This is part one of a series that will culminate in a bi MMF threeway. Any feedback or constructive criticisms would be greatly appreciated.
Enjoy.
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“You go first.” I said with a nervous giggle.
“You promise you won’t chicken out?” Jake cocked his eyebrow and looked down at me.
I pulled the blankets up to cover my nose and my mouth. I know we could still see each other, but it felt like I was hiding, which was at least some comfort. Jake laid down on the bed beside me and started at the ceiling. I could tell he wasn’t waiting for an answer, but rather trying to muster up the courage to speak.
It gave me time to think of my own answer. My biggest fantasy, huh? The one thing I want more than anything else, no matter how far out there. It was Jake’s idea, so of course I’m going to make him go first.
You could say Jake and I were still sort of in the honeymoon phase of our relationship. We started hanging out as friends almost two years ago. At some point it turned into dating without either of us truly realizing it. I do remember our first kiss, almost six months ago.
He walked me home after a horrible dud of a movie. It started as the most awkward goodbye I’ve ever had and ended with a kiss that left me moist the rest of the night. It took two months before we finally had sex and it was almost as awkward as the goodbye.
Now we were in bed. Because I know you’re wondering: his bed, we ARE both naked, and we had sex last night but not this morning. Satisfied?
We had nowhere to be all day. Our plan was to just stay in bed and be together. Of course we expected plenty of sex and some casual chit chat. Jake had this idea of asking each other sexual questions and get to know each other a little better. Anytime I describe my relationship with Jake the key word is awkward. But in a cute and endearing sort of way. I don’t know if this is normal when transforming from close purely platonic friends into a sexually active couple, but it definitely defined our transition. It wasn’t all on him. I was just as clumsy and clueless about it as he was. So this seemed like a great idea.
We quickly covered the simple stuff.
Our body counts. His was 4 while mine was 6. Nothing earth shattering there.
Our first kiss. His was a girl at the campground his parents took him to, mine was blackmailing my brother’s best friend.
Whether or not we’ve ever cheated. We both answered no.
It went on like that, learning about each other’s histories. Then Jake asked about my deep fantasies. He promised honesty and no judgement. All I said was that he had to go first.
“A threesome.” The words left his mouth quickly and simply. It seemed like a big challenge to admit … that? That’s what every guy wanted.
“Come on,” I replied with a snicker. “So you want to fuck two girls at once? I’m shocked, Jake, shocked.” I rolled over to face away from him. “Scandalous,” I added with just a hint of sarcasm.
“No, Liz, not like that.” He responded.
I rolled onto my back again. “Not like that? So you want to fuck one girl while they play with each other?” I felt like he was omitting something important.
“No. I mean.” He stammered a little. “I mean not with,” a long pause hung in the air, “not with two girls.”
“Not with…” I started, my brain busily trying to process this. “Wait,” I think it finally clicked in, “with another guy?” I know I sounded surprised, hopefully not grossed out.
“Never mind,” Jake mumbled and turned away.
“No.” I said sharply and rolled to face his back. “Come on, Jake. Is that what you mean?”
There was anything long pause. “Yes.”
“It’s just not what I expected.” I was still a little in shock at the thought that he wanted to share me with someone else. I had to know more. What made this so exciting for him? Was it being watched by someone? Watching me fuck someone else? Or was it … wait ….
“You mean,” I continued, “with you and him doing stuff to each other?” I asked with a slight hesitation.
I could see him nod, but he didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything either. We laid there in silence for two hours before I got up to use the washroom.
I spent the two silent hours processing what he had told me. I know it must seem like I was harsh on him, but that wasn’t my intention at all. Truth be told, that was my big fantasy too. I wanted to tell him that we were on the same page, but it was tough to find the words. The more I delayed, the harder it became.
It was two weeks before I managed to finally bring it up again.
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“Jake?” We are on the couch watching a movie. He’s sitting at the end with his feet on the coffee table and I’m laying down with my head in his lap.
He looks down at me and smiles when he sees me looking up at him.
“My fantasy is the same as yours. I want to be with two men who are into each other. I want them to get turned on by me and watch as they suck each other off.” I blurted it out in a quick high speed burst. I felt my heart racing unsure of how he would respond.
Jake just nodded. I think he was trying to figure out what to say. But he didn’t need words. I could feel his cock growing under my head. At the very least the idea excited him.
I lifted my head and sat up beside him. I snuggled in close and rested my head on his shoulder. Once I was nice and comfortable and I rested my hand on his thigh and started to massage it softly.
“What if we tried it sometime,” I said quietly into his ear. “I could be sitting against the headboard teasing my wet pussy while you and him watch me.” I suggest, adding some suggestiveness to my voice.
I let my hand roam higher up his leg. I slide my palm down to his inner thigh and bing it up under his balls. I trace my fingertips up along the shaft of his, now completely hard shaft.
Mmm. He likes that.
“Maybe you’re stroking yourselves while watching me. Then you feel his hand on yours.”
I put my thumb and index finger on either side of his bulge. I run them up and down, just tracing the edges. I hear him moan and I pull myself a little closer. His arm slips between my breasts as I hold onto it.
“You let go and he has your cock in his hand.”
I unbutton his pants.
“You notice he’s not getting any attention, so you reach over and grab him.”
I pull his cock free from his pants. I look down at it and feel a familiar warmth growing between my legs.
“The sight of it makes me cum. You two are jerking each other off as I moan in pleasure.”
I wrap my hand around his shaft and grip him just the way he likes.
“But it’s not about me, is it?” I continue to whisper. “I crawl over and beckon you down to where I am.”
I start to slowly stroke him with long, deliberate strokes.
“We’re eye to eye with his cock, Jake. Can you smell it?”
The scent of his manhood fills my nose as I start to speed up my strokes little by little.
“I grab it and point it to you, Jake. Do you want to suck his cock?” I put on the sexiest voice I can muster.
My hand slides up and down his shaft at a steady, quicker pace. Jake starts thrusting his hips into my grip.
“Do you want it? Jake? Let’s suck this cock together. Do you want that?”
I hear his breathing stop. His cock seems to swell in my hand.
“Yes!” He screams out. “Yes!” Once again.
His member starts to pulse and twitch under my grasp. Jake’s head is back and his eyes are closed. I open my mouth, always in awe, as the cum starts to erupt from him. Rope after rope of thick white cum flying up into the air and landing on his shirt, along his cock, and all over my hand. I made sure I squeezed out every last drop as Jake started to breathe heavily and his body melted into the couch.
I lift my hand and tilt it so his seed doesn’t drip on the furniture. He looked over at me with those worn out puppy dog eyes. I always loved the way he looked after he came. Cute and dopey was my way of describing it. I pulled my hand to my face and licked it clean. He watched me intently as I cleaned his load from my hand, every time I did that it seemed to fascinate him just as much as the first time. Another quality I found adorable.
“What about the rest?” He asked as he looked down at the mess in his lap.
“Ha!” I said, sarcastically, “clean yourself up, you slut.” I say with obvious mock disgust before walking away.
I moment later I toss a towel to him from behind. It lands on his head and I giggle. He pulls it off and starts to clean up as best he can.
“I may need to go change,” he stood up, still wiping away the remnants of his mess. I stood by the wall and watched as his limp cock bounced and jiggled as he wiped himself. Even as he walked towards the bathroom I watched it bounce with every step. I guess that was something that always fascinated me as much as the first time, seeing the way a man’s cock moves in its natural state.
I smile and go sit down on the couch as Jake looks for some clean clothes to wear. Well, maybe not clean, but not covered in cum.
We didn’t talk about it again that night. We just cuddled on the couch and watched TV before going to bed. But it wasn’t long before the topic came ho again. Neither of us wanted to let this rest.
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