Summer Loving with my Ex and Our Friend – LONG [FMF]

We weren’t allowed to stay in the dorms over summer but I kept my job and would drive the hour and a half down the coast to work a day here, a day there.

My ex had gotten a place off campus with a mutual friend of ours. They shared the house with a married couple who worked in the area.

Naomi – my ex – and I weren’t on the best of terms; it was a messy, slow, and painful breakup, not made any easier by the fact that we were still deeply attracted to each other. The relationship was toxic, but the sex was addictive.

One day, my ex invited me over to see the place and we immediately wound up in her bedroom. We agreed that we were not getting back together but the sex was too good to stop. It was decided that I could stay with her whenever I had to work a shift in the area… which would become more frequent.

That was a fun summer, but one night immediately sticks out on top the rest, though I do warn you that whatever you think is going to happen… think again.

One night I’m laying in my Naomi’s bed, dozing in and out, when I hear her out in the living room, drunk with Anika, our mutual friend.

To give you an idea of seeing these two ladies together, Naomi was built like a model – not many curves, a skinny little thing – but bashful and uncomfortable in her body, despite how sexual she was. She was part Native American, Mexican, and white, and she had long black hair and lip piercings. Anika, on the other hand, was shorter and voluptuous. And unlike Naomi, Anika wore her sexuality like a badge of honor. Anika was Filipino and white, and her freckles made her eyes dance.

Anyway, I hear Naomi going on about something, but then I hear the word clearer… “pasties! They look like pasties! Are they pasties?”

In my head I’m thinking two things: “What is she going on about?” and “I’ve gotta get out there and see.”

I spring from the bed and head into the living room to find Naomi with her shirt off and holding two wooden coasters up against her nipples. Anika was laughing, sipping from her wine, and Kyler, their (thirtyish-something, married) roommate, was kicking back on the couch playing video games as if this was all normal.

Naomi looked a little embarrassed and ashamed when she saw me, but I couldn’t be more curious. Turned out Naomi and Anika had a killed a bottle of wine… each. And they were feeling good.

Eventually, the coasters came off and Naomi was just sitting around with her top off for everyone to see, tits out, like it was nothing. This went on for a few hours. At some point, Caroline, Kyler’s wife, had come home, and it was the five of us just hanging out and drinking.

Then a very curious thing happened. Naomi and Anika started talking about their nipples, comparing them. They turned to Caroline and Anika pulled her top up, flashing her, “Who has bigger nipples?” They were giggling like a couple of giddy school girls, and I’ll never forget what Caroline said next.

“I don’t know, why don’t have you him compare?” She pointed to me and the girls turned, grinning mischievously. They came over to me and Anika pulled her top up. I remember almost flinching, as if I wasn’t supposed to look. Nothing like this (sadly) had ever happened to me before. I remember they laughed and Caroline thought it was “cute.” But then Anika flashed me again and I had two beautiful sets of tits in my face.

And they stood there a while. I milked the situation – comparing, hmming and hawing – but they didn’t mind. They were enjoying it, too.

The rest of the night is blurry. For instance, I don’t remember how or when, but I do remember that at some point Naomi and Anika were completely naked out in the backyard, just talking, drinking, doing yoga poses – no big deal – without a care of who was watching. I never took my eyes off them. If it was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

There was talk of a threesome. Anika assumed that Naomi and I were “officially” back together and said something along the lines of, “if I did have a threesome, I’d want to do it with friends, people I trust.” She was telling us she was down, and I was too, but Naomi not so much. She’d just sort of brush the subject off.

Regardless of if a threesome was on or not, however, we all wound up in Naomi’s bed. Anika kicked me out, “If you’re gonna be in here, you have to be naked, too.” I quickly stripped down and appreciated the grin on Anika’s face. I noticed she was wearing panties and I told her, “no fair,” and with a big smile on her face, she stripped out of them. I remember her cute little patch of pubic hair. She was a knockout.

I got into bed between them and held Naomi on my right and Anika on my left. Talk of a threesome started up again but Naomi stopped responding and started acting a little more drunk than she was. Eventually, she rolled over and I was just holding Anika. I gave my cock a stroke here and there, but Anika said, “It doesn’t seem like she wants to.” Finally, to avoid temptation, Anika went to bed, and eventually, I fell asleep.

The next day we joked about it, but Naomi was feeling a bit of shame. How did she let it get that far? She’d never gotten naked in front of people like that before. And she didn’t want to have a threesome.

I told her she should relax. We were in our early twenties. It was the time to explore and have a laugh, nothing to get hung up about. Either way, it seemed like it was never going to happen again.

Or was it…?

I missed my alarm and made it late to work. I was late a lot that summer. Thankfully, my boss was sweet about it, and though I was wildly hungover, I managed to make it sound like I had been the DD the night before. She bought it, I think.

That was a brutal shift. I was a barista at the busiest coffee shop in town and that day seemed to be the busiest. I was barely keeping it together when Naomi and Anika walked through the door. I could only guess what they were giggling about.

I took their order, traded innuendos regarding the night before, and forgot to charge them. We talked and laughed as I made their drinks, and for a second I thought everything was going to go back to normal.

But I remember Naomi’s somber presence. She felt guilty for letting things go as far as they did. She’d gotten naked in front of everyone she lived with – Anika, Kyler, Caroline. She was ashamed at how natural it all felt.

And she had almost shared me with Anika. We weren’t “together,” except for the fact that we totally were. We were fucking exclusively, and while we may have been using each other, there were definite feelings there. A shared history. We knew the gravity of the situation, and while it excited me, I could see it frightened Naomi.

Things were surprisingly smooth back at the place. The night before wasn’t mentioned, but it wasn’t forgotten, nor was it expected to be. Everyone kept from talking about it as if fearful that if they did it may not happen again. I hadn’t experienced that before – a sexual encounter sans the awkwardness.

That night the five of us hung out and watched a movie. We talked and bitched and joked and called it a night before anyone was drunk. It was mellow, and probably needed.

That night in bed, Naomi and I finally talked about it. Yes, it all excited her (“didn’t you see how hard my nipples were?”), but she was confused. She had gotten caught up in the moment and lost control of herself, and that’s what scared her. “I just want you to know,” she said, “I don’t want to have a threesome. That’s not me, that’s not who I am. Are you okay with that?”

To say I was disappointed would be putting it mildly. But, if I’m being honest with myself, a threesome had always seemed like such an unrealistic goal. Would I really be missing anything?

…

Yes. The answer is yes.

My alarm went off the next morning and I felt Naomi’s hand grip my cock. “Can I join you in the shower?” I was never one to refuse a request like that.

The shower was one of mine and Naomi’s favorite places to fuck. Having to hold our breaths and be quiet so as not to disturb the rest of the house added quite a thrill to the proceedings.

I remember Naomi was extra horny that morning. I fucked her from behind as the warm water beat down on us, and I can still remember the bubble of her ass bouncing against my cock.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum.” I moaned softly in her ear that I was ready.

“Come inside me. Come deep inside me.” It didn’t take long before I was doing just that. “Oh, yes. Fuck. Yes, I can feel it,” cooed Naomi.

Naomi pushed my cum out of her pussy and into her hand. She looked me straight in the eye, put my cum in her mouth, and swallowed it.

“I’ll miss you today.”

As we dried off, Naomi asked me what time I was getting off work. “It’s Caroline’s birthday and we were all gonna go out to the brewery, if you wanted to come.”

Yes.

I wanted to come.

I remember that I’d gotten really high before we went out. I hoped that no one would be able to tell but one look at my bloodshot eyes gave it all away.

We went downtown to a local brewery. I remember the way Caroline ordered her food and drinks – blunt, to the point, almost as if she were a military general. It intimidated me sitting across from her, and I can only guess how the poor waiter felt.

“Whoa,” I mumbled, “that was intense.”

Caroline looked me over, gave me a very sexy grin, and asked, “How high are you?”

We were all feeling really good by the end of the night. We’d had a lot to drink and were thirsty for more. I can’t tell you how in the hell we got home but somehow we did. Kyler poured us all more drinks and someone said something about the girls getting naked again.

I remember Anika disrobed at the first mention of it, as if she’d been waiting for the opportunity to present itself. She was completely nude in an instant and the party quickly moved out to the backyard.

Naomi was more hesitant. She was unsure what all of this meant, as if it all had to mean *something*. Still, though, I could see a glimmer of mischief in her eye, a longing to play with her friend. With everyone.

“Are you gonna get naked?” I asked.

Her eyes darted around the room. Everyone was outside, it was just us. “Just… wait for me out there,” she said.

Outside, Kyler and Caroline were seated by the sliding glass door watching Anika – again, completely naked – in the center of the backyard doing yoga. They were smiling like the cat that ate the canary, touching each other while appreciating Anika’s beauty. I couldn’t blame them because I too was entranced in Anika’s nakedness. The light only worked to accentuate her already perfect curves.

I was pulled back to reality when Caroline spoke to me. “It’s my birthday and you’re going to do what I tell you.”

I stammered out an, “O-o-okay,” nervous but overcome with arousal.

“Touch her.”

I walked up to Anika and touched her arm. We both laughed.

“No,” said Caroline, “grab her ass.”

I looked at Anika and she just smiled at me, flattered almost. I did as I was told. She was perfect. “Really squeeze it!” shouted Caroline. I obeyed. Anika bit her lip. “Now give her a spank!” I spanked Anika’s ass, rubbed it. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

At this point, Naomi came out wearing my black pea coat. She was swimming in that thing, it was way too big on her, but it was open. And I could make out Naomi’s supple tits behind the fabric.

Naomi looked at me gripping Anika’s ass but before she could get upset Caroline spoke up, “I made them do it. It’s my birthday. Now get over there and grab her tits.”

Naomi walked up and I could now see that she was in fact completely naked under the open pea coat. She grabbed one of Anika’s tits and smiled at me. I grabbed Anika’s other tit and kissed Naomi on the mouth and neck before she stopped me. She was trying to maintain some level of control.

“Fuck it,” I heard Caroline say. I looked over and she’d pulled down her top, exposing her tits. She was bigger than the girls, but more confident than Anika even. Her tits were large but they didn’t sag. Her nipples could’ve cut glass.

Caroline continued instructing us on how and where to touch Anika. She mainly kept it to her tits and ass, maintaining some shred of respect for the fact that they all thought Naomi and I were “officially together”. I wish she’d ordered us to do more. I know Anika did, too. The entire time we were touching her she wore the sexiest grin you could ever imagine. Fuck.

I was surprised when Caroline ordered me to, “Drop your pants. I wanna see what Naomi is always bragging about.”

Without thinking, I slipped out of my pants and boxers. “I need a better look,” said Caroline. She left Kyler’s side and proceeded towards me. I remember looking down and seeing all three girls kneeling in front of me, looking up at my cock, smiling. They commented on how thick I was, how hard I was, how it “must not be *that* cold out!” It was a confidence boost, to say the least.

I’ll never forget what Caroline said next. She turned to Naomi and said, “You should give it a kiss.”

Before I knew what was happening Naomi had her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking and stroking me in front of our friend and their two roommates. It may very well have been the most surreal sexual experience of my life.

Watching Naomi suck me was too much for Caroline. She fanned herself, grabbed Kyler by the hand, and led him inside. “We need to go to bed. Now.”

I don’t remember exactly how things played out after that; I doubt there was any awkwardness. I think I suggested we should smoke a bowl in my car (we couldn’t smoke in the house). I pulled on my pants and Anika threw on a light blue dress that clung to her body perfectly. We piled into my car – me in the driver’s seat, Anika in the passenger, and Naomi in the back.

As I packed the bowl I remember Anika going on and on about how horny she was. All the time. That it had been so long. Finally, she exclaimed, “God, I need to get fucked!”

Naomi’s voice chimed in from the backseat: “Why don’t you fuck him?”

Anika and I were stunned to silence for a moment. “What?”

“Yeah,” said Naomi. “Don’t you want to fuck him? Look at that cock.”

As if on instinct I lowered my pants and my cock sprung out. Anika looked at it a long moment and bit her lip. Then she turned to Naomi. “But what will you do?”

Naomi opened up the pea coat, spread her legs, and began gently rubbing her pussy. “This.”

Anika smiled and swung her body around mine, straddling me, giggling, excited. I’ll never forget feeling her wetness dab the tip of my cock, or how excruciatingly slowww she lowered herself, sliding her twitching pussy down my aching cock.

And this is where it all started to turn.

As her pussy was about halfway down my cock, I moved my head forward and began kissing and sucking on her neck. This must have snapped her out of whatever sexual haze she had been in because within a moment she was off me and back in the passenger seat.

“What am I doing? I can’t fuck you. You’re my friend. You’re both my friends. And you’re together.” Naomi and I clumsily tried to explain that we actually weren’t officially together, to which she replied, “Why would I want to be in the middle of that or add to your guys’ issues?”

Where was this logic coming from suddenly?

Well, the logic may have proved too much for Naomi because just then, without warning, Naomi vomited across my entire backseat.

That pretty much ended the evening. We headed back inside, and I got Naomi showered and in bed.

I went to the bathroom and when I came out Anika asked me if I’d seen her phone. I hadn’t. She asked me if I’d help her look.

We wound up in her room and while I was genuinely looking for her phone, I noticed that Anika was just standing there, posing, ass out. If I’d only reached out and touched her I would’ve been able to take her from behind that night. And god did I want to.

But I’ll tell you the truth. I grew up Catholic, and my guilt got the better of me. If I’d hooked up with Anika *with* Naomi, that would be one thing. But I couldn’t bring myself to make a move on Anika behind Naomi’s back, even if we weren’t “officially together”.

So, I apologized for not being able to locate her phone and went to bed. When I snuggled up to Naomi she turned and started hitting me. She told me she hated me. Called me an asshole. She was drunk and I don’t think she remembered it the next day. But I’ll never forget it.

Her guilt returned and she couldn’t get over the fact that we had all “violated each other”. We didn’t work out in the end but I’ll always have that summer to think back on. And while it didn’t pan out the way I (or you, I’m sure) had hoped, it was fun.

**THE END**

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