No jealousy [FFM]

“C’mon Lewis, time to finish showering,” Dawn says, “We’re leaving in, like, thirty minutes.” She stands up and washes my cum from her freckled face, her intense blue eyes studying me as I catch my breath. She’s always looking at me. Not sneaking glances, either. No, her style is brazen ogling. I’m cool with it.

Dawn’s been my girlfriend for three years, and I still feel incredibly lucky to be with her. She loves blowing me, which is a great start. But also, she’s smart, and determined, and when she knows that she wants something, she doesn’t let anything stop her from getting it. It’s amazing to be with someone like that, someone who you know will be successful in whatever they do.

Friends have said that Dawn’s the one wearing the pants in our relationship. Who cares? She’s hot in pants. Her in pants, that tight ass of hers flexing as she tells people what to do, and they do it, well… that power of hers makes my cock so hard, and she’s not shy about telling me exactly how she wants me to shove it in her.

I guess she’s a serious person. She doesn’t giggle, laughs only when something funny happens, not when she’s nervous like everyone else, and even then, not much. She’s nothing like my previous girlfriends, ditzes, bimbos, eye candy and nothing more. Until Dawn, I had no idea how intoxicating it is being with a girl who takes charge. Her blue eyes penetrate through all my bullshit, and that’s exhilarating.

Even as I still feel the afterglow percolate through me, Dawn’s scrutiny makes my balls ache.

I grab her, kiss her. Her tongue is in my mouth, her lips sucking on mine. She does nothing halfway. My hand gropes her tit, the other slides up her thigh, between her legs. The hot water sprays between us, the steam billowing. She has crimped, natural red hair, which she keeps practical on her head, trim at her crotch. I grab her ass, slide my hand forward and finger her. She grinds into it, pushes into my grip, gets off. Nothing turns me on more than seeing her get off.

My cock grows stiff for the second time this shower. It pushes against her leg.

She shoves me against the wall, the tile cold on my back. She spins around, bending over, ass towards me. I grab her waist, know what she wants, pull her onto my erection. Wide hips, tight pussy stretched around my shaft. My cock knows the place well. It’s better each return visit.

Dawn grabs the door handle, uses it for leverage, pumps herself on my dick. There’s a wet slapping sound as she skewers herself, over and over, driving hungrily. She moans.

I shove back, drilling into her harder and harder. She loves it, her pale skin blushing with heat and sexual energy. “Fuck, Lewis,” she groans through clenched teeth, her body going rigid, “Fuck, like that, yesssss…”

I love making her moan. I feel it in my balls first, the arrival of a second orgasm. I pull on her hips, shove my cock inside her deep as I can, and hold her against me, cumming, cumming, cumming.

I collapse against the wall, watching her as she turns back around. She’s still sober, but less so. The chemical bliss of orgasm is having its effect. She’s beautiful.

“Fuck, Lewis,” she says, “We’re going to be late.”

“I love you,” I say, “Marry me.”

“What?”

Did I just say that? I think I did. Fuck. But this isn’t how this is supposed to go. At the minimum, there’s something I should be doing here. Some tradition. Then it clicks, and I shove everything else out of my brain. I drop to one knee. “Will you please marry me?” The shower water is spraying me in the face.

Dawn laughs. Oh no. My eyes widen, tears approach the surface. “I love you too,” she says, crying, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

I feel faint. Dizzy. Oh my god. I’m engaged. We’re engaged.

“This isn’t how I imagined this moment,” she says.

“It’s not how I planned it, either,” I say.

“Heck of a story for our kids one day.”

## ## ##

A week-ish later. Ten days, maybe.

“Helen’s coming over,” Dawn says, looking mighty sexy in her wireframe glasses. She only uses them at night, when her contacts are out. It gives them an intimacy, a vulnerability she only shares with me. Her computer screen reflects from the lenses, a chat program I think.

I drop my book down. “Who’s Helen, again?”

“Friend from college,” she says, “The one I was telling you about?”

“Weren’t you her roommate or something?”

“Or something,” Dawn says, “It was… complicated.”

“Huh,” I grunt, “When’s she coming?”

“Now.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“It’s nearly midnight!” I say.

“So?”

“I dunno. It just seems, like, late for company.”

“It’s not a social visit.” Dawn walks from the desk, taking a spot on the ottoman across from me. Through the glasses, her blue eyes search mine.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She’s moving away,” Dawn says, “To teach English overseas. Says she won’t be back here, to this town at least, ever. Says she wants to meet up one last time, ‘for old time’s sake.’”

“What old times are those, exactly?” My novel is long forgotten. I put the bookmark in and set it aside.

“I’ve got a pretty good guess.”

“And?” Dawn’s normally direct. This isn’t like her.

“Well, like you said, we were roommates, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we were. But also, we used to fuck.”

“To fuck what?” I’m slow sometimes.

“Each other.”

“You and Helen?”

“Me and Helen.”

“Would fuck.”

“Yes, Lewis. Me and Helen, we’d fuck. We’d go down on each other, yeah. Give each other orgasms.”

“Why?”

Dawn shrugs. “Because it felt good? We wanted to? Who cares? We were both single, bored, horny. It was a couple years before I met you.”

“You’re bi?”

“You know I’m not big on labels,” Dawn says, “But, no. Maybe. With Helen I was, at least.”

“You were into her?” I say, “Like, physically?”

“I was the one that initiated. Back then, I mean.”

“So, ok,” I say, taking this all in, playing catch-up, “Fine. I got it. No big deal. You dated a girl, sort of, once, long ago. So why’s your ex coming over now?”

“We didn’t date. We were just … roommates with benefits.” Dawn looks pensive. “She’s coming now because she wants to fuck.”

“Uhh…”

“And I kinda want to fuck her, too.”

My eyes go wide, the couch drops out from beneath me. I’m going to fall over and never hit the ground.

Dawn continues, “But only if you’re ok with it.”

What? She wants me to make this decision? I don’t know how to do that. She’s the the one that makes decisions around here.

She says, “I can see you hesitating.”

“I’m not enough for you?”

“Lewis,” Dawn says, looking more serious than even her usual, “I love you more than anything. Of course you’re enough for me, you’re all I need, will ever need. I will never cheat on you, not ever. And if you say ‘no’ to this, I will totally respect that. It’s just…”

“Just what?” my voice squeaks.

“I thought it might be fun.” Holy hell, she actually looks nervous. Dawn never gets nervous.

“Fun?”

“You could watch.”

“Watch?” I am an echo.

“Guys like seeing women with other women, right?”

“I guess…” I let myself be led.

“I think it would be pretty hot, actually,” she says, placing her hand on my knee, sliding it up my thigh, “You sitting there, masturbating, watching Helen and me fuck.”

My cock twitches. The doorbell chimes. My balls shrink into my belly.

“That’ll be her,” Dawn says.

Of course I go along with what Dawn wants. I always do.

And… Dawn’s enough girl for me, but Helen is undeniably attractive. Cute, tall, thin, with an alt edge to her fashion. Her alluring demeanor, it’s nothing like Dawn’s. She’s a foil to Dawn’s natural beauty. I don’t know what to make of Dawn’s taste in women, this is too new. But … Helen’s style is hot. Platform shoes, dark makeup, hair dyed dark with indigo streaks, piercings up her earlobes, her eyebrows, her nose, her tongue, a dress that only barely covers her firm ass, milky thighs below.

“Who’s the dude?” she asks, nodding at me.

“That’s Lewis,” Dawn says, “My fiance.”

That word, it still sounds weird. I’m still getting used to the idea of being engaged.

“Fiance?” Helen says, looking back and forth between us. “Congratulations?”

“Thanks,” I say.

“So, Dawn. S’that mean we’re just gonna chat?” Helen says, “Maybe play some charades, some pictionary?” The sarcasm is thick.

Dawn scowls. “Shut the fuck up, Helen, and sit your ass down.”

Helen grins. “Yes, ma’am.”

Dawn eyes her up and down, then walks into our bedroom and closes the door.

Helen turns to me. “You two’re in love, then?”

“Yep.”

“Good for her she got a cute one,” she says, “She deserves it.” Then, without missing a beat, “You wanna see my other piercings?”

I look toward the bedroom.

Helen chuckles. “Dawn won’t mind,” she says.

I look at her, she’s pulled her dress down, showing me her tits. Pert, sexy. Black beads on chrome rods pierce her nipples.

“You like?”

“Of course he does,” says Dawn, “You’re hot.”

The bedroom door is open, and Dawn stands in its frame. Her clothes are gone, her glasses are gone. She’s wearing black lingerie — lace bra, panties, and stockings — which hide nothing. One of my favorite of her outfits. She’s beautiful. Helen whistles.

Dawn continues, “You still got the one on your labia?”

“Was getting to that,” Helen smirks, spreading her legs. She’s wearing red panties, and she pulls them to the side, showing off a bare pussy, a silver ring sticking from it. She gives herself a playful smack and grins at me. Her skin is pale and pink, the type of pussy that makes me salivate, my cock twitch.

“Get in here,” Dawn says.

In our bedroom, Dawn has set up the speaker, music playing, some girl punk band she likes. The main light is off, but she’s got the dim table lamps on, putting out a soft, warm glow. Helen lies down naked on Dawn and my bed. She looks very fuckable, extremely fuckable, but the thought fills me with guilt. Dawn pushes her knees apart and kneels between them. She picks up a pink vibrator.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and watch.

“The story is, Lewis,” Dawn says, “Helen and I, we’d been living together for about, oh, five months. I was up late one night, horny and getting myself off, when Helen here came home drunk.”

“And also horny,” Helen adds.

“And also horny,” Dawn repeats, “She knocked on my door.”

“I knew you were masturbating.”

“No you didn’t,” Dawn says, “You were drunk. You were complaining that your date sucked. That all you wanted was your pussy licked. I probably would have been pretty annoyed, if I hadn’t been craving the exact same thing.”

Dawn turns the vibrator on, the buzz of the plastic bullet a sexy foreshadowing. She rubs it against Helen’s inner thighs, teasing her pussy.

A wave of contentment floods through Helen’s features. “You shoulda seen her,” she says, “So intense. I thought she was gonna hit me.”

“I opened my door,” Dawn says, “And Helen was like a deer in the headlights. I was going to tell her off, yell at her to shut up. But something about the way she looked, her attitude. I’m still not sure why I did it, really.”

“You did it because I’m hot as fuck.”

“That’s true. It wasn’t planned, I don’t think, but I grabbed her and kissed her. We made out. She was digging it. Then I started fingering her. All I remember is how sweet she tasted, how wet she was.”

“I was shocked,” Helen says, “But I was drunk, so I got the hang of it pretty quick.”

Helen is already completely wet. Dawn slowly runs the vibrator up and down her pussy lips. “I’d never thought about girls that way before. But I realized, right then, I was going to make Helen have an orgasm. She’d let me, would welcome it, even. So I just did to her what I’d been doing to my own pussy earlier. She, well, she really liked it.”

“It was fucking amazing,” Helen says, beaming at her, “I still remember that first time, how hot it was, how sexy you were, how hard I came.” The vibrator presses against her clit and she hums quietly. “It’s making me so wet, thinking about it right now.”

“And then–”

Helen cuts her off, “You were wearing these horrible sweat pants. I yanked them off you–”

“I was wearing booty shorts, and I took them off myself, after sitting back into my desk chair–”

“It was your bed.”

“Pretty sure it was my chair,” Dawn insists.

“Whatever.”

“Point is, your face was in my crotch.”

Helen moans, then opens her eyes. “I had to show my appreciation,” she says, “Lucky for me, you were already halfway there.”

“It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”

“You were so into it,” Helen says, “You made me eat you out again the next morning.”

“Which you were happy enough to do.”

“Lewis,” Helen turns to me, “You know how to refuse her, either?”

I shake my head.

Helen grins, flashing me her tongue. Then she turns to Dawn. “He any good at oral?”

Dawn looks at me. “Wouldn’t be here if he weren’t.”

“He as good as me, though?”

“Lewis is a master,” Dawn says, “But it’s not the same. He fucks like he loves me. It’s amazing, that feeling, it is so fulfilling, there’s no comparison. But you? Having sex with you was like… like a sport. A sport with no rules, only goals. We were both just playing, a scrimmage, no relationship, no expectation. Just freedom and … gratification.”

“You’re the sexiest nerd I’ve ever met.” Helen laughs, bites her lip. “Get down here and gratify me.”

My cock is hard, making an obscene tent in my pants. Helen nods at me. “Do I get to try Lewis out, too?”

Dawn leans down over Helen’s crotch, sliding the vibrator around absently. She turns her head over her shoulder, gives me an analytical look. “Look at him, sitting there so patiently,” she says, “Lewis, show Helen your cock. Let her play with it, if you want.”

My eyes go wide.

But Dawn pays me no notice. She reaches down with the vibrator, inserting it inside herself like its an old friend. Then her mouth is on Helen’s pussy, slurping up the girl’s heat. Clothing abandoned, I lie down next to Helen, listening to the wet sucking sounds. Helen’s fingers lace through mine and she squeezes my hand. My dick towers in the cool air, alone but rock hard.

Helen moans, a flush on her cheeks, a dazed lilt to her eyes. She says, “She give good head, too?”

“The best,” I say, voice quiet.

“Are you getting jealous,” Helen says, “Seeing her with me?”

Good question. Am I jealous? I feel like I should be jealous, right? But it’s not there. “No,” I say.

“But it’s turning you on,” she says, looking at my erection and licking her lips.

I give my cock a few strokes.

“Fuck…” Helen moans, “You tease. Look how fat that thing is.” Her eyes roll back in her head as Dawn pushes her knees up to her chest, Dawn’s tongue dancing over her pussy. “Ohhh… nnnng… this is so fucking hot.”

Helen’s hands move to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she moans. Her chest heaves, her torso twists. “Oh, fuck yes… Lewis, grab my tits.”

I look at Dawn. She shrugs. I grab one of Helen’s nipples, thumbing her piercing.

“Harder,” she says.

I pinch. She groans, squeezing her eyes closed. “Fuck! That’s… oh fuck!” And then’s she’s climaxing, her body going rigid, her back arching, her legs quivering. Dawn doesn’t slow down. She drives her fingers into Helen while sucking on her clit. She pushes pleasure onto Helen until the girl breaks, and only then does she let up.

Dawn sits back. “Lewis,” she says, giving me a horny look. I spring up.

She kisses me deep, her tongue dominating my mouth. Something is different. I realize its Helen that I’m tasting and falter. Dawn pulls me tight, forcing the other girl’s flavor into me, grabbing my cock while she does.

“Enjoying?” she asks between kisses.

“Yes. Very much, yes.”

“Then you’ll love what comes next.” She shivers as she slides the vibrator out from insider her and turns it off.

Then she swings around, sitting on Helen’s face. Her calves press against Helen’s ears, her ass fills her view. She presses her pussy onto the pale girl’s mouth. She plays with Helen’s breasts.

Dawn is magnificent, a look of pure contentment on her face as she rides the other girl. She amazingly sexy as she gets off, the tight lingerie accentuating her curves, the pattern stretching as she flexes, her muscles rippling. I kiss her, she shoots her tongue into my mouth. I can feel her breathing, deep sucking breaths.

She breaks away and bites her lip, moaning loudly, then lays down. Her face is back in Helen’s pussy. She extends her tongue, wrapping it around Helen’s clit as she shoves her fingers up into her heat.

Helen gasps. Dawn squeezes her thighs together. She looks up at me. “I want to see you fuck her.”

My eyes go wide.

“I know you want to.”

I nod. I do want to. Helen’s been turning me on since she got here.

I kneel between Helen’s legs, my cock bouncing in Dawn’s face. She strokes it, licking the tip, then pushes it against Helen’s pussy. It’s involuntary, automatic, natural… I shove my erection into her wet heat. She’s tight and I slide in deep.

Helen groans, “Oh my god…”

“Don’t cum in her.” It’s an instruction, not a warning. She sucks on Helen’s clit, tonguing it while I thrust.

Her pussy is fucking amazing, so tight, so hot. For three years, I’ve been exclusive with Dawn. I love fucking Dawn, cannot get enough. But I’ve forgotten how different the sensation can be with other girls. I’m starting to lose my mind, fucking into her like its the end of the world. I feel her tense beneath me and somehow remember Dawn’s instruction. And then she’s climaxing, her hips bucking, her pussy spasming. I want to cum in her, so bad. Dawn breaks from licking Helen’s clit only long to remind me, “Don’t cum,” then she’s back at it, seeing the other girl through.

I grumble my disappointment and pull my cock out of Helen’s pussy. Dawn rewards me by sucking it clean. I moan, clench my teeth, focus on not cumming. I’m close. A minute more and I’ll be filling Dawn’s mouth with spunk. I try to guess what she’s planning. I think I figure it out just as she says, “Stick it in me. Cum in me.”

I grin.

I kneel behind Dawn. Helen looks up at me, we make eye contact around my cock. Dawn’s pussy is pressed against Helen’s tongue, and I shove my erection through. My balls bounce against Helen’s face as I feel her tongue slide along my shaft.

“Fuck yes,” Dawn grunts, arching her back. “Do it.”

I fuck her while Helen eats her out. I can only guess what Helen’s tongue is doing to her, but Dawn is rapt with ecstasy. My hands are on her hips as I pound away. I know what makes her cum, I know what she likes, I know how to get her there. I know how to pace it with my own pleasure. But she’s sliding into ecstasy far quicker than normal.

It’s only moments, and she’s there. She’s climaxing, moaning, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” She’s not slowing down, she’s caught the wave, is going to ride it all the way through.

My balls have been slapping Helen in the face. But then, something different, something incredible. She sucks them into her mouth, wraps her lips around them, holds them in place as I thrust. Each shove of my cock into Dawn means Helen’s mouth tugs on my balls.

I am not prepared for something so hot. I groan, loud, wild. My orgasm is inevitable. My balls tense in Helen’s mouth. Dawn’s spasming pussy squeezes my cock. I’m cumming. Helen sucks on my sac as blast after blast jets into Dawn’s pussy. It’s the hardest I’ve ever cum. Dawn’s moans mix with mine. My vision closes around me. I collapse backwards onto the headboard in a daze.

I come to, Dawn nestled into my side, head on my shoulder, hand idly playing with my halfway erect cock. The pattern in the lingerie over her hip fascinates me. She looks very pretty.

“When Lewis and me started dating,” she’s saying, “I never pictured him as marriage material.”

“What? Why not?” Helen says. She’s nestled into my other side, her head on my other shoulder. Her hair is disheveled, her makeup smeared, her nipples tender. She also looks very pretty.

“Us getting together, it was totally a physical thing,” Dawn says, “I just thought he’d be a fun lay. Get my pussy licked until I got bored and then move on with my life.”

“What changed?” Helen takes my cock from Dawn, holds it flat against my belly, running her finger up it like she’s inspecting it.

“Not sure,” Dawn says. Her tits are pushed up against my side. “It never got boring. We got along real well. Turns out we actually had stuff in common.”

“He seems good for you, you’re happy.” Helen bats my cock side to side, making it grow stiff. “And I don’t just mean this cock, holy fuck.”

Dawn rubs my glans the way she knows I like, and my dick stiffens even further. “I know, right? Other guys never expected me to be as horny as I am. Just thinking about this thing still makes me wet.”

Helen strokes my cock’s underside, and I whimper. She looks me in my eye. “You passed out on us for a minute there, Lewis,” she says, “But Dawn said this’d wake you back up.”

I grab a handful of each girl’s ass, pulling them in tight.

Helen hums in appreciation. Dawn cups my balls.

“Dawn, it’s still cool, right?” Helen asks.

Dawn nods, saying, “Do it. He’ll never ask. But he wants it. You should do it.”

Helen grins. She sits up and moves down between my legs. Our eyes lock. She says, “Thanks for letting me borrow you fiance, Lewis.”

Then she sucks my cock into her mouth. I whimper again. Dawn’s watching me, her face nearly touching mine as her friend sucks me off. We kiss. I moan into her mouth. She loves it, kissing me deeper, harder. Helen sucks cock like a pro. I’m soon cumming again, draining my balls in her mouth.

Helen and Dawn kiss, my cum dribbling from their lips.

“We made a pretty hot team,” Helen says, kissing Dawn one last time. She turns to me. “Nice to meet you, Lewis. Thanks for the lay. Dawn’s a catch, treat her good. And congrats on the marriage.”

And then it’s just Dawn and me. We cuddle, and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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