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nc-17 | sexual content | m/f/f threesome

"You've never done this before, have you?"

Josh had been studying you intently, as if he expected you to bolt at any moment, but he turned away from you to answer Samantha. "No, no, we ... uh, have orgies every Thursday. Sometimes on Mondays, too."

"Riiiight."

Then she was staring at you and it made you squirm. Josh had made you weak in the knees hundreds of times, just with a look, but this was different. Now you finally understood what it was to have someone undressing you with her eyes. Your nipples hardened as her gaze swept down your chest. Your inner muscles involuntarily contracted when it settled around your hips.

"I guess I'll get this started, then," she said wryly.

"Well, wait a minute. Have you ever done this before?"

You wanted to smack Josh, because his question made her stop, just as she was about to undo the last button on her shirt, and even though you had never seriously contemplated a woman as a sexual object before, you wanted to know what was under all those clothes.

"Oh, yeah," she said in a low, sultry voice. "We do this in my office all the time."

He snorted in disbelief; he probably would have said more, but she was tossing her bra across the room at that point, and you knew what effect a nice set of breasts had on the man.

"No, really. I go down on Martin while Danny fucks me from behind and Jack watches the whole damn thing."

Her voice was bitter, and the sour look on her face made you (briefly) wonder if she was telling the truth. Josh didn't much seem to care. She was taking off her underwear, leaving her perfectly nude in front of you, and he appeared to only be interested in getting his own clothes off as quickly as possible.

Now it was time for you to feel bitter. Maybe you could just slip out the door and he wouldn't notice.

Maybe you should have finished that glass of wine you ordered with dinner. Maybe you should have chugged the whole bottle.

You were made acutely aware of the fact that you're the only one still clothed. They were both watching you, Samantha with barely disguised amusement, Josh with a look of mild concern. Your fingers were trembling as you gripped the hem of your shirt, but he stops you.

"Let me," he said. He moved around you, standing behind you as he slowly stripped you naked. Maybe it was supposed to be erotic, but it made you feel cheap, like he was putting you on display, showing you off as one of his trinkets. 'Look at what I've managed to capture,' you could imagine him saying. 'Look at the woman who offers herself to me every night.'

But it wasn't like that. It really wasn't.

Why were you here again?

Samantha seemed more interested in you than Josh, and you couldn't understand this logic at all. But then again, she hadn't had him (yet). She hadn't felt his thick, hot erection splitting her open. She hadn't felt his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her thigh. She didn't know what she was missing.

She stepped closer to you as he peeled off layer after layer. The moment your underwear hit the floor, she slid her hand into your hair and pulled you in for a kiss. It was softer and wetter and completely different from kissing Josh.

And you didn't really like it.

Josh saved you; he protested about being left out, giving you an excuse to attend to him. His touch was familiar, but it was more than that. She was watching him as he fondled you, and it seemed to heighten your arousal. She smiled as she tossed the pillows on the floor and put a box of condoms on the nightstand. If she thought you guys were going to be able to use them all, she was being foolishly optimistic.

"You're not comfortable," he whispered in your ear.

"No, I'm okay."

"You're not. We can end this right now."

He had one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip, angling his body between yours and Sam's, as if he was protecting you from her.

"It's okay." And it was, really, because you didn't feel so uneasy anymore.

She pounced on him as the two of you joined her. Once he was on his back, she took him in her mouth. You were startled, even though you had been envisioning this on the ride over. The three of you were crammed in the back of a cab, with their hands on your knees. He kept his head buried in the crook of your neck, muttering every two seconds about how he hoped the driver didn't recognize them.

And you thought about this, as you stared out the window. What it would be like to watch her fuck him. It aroused you then, but now . . . it wasn't repulsive, exactly, but it wasn't what you were expecting.

He seemed to be enjoying it, but what man wouldn't, really? You didn't know what to do, so you just lay down next to him. He reached over and lazily caressed your breast before pulling you in for a quick kiss. From your lips, he traveled up your cheek to your ear.

"Do you want me to tell you you're better than she is?"

Yes, you did, but you laughed his question off.

"You are, you know," he whispered, and his voice was all seriousness.

"Do you two want to let me in on your private conversation?"

Maybe she heard him. You found that you didn't really care; no matter what happened tonight, you didn't see your friendship with her surviving tonight.

"We were just trying to figure out the . . . uh, positioning. Of this . . . threesome thing."

Josh was blushing a bit, and it only made him more adorable. Samantha didn't laugh as she pulled you up. Without words, she treated you like a mannequin, leaving you on your hands and knees with your back arched. Exposed.

Then his hands were on your hips and his cock was inside you. He wasted no time, thrusting wildly into you. The idea that her mouth had been on him just moments before excited you for reasons you couldn't even begin to understand. You were just starting to wonder where she was when she moved into your view.

"You okay with this?" she asked casually as she sat in front of you and spread her legs. It made you wonder if she really had done this before.

"Sure." Because you were, really. This was no big deal. You were curious, anyway.

You parted her with your fingers, and you were surprised at how wet she was. When you lowered your head, tentatively tapping your tongue against clit, you heard Josh groan and felt him start to fuck you harder. Soon she was giving you directions, crude words slipping easily off her tongue as she told you how to make her come. Josh cried out as he reached his climax, shoving you forward with such force that you were almost afraid he broke your nose.

That would be a fun story in the emergency room. "Well, you see, my boyfriend was fucking me while I was going down on my friend from New York, and he was so turned on by what I was doing that he slammed my face into her crotch and crunched some bones."

He might have apologized, or asked if she was okay, but Samantha chose that moment to have her orgasm, and her cry drowned him out. She slipped away from you, curling up on the side of the bed, facing away from you, and you briefly wondered if you had done something wrong.

"Did I hurt you?"

And then you really weren't that worried about her, because his hands were on your face and he was kissing your cheeks.

"I'm fine, except for the fact that I'm the only person who hasn't had any fun."

"You're not enjoying this?"

"That's not what I meant." With that, you took his hand and brought it down to between your legs.

"Oh." He grinned at you as he started rubbing your clit. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay."

You clung to his shoulders, moaning more loudly with each swipe of his thumb. Maybe he was worried about someone calling the cops on you, because he crushed his lips to yours. He had you almost there when you were startled by cold hands covered your breasts.

(fin.)