"Hey, can you come over here tonight? I'll have some cold beers ready."
Upon returning to my dorm room after a long run, I find this message from my friend Keith. With nothing better to do, it seems like a good plan for the evening.
My last real contact with Keith was three months ago when I stayed at his family’s ski cabin for New Year's. And by contact, I mean that he and I traded blowjobs in the sauna - during which his girlfriend Kate caught us in the act.
Oops. But it turned out amazingly, as detailed in my story "Skiing with Kate and Keith.” Kate was furious at first, but as we talked through it, she recognized that it would be healthy for Keith to explore his sexuality. As long as he didn't do it behind her back again.
We all quickly found out that as long as it wasn't behind her back, but rather in front of her ... well, her front, she turned out to be incredibly turned on by watching him have sex with me. Her entire front ended up being part of the action in a wild sauna threeway. I even got to slurp on Kate's clit and Keith's cock and balls while they fucked reverse-cowgirl, fulfilling a lifelong fucklicking fantasy.
In the three months since that encounter, I've left Keith alone to let things cool off and give the two of them time to sort out their relationship. Lately, though, I have been thinking it was time to check in with him again, so his timing couldn't be better.
When I get to his apartment, he is sporting a big smile. Must be good news.
"Try to guess where Kate is right now."
I look around the room, then start peeking in closets.
"No, no, no, this is not hide-and-seek. She's not even in the state."
"Okay, well it is Spring Break.” It is in fact the first Sunday of our break from college. I’ve got nothing to do all week. Except maybe Keith. “Texas? Florida?"
"Yep. Destin."
"Nice choice," I muse. "Panhandle should be decently warm this time of year, but away from the completely insane crowds further down the limp dick," I conclude, referring to the shape of Florida.
“So,” I further venture after a brief pause, “feeling a little lonely without her?”
"Well, maybe." He smiles again. "But I know she isn't lonely without me."
"Oh-ho-ho." It takes me all of two seconds to process this. “She took Shauna with her, didn’t she?”
"You got it," he exclaims with a grin, confirming my suspicion.
During our earlier sauna threesome, Kate revealed that she had powerful same-sex curiosity of her own. She mentioned being particularly driven to try something with her friend Shauna, who had allegedly been hitting on her.
“That turned out to be a bit of an exaggeration," Keith explains now. "It was more like dropping mild hints on all of two occasions. Something about how guys say porn always has girl-on-girl action because girls are naturally bisexual, and Shauna was ‘wondering’ if that was true. That's as far it went."
"Yeah, that is more of a hint than a hit. So is this trip Kate's plan to seduce her?"
"Right again! Shauna’s been kinda coy to her the last few weeks. No more hints lately, so Kate hasn't really been sure if she was serious earlier. But Kate's serious as hell about it. I mean, you saw her diddling herself in the sauna while she was talking about Shauna. She's determined to get her pie-hole onto Shauna’s fuck-hole. So they're sharing a room together for a week, seeing each other's hotness in swimsuits, getting naked changing in and out of them every day, all that shit. Plus there’s a sauna, adding even more potential nudity. And she got a room with a single King bed so they'll have to share. Everything she can do to make it happen.”
"Do you think it will work?”
Being ... well, a man, for the last two minutes my head has been filled with images of these two lovely women naked and doing sexy stuff to each other: Kate, with her spiky platinum hair, athletic legs and medium but improbably buoyant breasts; Shauna, her light-brown hair in a stylish bob, rocking a tall, full body and voluminous, heavily cleaved breasts. Just thinking about these beautiful women together, I'm already absentmindedly rubbing my cock without even realizing it.
"Joe, my friend, I'm going to tell you a story.”
“Sounds hot.”
“Oh, believe me, it is. But if you want to hear it, you have to act it out with me. So stop touching yourself. At least until we get to that part of the story."
Oh, holy shit. First of all, this really has happened? And second, Keith wants to role-play it with me? This should get interesting. “I’m up for that.”
"I bet you are,” he says, beckoning me to their bedroom. “Okay, pretend this is their hotel room." He directs me to the other side as if we are standing on opposite sides of a hotel bed.
“They have just checked into their hotel, and each slammed down a Margarita, and now they're getting ready to hit the pool deck," Keith explains, setting the stage. "They’re talking about flirting with the cute guys who might be down there, and the alcohol's making Shauna a little giggly. As she starts changing, she goes into this little strip dance, throwing her clothes across the room.”
“Oh, please. Do. Go. On.” I'm hard as a rock, now picturing these women unbuttoning blouses and unclipping bras in front of each other.
Keith starts demonstrating this, dancing like a stripper, a goofy grin growing on his face as he takes off his sweatshirt.
To my surprise, Keith is wearing a black lace bra underneath. Now, I haven't been attracted to guys in women's lingerie in the past, but this actually looks surprisingly good on Keith’s somewhat bulky six-foot frame. His muscular chest mounds almost fill it out too, making me wonder how he happens to own a bra with cups clearly too small for Kate. He takes off the bra and throws it to me, directing me to strip the same way.
Don’t mind if I do. I take off my shirt, also dancing like he has been doing. I catch the bra, briefly pulling it across my chest for a few beats of the "dance" before throwing it back to Keith. He giggles.
Meanwhile, he has pulled off his pants, allowing me to imagine Shauna doing the same and dangling her breasts precipitously while bending down to do that. I see that he is wearing matching black lace panties, with his hard cock sticking out of the top.
We both pull off our underwear at the same time. Unlike the full bush he was sporting at New Year's, Keith's honey-colored pubic hair is now neatly trimmed and quite short, maybe half its previous shrubby thickness. "This is what Shauna’s pubes look like, by the way."
I'm not sure if he should be telling me that, but it sure is an exciting thought. It even has me picturing neatly trimmed Shauna in Keith's place.
Keith has clearly undertaken a bit of effort in preparing for this moment by shearing his pubes and putting on women's underwear. Maybe it's not at the same level that Kate went to in booking a flight and a hotel stay at the beach to seduce Shauna, but the thought that Keith has gone to some length to seduce me has my mind buzzing, even without alcohol.
“Now Kate’s a little dizzy from her 'rita, and going out of her mind at the sight of Shauna naked." He cups his hands around his manboobs. "I mean, can't you just picture those monster tits?"
"Oh, believe me, I am.” Playfully I add, “Add those big jugs in, and you’d be a dead ringer for her.”
"Well, imagine how much hotter it must be for Kate, looking at Shauna's actual tits. She literally has a dribble of cunt juice leaking onto her thigh at this point."
"Dude, I'm about to have a trickle of precum running down my own leg.” OK, not quite a trickle, but a very prominent droplet has formed on the end of my faucet.
"Just don't touch yourself yet. Remember, the girls have restrained themselves too. So far."
He reaches into a nightstand drawer and pulls out two bikini swimsuits, throwing a blue-and-turquoise one across the bed to me. "Put this on." He starts pulling on the other bikini, all bright yellow and hot pink, stretching the bottoms over his straining stick.
"So Shauna sees Kate's thicker bush - as you saw rather close-up back at New Year's, it's trimmed a little around the edges, but still pretty full - and Shauna makes some crack about Kate bringing her winter coat to Florida. And Kate replies,” and here he uses a high-pitched voice to mimic Kate, 'Well, that's how Keith likes it.'”
"Well, that's a nice little shoutout."
"Yeah, I’m flattered,” he deadpans. “Then Shauna goes, 'But don’t you want to get some hot dick while we’re here?’” He is using another feminine voice to represent Shauna, different enough that I can distinguish the two. “‘I really doubt the guys around here would like be into that.'"
Now Keith and I both have the bikinis on. The naughty novelty of this, not to mention the cool smoothness of the bikini bottom stretched across my dong, has got my rod literally twitching. And the neon colors look pretty hot on Keith, I have to admit.
"Now the girls are both suited up, and as they walk out of the room to go to the pool,” and here Keith waves me back towards the living room, “Kate drops the bomb." He pauses for effect, and then continues in his fake-Kate voice: 'Well, maybe it isn't guys that I want to please this weekend.’
"Oh shit," I stammer good-naturedly.
“But they can't continue the conversation, because now they're in the hallway and there are people around. Kate looks back, with a huge-ass grin, and Shauna has this wide-eyed, stunned look. Just to add to the taunt, Kate throws a wink at her and leads the way down the hall with her hips wagging like this.” He leads me out to the living room, his hips swaying exaggeratedly, and then back to the bedroom. Maybe it isn't Kate-level hot, but his ass does look really good with the bright bikini and all. I'd peel that thing off and go after his ass right now if he wasn't in the middle of his "story."
"They stop along the way to make sure the sauna's cranked up," he continues, "and then they grab a couple of chaises to get some sun." He has us lie on the bed next to each other, pillows propping up our heads as if we're on poolside loungers.
"Now the tension's thicker than the white Gulf Coast sand. There is only one thing on both their minds, and they can't talk about it because there are other people at the pool, so they bury their heads in the books they've brought." He stops talking, looks at me, smiles bashfully, looks back down at a random book he has grabbed off the nightstand, looks at me again shyly, looks down again. I pick up a book off my own nightstand and mimic Keith. He's doing a really good job of illustrating the atmosphere that the girls must have been sharing at this point.
"A couple of guys around the pool make eyes at them," Keith says, "but the girls don't engage, because they only have eyes for each other. Except they can't really even do that, because they're both too nervous to do more than steal the occasional glance. Finally, after twenty minutes, neither of them can stand it, plus it's a little warm in the sun, and they decide to hit the pool. Besides, it would be good to get wet because their bikini bottoms are soaked at this point.
"Diving in, they discover that while the Florida sun is pretty warm in March, an unheated pool is decidedly not. After screaming something about how fucking cold it is, they swim a couple of lengths to try to warm up, but it's futile. They climb out shivering, nipping and dripping while they grab their towels and run for the sauna."
Keith motions me out to the living room, placing a couple of towels on the couch. "Remember, this is Kate we're talking about. She has her towel ready to deploy in case someone comes in, but as you very well know, she much prefers to be naked in a sauna no matter what, as you know. So the girls peel off their bikinis in front of each other, neither of them trying to avert their eyes at this point."
Keith peels off his own bikini and motions for me to do the same, both of us likewise staring at each other's cocks while we do, and then we sit on the couch as if it's the sauna bench. "It's dark in there, but Kate's getting even more aroused taking in Shauna's nakedness, goosebumps and hard nipples and wrinkly areolas and all." He is openly staring at my naked body, mostly looking at my chest, but stealing glances at my genital area and also my face. "And Shauna's just plain staring back at her with a kind of stunned expression. Finally, Kate goes, 'Like what you see?'
"They're keeping their voices down, of course, so no one walking by can hear them." He mimics Shauna again in a low voice. "'Well, you are just so lucky Kate, the way your breasts stand up like that. Guys must love them. Mine are so saggy and floppy. I mean, just look at them.' And she holds one up in her hand, then lets it flop down, and kind of shakes them around." Keith shimmies his now-bare chest as he sits down a few inches away from me. As Keith does this, I can very vividly picture Shauna doing the same, her large, soft tits bouncing wildly unlike Keith's.