeth. My brain spins out into another galaxy when you kiss me.”
I was too nervous tell her the full truth—that there was something else that made my time with Liz so special. Much as I tried to shut it out and simply focus on how hot the girl was, I was always overcome with a strange, unexplainable euphoria when I was in her company. Sex with Amy and Corrine was a blast, to be sure. But just touching Elizabeth was pure bliss. Even doing something utterly innocent, like holding her hand.
I refused to put a name on this feeling, because I feared I already knew what that name would be, and it wasn’t a word I was ready to deal with right now. I tried with all my might to keep things between us on a purely “sex and friendship” level. Just like I was able to do with Amy and Corry.
Hence my diabolical plan.
I had Elizabeth follow me into the woods, until I was sure we were out of earshot of the cabin. Alone at last, I gently pushed her up against the trunk of an old tree that looked to be about the right size for what I had in mind.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded, her eyes wide as I leaned down and tasted another of her kisses. The sweetness of her lips was already making me hard.
“Take off my belt,” I whispered.
She did as she was told, kissing me all the while. Soon as she was done, I took the belt from her, then grabbed her hands and immediately pinned them both above her head. I wrapped my belt around the trunk of the tree and over her hands, cinching it in place gently enough to ensure I hadn’t hurt her.
“There. Now you’re my prisoner.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed, but, truth be told, I think she liked the idea of being dominated a little bit. If she had actually wanted to get loose, it would have been the easiest thing in the world for Liz to slip her hands free of my makeshift restraint.
I reached into my pocket and took out the fluffy pink belt from her Hello Kitty bathrobe (I had stolen it earlier for this very moment) and we both laughed while I used it to blindfold her.
“Oh no!” she feigned, “What ever are you plotting?”
“No talking!”
She stifled a giggle at our little game. For a full minute, I just admired the view of my Mediterranean goddess: waves of dark hair spilling down slender shoulders. Beneath the simple blue tank top she wore, Liz’s disproportionately large breasts were pushed up and together by her elevated arms. She had a pair of cute capris shorts on over those full hips, and her fair-skinned legs shifted nervously while she waited for me to make my move.
Robbed of her sight, her head perked up, like a bird’s, listening for clues.
Silently, I leaned in and kissed her on the throat. When she rewarded me with an excited gasp, I knew we were both in for some fun.
After a moment’s consideration, I nipped her ear, sending a shiver through her whole body.
I ran my finger along the delicate softness of her lower lip…
Slid my tongue along the surface of her inner thigh…
Cast a breath of air across the nape of her neck…
Each tiny, unexpected touch built her arousal, bit by bit. A chaste kiss on the cheek made Elizabeth rub her legs together. Her nipples plumped up beneath the fabric of her shirt.
I was grinning ear-to-ear, thinking ahead to my next point of attack. Ever so softly, I cupped her breast. Not squeezing, not groping, merely letting my hand glide along the beautiful curve. Liz held her breath the entire time.
Then, just as my palm reached one of her nipples, I pulled it away—
And planted my mouth on the other.
“Ooh!” she shrieked in surprise. I bit down slightly, making sure that she could feel me through the material of her bra.
Somehow, I found the willpower to wrench myself away from her tit long enough to kiss the girl full on the mouth. She moaned, giving into her building passion, taunting me with the tip of her tongue.
While Liz was distracted by our passionate kiss, I surprised her again by grabbing both of her tits and squeezing hard. The sudden fierceness of my hands on her body provoked a moan, and the girl’s lips positively melted against mine in response.
Her bra needed to go.
My hands teased their way up her back, beneath her shirt, and unsnapped the hook. As always, there was an audible SNAP of elastic as the weight of Elizabeth’s enormous tits bounced free of their prison. I couldn’t get the shoulder straps off, not with her hands pinned to the tree above her head, so instead I hiked up her tank top above the thrust of her chest, revealing a naughty, black lace bra underneath.
That bra hung limply atop Elizabeth’s mountainous bosom. Careful not to actually touch her, I lifted the dangling bra cups up off her skin, exposing Liz’s dark, desperate nipples to the open air.
They looked delicious. Begging for attention. There was nothing I wanted more than to put those sensitive nipples in my mouth and go wild—and she knew it. I could see by the way Liz was anxiously biting her lip that she fully expected me to drop my tongue to her awesome boobs and satiate them any instant now.
So I didn’t. I lowered my face down until I was just a millimeter away, the ragged heat of my breath tickling her breasts…
Then I cupped her pussy through her shorts.
Liz went completely rigid, stung by the unexpected source of pleasure. Her whole body started shaking as I massaged her there, slowly enough that it was impossible for her to come. Impatient for more stimulation, she thrust her chest at my face, silently pleading for my mouth against her hard nipples.
But she wasn’t the one in charge.
Finally, she gave up trying to outguess me. Her head lulled forward on a limp neck and I saw a resigned smile cross her lips. Beautiful Elizabeth was putty in my hands.
I took that as my cue to finally go for her breasts. She whimpered helplessly while I squeezed and licked her soft flesh. As always, I was amazed to see such gigantic breasts on a girl who stood just 5’2”. Liz had the most sensitive nipples of any girl I had ever met, and I took full advantage of that fact by suckling them until she was only seconds away from orgasm.
But I wasn’t quite done with her yet. I regretfully let her engorged nipple slip from my loving lips and released her huge boobs from my grip, momentarily hypnotized by the way they bounced back into place.
Then I tugged down her capris and started stroking Liz through her black lace panties, warming my fingers against her cunt.
Her ears perked up at the sound of my zipper. I kicked off my jeans and boxers.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked. The heat between her legs grew scalding.
I didn’t answer, I just dragged my naked cock inexorably up the inside of her thigh, my fingers intensifying their dance on her clit…
“Ian…”
I removed my fingers and let her feel the full length of my hardness as it rose up between her trembling legs. She whimpered helplessly as I took my shaft in hand, lightly thumping the tip against her pantie-covered crotch.
She was so fucking wet…
Though my cock screamed at me to force myself inside her anxious body, I refused to do that to Liz. Today wasn’t about taking her virginity, it was about giving her the best orgasm of her life. I dropped to my knees and grabbed her drenched panties with my teeth, pulling them down as far as I could.
“Oh, yes…” she breathed, praying that her torment was finally coming to an end…
And so it was. I licked across her slit with a long, satisfying stroke of my tongue.
I tried to draw out her pleasure for as long as I could, but she was already damn close. I slid three fingers up inside of her, and gently lapped at her clit.
With my free hand, I reached around and grabbed onto her butt, allowing my fingertips to push down between those full, sexy ass cheeks and feel the fire radiating from within…
“Oh, fuck yes! Aaahhh!”
She went crazy. Liz squirmed in ecstasy against my tongue, soaking my entire face with her honey. Tits flopping around everywhere—so goddamn fucking sexy—
I love this girl.
I came. Out of absolutely fucking nowhere, I came, my screams of pleasure muffled against her dripping cunt. I came with no physical stimulation whatsoever.
Liz shook with a final, twisting spasm, and her loosely tied blindfold slipped off, landing adorably on her nose.
I let her catch her breath for a moment, gently caressing her naked boobs while she muttered incoherently about how amazing her orgasm had been. Eventually, she grew cogent enough to notice the mess I had made on the ground.
“Wait, did you come?”
“Um—Yeah.”
“But, both your hands were on me. I could feel them. How did it happen?”
“I guess, seeing you like that—I don’t know, it just did.”
I wasn’t sure whether or not I was supposed to be embarrassed, but Liz looked happy, and that was enough for me.
···
Returning home at the end of the week was like waking up from a dream, to the sound of an air raid. First off, I was in pain. My body had been through the most physically exhausting week in history, and every muscle simultaneously decided to hate me. I had never really thought of sex as intense exercise, but then I’d never had the opportunity to go at it non-stop for so long.
Second, I suddenly had no privacy whatsoever. There was always someone around, be it parents or teachers, and I suddenly went from constantly banging three gorgeous women to having zero chance for intimacy.
And, worst of all, I had exams to study for. “Advance Placement” tests to be precise, the sole determining factor in whether or not I would get credit for all the college-level courses which had gotten me into MIT. If you’ve ever taken them, you know what I’m bitching about. If you were lucky enough not to—well, imagine taking all the hardest finals you’ve ever had, back to back, at once, with no break.
For three weeks, all I did was study. Talia and Rachel were in AP Biology with me, so I at least I had company throughout the misery. We studied until we had test answers spilling out of every bodily orifice, only to face a very, VERY long week of testing.
On the morning of my last exam, I stumbled into my biology classroom in a daze, so focused on remembering everything I had studied that I was practically oblivious to the outside world. But, oblivious or not, there was no way I wasn’t gonna notice Talia. While the rest of us had shown up in the most casual, comfortable clothes we could find, Talia had decided to put the sexy back in academia with a blood-red sleeveless t-shirt. It had an eye-catching, velvety texture and it hugged Talia’s body like a second skin, showing off the fact that her full, healthy breasts weren’t restricted inside a bra.
A coincidence on the seating chart put her desk right in front of mine, which meant I was going to be spending the entirety of the test with my eye-line pointing directly at the amazingly fine ass filling out Talia’s black stretch pants. Much as I enjoyed checking out my friend’s awesome body, now was not the ideal time.
That test crawled by for an agonizing epoch, but, believe it or not, I managed to make it through the whole thing without daydreaming too much about Talia.
Without daydreaming too much about her succulent tits.
Or her luscious ass.
Or about yanking her skintight pants down and slamming my cock into her from behind while she grabbed her desk for support and moaned out her apologies for distracting me, whilst simultaneously begging, “Just let me come already, for the love of GOD—“
Come to think of it, maybe I did spend too much time daydreaming.
Anyway, I somehow still finished the damn thing. I set my pencil down, did a final check of my Scantron, and then—like the age of the dinosaurs, or the Roman Empire—my AP tests were officially over. My skull felt strangely empty, as though I had just squeezed out an enormous baby who’d spent the past nine months gestating in my brain. Talia, Rachel, and I staggered out into the daylight, too consumed with mental fatigue to even consider celebrating.
That lasted about six minutes.
Then we were practically climbing the walls, like a brood of giggling two year-olds who’d consumed our weight in amphetamines. The school day was only half over, but the three of us all agreed that we had earned the rest of the afternoon off.
We played hooky and hoofed it back to Talia’s house, where both her parents were still away at work. Talia broke out a bag of pretzels and a gallon of raspberry chocolate ice cream, and the celebration began.
“It’s over!”
“We’re done!”
“No more APs!”
We laughed and cheered, generously exchanging high-fives and hugs. I picked up Rachel’s petite body in my arms and swung her around the room while she squealed in delight. Man, that girl was tiny.
I asked Talia what was up with her slutty outfit that day, and she smugly replied, “When I feel sexy, I feel confident. It helped me on the test.”
“Yeah,” I joked, “but I had to sit behind you. When you feel sexy, I feel horny, and that did NOT help me on the test.”
Rachel put an end to our squabbling by tapping her bowl of ice cream with a spoon.
“Ahem! I propose a toast.”
Talia and I dutifully picked up our own bowls in response.
“A toast,” Rachel continued, “to the end of high school. Yeah, I know, we’ve still got a month of classes and a couple easy finals, but let’s be honest: this was it. This week was the hard part, and now it’s done with. From here on out, all we’ve gotta do is show up. So, cheers!”
We clinked our three ice cream bowls together. Talia grabbed a handful of Rachel’s t-shirt and pulled her in for an excited, celebratory kiss—
They broke apart so fast you’d think they’d been struck by lightning.
“WOW…” they both giggled, licking their lips.
I didn’t quite understand what was going on. Talia and Rachel kissed like five thousand times a day. What had been so special about that one?
Seeing the confusion on my face, Talia promptly licked the ice cream off her spoon and yanked me towards her mouth—
“Wow,” I agreed.
Her lips were freezing cold, and sweet from all the ice cream. The surprising sensation sent my brain spinning like a top. She pulled herself away—too soon for my taste—and gave me a sultry smile:
“Ice cream-kisses.”
I don’t know if chilling our lips with ice cream was at all erotic, but it sure was fun. The girls made an effort to get their lips as cold and sugary as possible before embracing each other in another sexy lip-lock.
“That’s so weird!” Rachel giggled at her girlfriend, “Even your tongue is cold!”
With growing arousal, Talia kissed me again. It was quick and intense, not so much a display of affection as it was an emergency attempt to vent the overwhelming charge of manic energy building inside of her body.
While we kissed, Rachel applied a fresh bite of ice cream to her lips.
Talia’s lips swung from me, to her girlfriend, and back again, over and over—our combined excitement growing and multiplying with each kiss. After just a few minutes, Talia was on fire. Our silly game of ice cream foreplay was forgotten as we all fell onto the couch, Talia in the middle, Rachel and I on either side, playfully taking turns making out with her.
In the wake of all those damn tests, I felt invincible, and I brazenly lifted my hand to grab one of Talia’s boobs through her shirt—in full view of her girlfriend.
Rachel took her lips off of Talia long enough to throw me a disapproving frown, and I hesitantly released the breast I had been so happily groping.
But Talia just grabbed my hand and put it right back on her chest. Rachel met her girlfriend’s hypnotic eyes, clearly a bit nervous about where this was heading. Talia leaned in to whisper:
“Please baby, can we? You know how much I fantasize about this.”
Rachel’s eyes went wide, more nervous than I’d ever seen her before. My feelings of invincibility started to crumble as a wave of guilt washed over me. Rachel had been pretty accepting to let Talia fuck me back at the cabin, but that had been out of sight, out of mind.
This was different. Rachel looked from Talia, to me, to my hand on her woman’s breast—
“Okay,” Rachel breathed, “if it’ll make you happy.”
Talia rewarded her with a deep, lover’s kiss. Their eyes closed in ecstasy as their tongues danced before my eyes. Memories of voyeuristic thrills smashed into my brain as they went at it—memories of them making out in my van, memories of their naked breasts splashing together in the hot tub, memories of Rachel’s tongue on my stomach and Talia’s tits in my mouth.
The last of Rachel’s uncertainty melted away in that kiss, and by the time they pulled apart, she was grinning.
Talia leaned in towards me. Her lips brushed against my cheek. In a husky, seductive voice, she whispered, “We’re gonna have a threesome now, if that’s okay with you.”
I nodded my obvious approval.
In response, Talia bit down on my earlobe. My hand involuntarily squeezed back around her nice, big tit. Across from me, Rachel grabbed hold of Talia’s other breast, and together the two of us groped and fondled the softness of our friend’s bosom, gently rubbing her nipples through the velvety fabric of her shirt.
Talia threw her head back and sighed, those beautiful eyes hooded in pleasure.
Rachel and I teamed up and got Talia undressed in half the time. I peeled off her skintight shirt while Rachel unzipped her skintight pants, leaving the stunning, exotic beauty dressed in nothing more than a navy blue g-string. Rachel planted a devilishly quick kiss between her lover’s legs—no more than an appetizer.
Purring with excitement, the nearly-naked Talia, plopped face-down onto the sofa, stretching herself out like a cat. I made an appreciative whistle, my eyes drawn to the string of fabric tucked sexily between the globes of her butt. “Rachel, your girlfriend has a really nice ass.”
“Mmm, I know,” Rachel responded, giving the ass in question a good firm spanking.
Still fully clothed, Rachel and I explored Talia’s supple, slender, out-of-this-world body. Our hands and lips travelled across her every curve. I couldn’t help myself—I snagged her g-string and tugged it down, letting my fingers slide teasingly down into the crack of her ass as I went.
Talia squirmed on the couch, pointedly pushing her butt up into the air to give me access to an even more sensitive spot. I met Rachel’s eyes—filled with mischief—and the two of us simultaneously pushed our middle fingers up between Talia’s thighs until we were knuckle-deep in her wet, eager cunt.
“Oh my God.”
She let out a gasp and grabbed hold of the couch cushions for support. A second later, Rachel and I started moving our fingers inside of her—different directions at different speeds. I watched with fascination as Talia instinctively tensed her amazing buttocks each time I gyrated my wrist.
“That feels so fucking… so fucking… rad,” she moaned, buzzing from the unfamiliar sensation of two different people fingering her at the same time.
Talia’s butt was taunting me, waving back and forth in front of my face like that, so I leaned down and took a little bite—playfully clamping my teeth down onto the tight, warm skin of her left ass cheek.
Rachel could only stare at her lover’s anxious pussy for so long before the urge to taste it became overwhelming. Gingerly, she withdrew my finger from Talia and urged the girl to roll over, onto her back.
The motion made Talia’s tits jiggle quite nicely.
Rachel crawled between Talia’s legs until she was able to nuzzle her cheek against soft black curls of pubic hair. Her tongue drifted eagerly downwards into Talia’s slit, prompting a moan. Talia arched her back in pleasure, throwing her breasts towards the ceiling.
I was hypnotized by the sight—until Talia’s lustful eyes snapped open and stared at my cock. Her hand fluttered out to feel the swelling in my jeans, caressing the shape of my hardness—
In an instant, I had my pants on the floor and my thick, naked cock pointing right at Talia’s beautiful face. I leaned down beside her and lowered length of my shaft across her mouth. Her head rolled lazily back and forth, trailing soft, wet kisses, and I could feel her tongue gliding across my rigidity.
When I was at maximum hardness, she twisted her head to the side, gently gripping me with her hand and maneuvering me inside her cheek so she could suck on the head of my cock.
The gentle, moist sounds or oral sex filled the room—Rachel going to town on Talia, and Talia on me. I could smell the arousal in the air. Talia’s free hand dropped to the head between her legs, clutching Rachel’s dyed neon hair and forcing the girl’s mouth firmly against her snatch. Rachel whimpered in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the sweet, hot honey pouring onto her tongue.
Talia’s naked hips bucked up off the couch, smashing her crotch against Rachel’s face—
Talia came. She came with my erection still wedged between her lips.
When her body finally stopped shaking, Talia gave me a final, satiating suck and then let me slip from her mouth. I was hard as iron, glistening with her saliva. Still a bit weak from orgasm, Talia stared at the erection an inch from her face and gestured down between her legs.
I picked up Talia’s nude body—her skin hot to the touch—and gently set her down on the carpet, spreading her thighs and kneeling between them while I teased her pussy. Given the fact that the situation had me horny as hell and I hadn’t gotten off for nearly two weeks, I think I showed admirable restraint in not just pounding away at the poor girl.
Beside us, Rachel couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of a man’s penis rubbing across her girlfriend’s most intimate area. I couldn’t help but think that she was dealing with the same strange cocktail of emotions I had felt the first time I’d watched Stephanie wrap her lips around Simon’s cock. I’d felt jealous, and bitter, and aroused beyond belief—all at the same time.
Still panting, Talia grasped Rachel’s hand and smiled, “Baby, you’ve got too many clothes on.”
The sweet reassurance in Talia’s voice snapped Rachel from her trance. Talia and I both watched in fascination as Rachel stripped off her tee shirt and let those braless boobs bounce free. With my eyes still on Rachel, my fingers slipped underneath Talia’s body and grabbed hold of her fabulous naked butt .
A second later, Rachel’s underwear was but a forgotten memory as she lowered herself onto Talia’s mouth. She breathed out a luxuriating sigh as she made contact, resting her hands atop the healthy mounds of her lover’s breasts.
Rachel stared between Talia’s thighs, where the girl’s sexy hips were writhing; begging against the touch of my penis. Slowly but surely, she lifted her eyes to meet mine, and, holding her breath, gave me a tiny nod of assent.
I couldn’t wait one second longer. Choking out a groan, I buried myself to the hilt inside Talia’s scorching body. Her legs wrapped tight around me, clamping against my butt, holding me in place. Sated at last with the fullness of my cock, Talia moaned in fierce ecstasy, rewarding Rachel for her generosity as the vibrations from those moans reverberated throughout the entirety of her petite body.
Talia’s hips were squirming so much, I literally had to pin them down to the floor just to continue fucking her. To get a better angle for my thrusting, I leaned forward, bringing my face mere inches from the bouncing flesh of Rachel’s bosom. Those breasts looked so sweet and beautiful, I almost took them in my mouth—stopping a millimeter away as my pleasure-fogged brain realized that Rachel probably wouldn’t be into it.
But man, her breasts were nice. They were barely a handful, but I’d spent every single day in AV Club enjoying the way they swayed braless beneath her shirt. Over Spring Break, I’d watched Talia licking and fondling those puppies day and night. And it wasn’t that long ago that I’d actually had a crush on the lovely Miss Rachel Klein.
So believe me when I tell you it took a lot of willpower to keep my distance.
Rachel let out a sexy moan that shook her breasts before my eyes.
My willpower had its limits. Overwhelmed, I let myself fall those final few inches, until my face collapsed against Rachel’s chest. I could feel her nipples burning against my cheek, and couldn’t help myself from rubbing my face back and forth against them.
The added stimulation must have really gotten to her, judging by the way Rachel started sucking in air. With shaking, hesitant hands, she let go of Talia’s boobs and instead grabbed hold of my head, forcibly twisting it around—until my mouth was on her tit. I gave her a lick, and she was in heaven.
I suppose I was, too.
I didn’t delude myself that Rachel was attracted to me. It wasn’t me that Rachel was moaning over, it was the wicked stimulation of a hungry tongue on her breast. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy myself. I devoured Rachel’s little tits with reckless abandon, licking and sucking while I eagerly fucked her girlfriend.
Between us, Talia was on pleasure overload. Having a guy and a girl on her at the same time was something she’d been dreaming about ever since she’d admitted to herself that she was bi. Her hands clawed up hungrily at us, scratching at the muscles of my chest and squeezing the globes of Rachel’s ass.
Talia’s second orgasm hit so suddenly that neither Rachel nor I even saw it coming. Her body shook and spasmed between us, until she had to pull her mouth off of Rachel’s cunt just to catch her breath. Rachel had been so close to coming herself that she actually shouted, “No!” when Talia’s lips broke contact.
Still a bit delirious, Talia immediately started rubbing her impatient girlfriend to keep her buzzing, all while panting, “Oh my GOD you guys… This is so awesome. Thank you both so much.”
I nipped at Rachel’s chest and she bit down on her lip in pleasure. Her fingers traced lazy spirals in my hair. Talia caressed our nude bodies in gratitude, dazedly muttering, “I want you two… to have sex… while I go down on you.”
“What?!” Rachel shouted.
“You want me and Rachel to have sex?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. I was so close to blowing my load inside Talia’s sexy fucking body that I didn’t trust my own ears. I pulled out of her to clear my head.
“I promise it’ll feel good,” Talia cooed to Rachel, “And I’ll be right here, the whole time.”
Rachel was going crazy with lust, but even so, Talia’s request seemed outrageous. Rachel took a long, considerate look at my cock before her desire to come overwhelmed her sexual preference.
“Just fucking do it,” Rachel growled. She was so horny it was practically making her angry. She spun around on Talia’s face and dropped down onto her hands and knees, presenting me with a killer view of her adorable ass.
Everything felt surreal as I scooted forward along Talia’s body, dragging my crotch over her smooth, toned stomach and finally resting my butt atop the fullness of her breasts. Inches above Talia’s face, my raging cock pressed up against Rachel’s hot, beckoning pussy, my very tip piercing her folds—
As if on cue, Talia’s tongue kicked into action, drenching both Rachel’s cunt and my half-buried erection with a series of wild, lustful kisses. It was incredible; more intense physical stimulation than I’d ever felt in my life.
The last of Rachel’s reservations evaporated from the heat of Talia’s tongue. She gave in completely to the situation, pushing backwards until she had taken me—every inch of me—into her tight little body.
“Aaaahhh!” she wailed, dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure.
I felt Talia’s nipples go hard beneath my butt and glanced back over my shoulder to see the exotic beauty feverishly rubbing herself to another orgasm.
Rachel and I were quick to join her. Having been the principle recipient of Talia’s oral attentions, Rachel came first, shivering uncontrollable around my cock.
“G-G-God!” she sputtered, her teeth chattering around the word.
I pulled out of Rachel just as the dam inside me burst, and I erupted all over Talia’s strikingly beautiful face. I think I actually screamed.
We all collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor. The ice cream had melted.
After we’d all cleaned up, I excused myself and headed out. Things had gotten a little out of control, to say the least, and I figured Rachel and Talia probably had a lot to talk about. I wasn’t a part of their relationship, I was just lucky enough to have been caught in the blast radius when Talia’s hormones had kicked in. It was time to give them some privacy.
After an afternoon like that, you’d think the day would forever be remembered amongst our friends as “the day Ian had a threesome with Talia and Rachel,” or, “The day Rachel got so horny, she actually had sex with a guy.” But it wasn’t. Wild as the story of our threesome was, it was a mere footnote in comparison the day’s main event:
The day Talia came out to her parents as bisexual.
After I left, Talia and Rachel had made love again, just the two of them. I don’t know what happened between them, but whatever it was, it sealed the deal.
Talia was head-over-heels for Rachel, and she wanted her parents to know. No, it wasn’t an attention-seeking phase, and no, it wasn’t an experiment. There had been tearful praying in her mother’s native Korean, and angry shouting in her father’s native Spanish. Eventually, her dad had stormed out of the house and come back drunk at three am.
All told, it sounded pretty fucking awful.
Still, I’ve heard stories of worse. At least Talia’s parents didn’t do anything vehemently idiotic, like throw her out of the house or disown her. Things gradually got better between them, though after that night Talia spent a lot more time away from home.
It got me thinking about my own relationships—if they could even be called that. When I learned what Talia had put herself through for Rachel, I began to question if maybe, just maybe, my “totally casual” dating philosophy wasn’t totally missing the point.
“But, who do you WANT to invite?”
Stephanie mumbled the question through a mouthful of cheeseburger. Prom was just a few weeks away, and I had yet to decide who to ask. If I didn’t do something in the next day or two, there was gonna be drama.
Stephanie clicked her tongue impatiently and took another bite of her cheeseburger. Since she had started dating Simon, Steph and I rarely got to hang out, just the two of us. After months of awkwardness, it was a relief to finally be able to spend five minutes alone with my friend without—uh, without…
I was staring at her cleavage again. Dammit.
“I don’t know, Steph! What would you do if you were in my situation?”
“Listen, I want you to try something. This is an acting exercise I do whenever I’m having trouble with my character.”
“But I’m not acting. I’m me.”
She waved a disapproving french-fry at me, harrumphing:
“I’m trying to help!”
“Okay, okay!”
Stephanie took a comically thoughtful sip of her milkshake and then cleared her throat, affecting a soft, soothing voice:
“First, stop looking at my boobs and close your eyes.”
Laughing, I obliged her.
“Now, imagine you’re driving through town. You’re driving that same shit-box minivan that you crashed into a truck last month.”
“Check.”
“Shh! Now, you look at yourself in the rear-view mirror. You look good, maybe the best you ever looked. Shaved. Nice fresh haircut. You’re wearing a tux. You straighten your bowtie.”
I did my best to play along.
“Now,” she continued, “you pull up in my driveway.”
“Why your driveway?”
“Shh! Because that’s where all the girls are finishing their makeup and stuff. Anyway, you hop out of the car, anxious to see how beautiful your prom date looks in her dress. Anxious for her to see how good you look in your tux. You knock on the door. It creaks open—there she is, the girl you’re taking to prom!”
I said nothing. I just opened my eyes. Stephanie looked at me, expectant:
“Who did you see?”
“It’s not that simple.”
She narrowed her eyes and set down her milkshake with such force that it splashed onto the table. I wasn’t getting let off the hook any longer. I looked at the floor, and quietly confessed:
“Liz.”
A flood of unwelcome images paraded through my brain. Images of Liz snuggling up to me for our photo together, images of us slow dancing beneath the twinkle lights of the ballroom, images of that night; of steam on windows…
Stephanie shook me back into the moment, cheering:
“Well, there you go! That’s great!”
“No, it’s not great! Don’t you and Liz talk anymore? Things are already weird between her and me. It’s already gonna be hard enough watching her leave at the end of summer. If I take her to prom, she’s gonna feel even more like my girlfriend. No, we’re keeping things casual. I don’t know who I’m asking to go with me, but it’s not Liz.”
Stephanie deflated. We went back to eating and dropped the subject.
The next day, some guy named Josh Peterson asked Liz to prom and she said yes. Josh was tall, friendly, and, if the army of girls always chasing after him were any indication, preposterously good-looking.
Good, I told myself. That just makes everything easier.
I went home, closed the door to my room, and, to my unabashed horror, started crying.
It felt like someone was wringing my insides like a damp rag, squeezing the tears out of me. I slept maybe twenty minutes the whole night. Woke up feeling hung-over despite having nothing to drink. I didn’t bother shaving or even combing my hair before I left for school. I threw on a baggy old t-shirt with a picture of Galactus on it.
Whatever.
During lunch, I purposefully avoided my best friends. Instead, I caught up with some of the guys I knew from AV club. They were good guys. We’d had some fun times together.
I skipped my usual run with Amy and went for a stroll by myself. Bought an issue of Playboy. Went home and jacked off to the centerfold. Turned on my Nintendo 64 and finally unlocked the invincibility cheat in Goldeneye. Felt like a champ. I’d been working on that for like two years.
Around eleven o’clock at night, Amy and Corrine knocked on my door. They looked gorgeous, as always. Unbelievably sexy without even trying. Put the centerfold I’d bought a few hours earlier to shame.
“Hey guys, how’s it going?”
The two beauties exchanged a look, and then Corrine gave me a hug, squashing her ridiculous breasts against me. She met my eyes:
“You really need to ask somebody to prom.”
I sighed, “I know. But I can’t deal with this tonight. I’m sorry. Listen, you’re both my friends and I don’t want to hurt either of—”
“No, you listen,” Amy interrupted. “You NEED to ask somebody to prom. And that somebody needs to be Liz.”
I blinked. It was about the last thing I expected to hear from Amy. I turned to Corrine, but she just nodded her agreement.
“What are you guys talking about? Liz is going with Josh Peterson!”
“Then you need to change her mind,” Corrine said.
“Maybe I don’t want to change her mind.”
I shrugged off Corrine’s hug, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Amy grabbed me by the shoulders and swung me around to face her sparkling green eyes.
“For one of the smartest guys in school, you are a real fucking moron about some things, you know that? You’re in love with her, Ian. And she’s in love with you. And it’s beautiful and real, and BLATANTLY FUCKING OBVIOUS to everyone but the two of you! I’ve never had that. Corry’s never had that. People get married and have children without having what you and Elizabeth have. Just look at my parents—they can’t stand to be in the same city as one another.”
I was incredulous. Amy was the ninja grand master of casual relationships. She was contemptuous of romance in all its many gooey forms. This was the same girl who’d bragged that she didn’t have boyfriends, just guys she “fucked more than once.” And she was championing everything she rallied so hard against. My eyes broke from hers and dropped to the floor.
“I’ve had lots of amazingly hot sex,” Amy smiled, “with lots of amazingly hot guys—but I’ve never looked at another person the way she looks at you.”
All of a sudden, it hit me just how tired I really was. With choked words, I muttered, “But she’s gonna leave.”
“So?” Corrine asked. “You think it’s going to hurt LESS if you pretend like there’s nothing there? Take it from me, that doesn’t work. You remember what you told me, the night I dumped Steve? All friendships end. Whether by death or by distance.”
“But—”
“There’s no such thing as ‘Happily-Ever-After,’ Ian. Just ‘Happily-As-Long-As-We-Can-Manage.’”
Amy and Corrine both closed in for another hug. The warmth of their bodies cleared my mind, and I actually cracked a smile.
“Okay, okay.”
“Say it,” Amy commanded.
“I’m in love with Elizabeth.”
They cheered for me.
