An old story – closest thing I’ve ever had to a threesome. [mf]

This is a story from the year after I left university. It’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a threesome.

I’d been invited to a house party in a big shared house in Putney, where lots of my friends lived. I was single at the time but there was a guy at the party I’d slept with a couple of times, in a friends-with-benefits kind of way. Let’s call him Paul (for the sake of argument).

Paul and I hadn’t had sex for a few weeks and I wasn’t sure it would happen again – though I was hoping it might. The party went on with lots of laughing and dancing and we chatted a bit, always with others nearby so there were no clues whether he had sex on his mind or not.

I’d been half hoping we might end up going home together, to my place or to his, but it got late and it was clear that lots of us were going to end up staying over, as we often did after parties in those almost-student days.

Our hosts had some mattresses which they put on the living room floor, and also a sofa which turned into a double bed. They found us some bedding and everyone found a space and settled down. I ended up on the sofa bed with another girl on one side of me, and Paul on the other. Result!

People settled down to sleep or chatted quietly – there were probably about 7 or 8 people in the room in total. I was lying my side on under a duvet, which was also covering Paul (who I was facing), and the girl behind me. And now I very much did have sex on my mind!

But there were problems… in the form of 7 or 8 other people in the room, and a sofa bed which would squeak at the slightest movement! Plus I still didn’t know whether Paul was into it or not. He was also on his side, facing me, his face just inches from mine and his eyes closed – maybe he was asleep!

I put my hand quietly on his leg, under the duvet. He responded straight away, stroking the back of my hand. Game on! But how to do it? I thought about getting up and taking him to the bathroom, but that would be totally obvious. There were still people awake who would see.

I was wearing a man’s shirt which one of our hosts had lent me to sleep in, plus my panties – boring grey ones I expect. He still had the same t-shirt on from the party, though he’d taken his trousers off. There wasn’t much space between us but he quietly started undoing the buttons on my shirt with one hand, stroking my tits as he went up. This was definitely on! I was really hoping he was planning to keep quiet – I figured, if he made a sound, I’d just stop.

Moving slowly to avoid rustling sounds, I felt my way round to his fly. His cock was rock hard inside his boxers. I undid the fly button and pulled it out, feeling its lovely silky hardness. I knew any movement of my hand, almost any rhythmical movement at all, was going to be a dead giveaway. So I used one finger, holding the tip between my thumb and finger I started sliding my finger back and forward across the head of his cock, stroking him through his foreskin, literally just the top of one finger moving back and forth.

He moved his hand down to my legs. I shifted slightly, making it seem like a natural movement, to end up with my bottom leg bent, and my legs slightly apart. He pushed his hand into my panties and I realised they were going to have to come off – there was no way he was going to silently touch me while they were in the way.

I did it quickly, lifting my bum and hooking them off with my thumb, so they ended up at my knees. That would have to do – any more movement was going to be suspicious.

I was very wet as I wrapped my hand back around his cock and resumed my one-finger rubbing. I worried briefly about wet sounds if he touched me too quickly, but he was very slow, pushing one finger between my lips and sliding it up to start stroking me through the hood of my clit.

He was also using one finger, just flicking back and forth. My face was still right by his – it was taking all my willpower not to lean forward and kiss him as he fingered me. I could feel his breath hot on my face – it hadn’t even started to speed up – and I was just thinking ‘this is going to take a while’ when he shot a huge spurt of cum right up my front, hitting the bottom of my tits! I kept stroking him gently as he finished coming, somehow his breathing never even changed!

He still kept stroking me, just one finger. It was slow and delicious, and he was very patient. I could feel the warmth of his chest and the heat of the girl behind me, her arm resting against my back. It must have taken me about 20 minutes to come, an amazing slow buildup. I tensed as I felt my orgasm finally approach, determined to keep my breathing even. I did a good job too because he didn’t realise I’d come! I had to grab his hand to stop him, as I was suddenly super-sensitive – the only sudden movement of the night.

He squeezed my hand and I squeezed back – a silent thankyou – then I rolled over onto my other side, as a pretext for pulling my pants back up.

Sometimes when I fantasise about this, the girl behind is awake and winks, or I catch her masturbating – that’s how the story would end if it was porn. In real life though she was asleep. If she suspected anything, she’s never told me – I think nobody knew a thing!

Paul and I did have proper sex one more time after that, a few days later, and talked about our silent fooling around and how hard it had been to keep quiet. But after that we both moved on – I haven’t seen him for years! Paul, if by some weird chance you’re reading this story – pm me and say hello!

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