“You’re gonna like him, Steph,” she says, her eyes wide and unblinking, as if she thought I’d believe her if she could only stare emphatically enough.
I ignore this and repeat what I’d already stated multiple times, “I’m not having sex tonight. I’m not ready for that, and you can’t convince me.”
It’s her turn to ignore me, and she faces forward in the passenger seat. I turn up the music, and we make the rest of the drive to Adam’s house.
I know what she’s up to, and she isn’t really even trying to hide it. We haven’t seen each other in about a year, but every time we meet up, it is as if no time has passed. We’d been best friends for nearly a decade, and while we are no longer that close, we still know each other like the backs of our hands.
The last time I saw Becca, we’d had a threesome with my now ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time we’d shared a cock, and now I could tell that she is anxiously hoping it wouldn’t be the last.
We arrive and Becca walks right in. Adam is standing, typing away on a laptop. He’s tall, taller than I’d expected, with freckled skin and short messy hair. He isn’t wearing a shirt under his zip-up hoodie, and his jeans hang loose on his hips.
I can practically hear my gulp. He’s my type.
He waves a bit and asks us to let him finish up the paragraph he’s working on. “Grab a beer if you’d like and you can check out my bookshelves. I’m almost done.”
I do both, feeling a little pouty about being ignored. What happened to him “dying to meet me?” So I judge his apartment. Papers, notes, and drawings are everywhere in the living room. There’s an immaculately clean kitchen, and oh so many books. I make a circuit around the room, while he types and Becca talks at me. After a few minutes, he closes the laptop.
“Hi! I’m Adam,” he gives a little wave. I’m wondering if he’s shy.
“I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m glad we’re finally meeting,” he says as he comes to join me in front of a shelf overflowing with science fiction novels. There is totally a glint in his eye. They’re in on this together.
Becca giggles and I shoot her a look. He gets himself a drink, and we move to the couches in the living room. I ask him what he’s writing, and he reveals it’s an essay for one of his classes.
We spend the next few hours discussing literature, critical thinking, art, and whatever else pops into our heads as we drink. The bottles start to pile up.
Oh yeah, I’m definitely going to like him.
Becca is hardly listening to the conversation, and as soon as there’s a lull, she declares it’s time to play strip poker. She’s bored I guess and has had some liquid courage. I try to argue with her, but my heart isn’t in it. She wins, as usual. So we start to play and we start to strip.
Off goes his hoodie to reveal his wide shoulders, muscles flexing as he shuffles and deals cards. Gone next are his jeans and my eyes travel up his long, lean legs as he stands to discard them by the coffee table.
Becca is down to her panties and bra in no time. They match, of course, and are a deep red that perfectly accents her practically ghostly skin. She’s having a great time now.
She keeps giggling and tossing her short blonde hair and wrinkling her blue eyes. Everything is going according to plan. His eyes follow her curves as she removes each piece of clothing.
I’m almost jealous but then I remember he knows those curves well, as he is one of her three, yes THREE, fuck buddies. She’d been naked on his couch plenty of times.
I could picture it perfectly. He’d bend her over the sofa arm and pound into her, those delicious quads, glutes, and calves flexing as her ass jiggles with each stroke.
I shake away those thoughts as I realize they’re both staring at me. Finally, I’d lost a round. They gang up on me.
“It’s not fair that you have on layers,” I hear from Becca.
“Yeah, we’re both practically naked. You’ve got to give us something in return.” He joins her.
I’m drunk, they’re indeed practically naked, and I’m starting to admit to myself how this night is going to end. I might as well speed up the pretenses.
I stand up and quickly slide out of my sweater and take off my shirt, as requested. Now all eyes are on me. Mine is unfamiliar skin.
I sit back down quickly and try to help my plain black bra keep my tits in check. They’re unruly and almost too big for my frame.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” Becca squeals and pulls me in for a long hug. Her breasts and mine are squished up against each other. She gives a small but slow shake to put on a bit of a show for Adam. I’m sure our skin contrasts nicely. My tan and her glow. I look up and notice his mouth is just hanging open.
She releases me and I flip my long brown hair to one side, then wave my hands at them to move on and deal another round. We keep playing.
But now hands are starting to wander. I’m actually surprised it took them this long. Becca can be impatient. He’s touching her hip every now and then. She’s licking her smiles and biting her lip. I’m smirking, watching them, but they’re starting to get to me.
It’s a lot of skin I’m looking at. He’s hot and I like his brain and it’s been a while since I tasted pussy. Yeah, fuck it. I wanna fuck. I squirm a little, squeezing my thighs together, hoping they don’t notice I’m getting turned on. I want them to work for it.
“Shots! Let’s do shots!” She’s up and moving as she speaks, grabbing glasses and Vodka from the cabinets.
The rounds go on. She’s touching us both, running her hands up and down my thigh as well as his. He’s got an arm around her waist. When Becca loses, she buries her face in his shoulder in fake horror.
Now her bra is gone. Now my pants. And now the game is over. Adam’s boxers have got to go. I think everyone is happy about this development.
As soon as he pulls them down Becca’s hands go to his cock.
“I’ve been waiting to see this all day,” she whines. He’s blushing, and I can tell Adam is surprised she’s going for it to this level in front of me without any sort of discussion. He doesn’t know her as well as I do.
She strokes him as she glides down to the floor. I stay where I am and enjoy the view for now. Her plump ass resting on her heels, his surprise melting into desire.
He can’t figure out where to look – down at her face while she plays with him, or at mine while I watch. It seems that Adam is definitely shy, but the long lead-up and all the alcohol are helping him push through it. Fucking adorable – I love it. I curl up on the couch, folding my arms to push my tits out further and biting my lip. I give him a smirk. He visibly relaxes.
His cock is thick, and growing by the second under her gentle caresses. No wonder she loves him. Becca is a total size queen.
She’s rubbing his head and teasing his shaft with her fingernails. Her eyes are locked on his as she opens her mouth and starts to suck on that thick head. It’s wide, red, and practically pulsing. It fills her mouth completely. It looks delicious.
Becca sucks his dick like her life depends on it. She spends some time swirling her tongue around his frenulum, sometimes swooping down his shaft to lick near his balls and then back again. She almost always has both hands on him. Pushing him quickly to an edge. It’s like she’s racing to a finish line. She starts bobbing her head, holding onto his thighs for balance. Her tits are swinging and bouncing as she eats him up. He groans with his eyes closed.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuck,” he’s whispering over and over. I fucking agree. His moans make me want to join him in chorus and I haven’t even been touched yet.
She sucks him hard and fast, then slows down and uses both hands to jerk him as her mouth moves up and down his shaft. She knows that dick well, and it shows in how he responds. She’s playing him like an instrument. Becca brings him to a delicious edge then speeds up and it’s like I can see sparks flying out of his head as his eyes roll back in intense pleasure.
She brings him back down. He can’t come yet. Nowhere near yet.
There’s an audible pop as he leaves her mouth. She goes back to teasing with her hands and looks at me.
“Get over here and taste Adam’s cock. He’s been waiting to feel your lips on it for years.”
Well, when you put it that way.
I join her on the floor in a squat and go for it. Fuck it’s so hot on my tongue, and Adam is so hard I’m half worried he’ll pass out from the blood rush. I lick around his head and along his shaft, just like Becca did, effectively edging him by starting the blow job over again.
I want to savor this. Completely gone are all thoughts of not being interested in sex tonight. I give his dick little kisses and sucks around the base and on his balls. It’s only fair I get to tease him too. I may also be a little competitive. I want to see if I can make him moan as hard as she did.
I pull his head into my mouth and give him some tongue swirls. Then I flick my tongue quickly across the underside of his head, rapid fire. He shudders. I’m rewarded with a hand in my hair, grabbing the hair at the base of my neck.
Becca is right next to me, telling him how much she loves his dick, and how good it looks in my mouth, licking his balls from time to time as I suck more and more of him into my mouth. I snake one of my arms around his back for balance and work him into my throat, wishing I could giggle when I find my nose pressed up against him. He’s groaning again and tentatively grabs my head so he can facefuck me.
I shiver a little and look up at him. His eyes are on fucking fire and his arms are strong on my body. I forgot. Becca has always said they have a light D/s relationship. His shyness and hesitancy are gone and I can feel how he’s taken control. This is going to be so much better than I’d thought.
I give him the tiniest nod. It’s all I can muster with all these inches of dick in my mouth. He doesn’t need more than that thank god.
He starts thrusting, holding my head in place with both his hands. Becca backs up and sits like a pet at his side, holding onto one of his legs.
I’m determined to show him how good of a girl I can be and maintain eye contact while he fucks my mouth. Spit starts to stream out of my lips and down his shaft and we hear those glorious wet slopping sounds as he pushes in and out of me.
He’s muttering under his breath the entire time about how good I feel and how much Becca has told him about me and how I’m even hotter than she’d said. Damn, thanks! I may have a bit of a praise kink, and my pussy tingles in response.
I think the attitude in my eyes eggs him on, so he pushes harder and deeper. Adam pounds into my gag reflex half a dozen times before holding my face hard against him. Then he pulls me off his dick, and I catch my breath.
Wow. That’s a man that knows how to fuck a face.
Becca takes the opportunity to take my place, and I watch him facefuck her. She’s got less of a gag reflex than me, and I find myself jealous.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I take my place beside her and give them each a little tap. I open my mouth wide. He gets it. She gets it.
We double-team him, each sucking his dick for a few seconds and then passing it back to the other one. Sometimes, we both have our mouths on him. Our lips would meet in the middle if he wasn’t so fucking thick. He’s beyond muttering now. It’s all breath and low, long moans.
I decide it’s time to hear how he sounds when he comes. I maneuver myself to where I can lick his balls. I make my tongue wide and flat and rub it back and forth in slow licks.
It doesn’t take long. I knew it wouldn’t.
He releases Becca and she pulls her bra down and shoves her tits up so he can come on them. Again, I’m jealous.
“Fuuuuck,” comes his first loud moan. Oh fuck yeah, he sounds good. He’s panting and groaning like the orgasm is killing him. Like these are his last sweet moments on earth.
Becca’s tits are covered, and I decide to rub some around to feel its ooey-gooey-slipperyness on my fingers at least. (Yep, I wrote that and I stand by it.)
We’re all quite out of breath, and he practically collapses to the ground and lies on his back. He’s still moaning and shivering as he grips his softening dick.
I’m regretting my decision to make him come. We didn’t even get to fuck! Fuck!
I’m caught off guard when Becca pushes me back so I’m also laying on the floor in the middle of Adam’s living room. Oh good! We’re not done! She hooks her fingers into my panties at each of my hips and pulls them down.
Then she runs her hands over my thighs and up my sides to pull my tits out of my bra like hers. Oh my god, I know what she’s about to do. Yes, bitch, thank you! She comes up to kiss me and in doing so rubs our breasts together so I have come all over my tits too.
I smile and giggle as I lick and suck her lips into mine. Our tongues dance. It’s been ages since we kissed. Kissing girls is so fun. Their mouths are so different and soft and never scratchy and they often taste like some sort of flavored chapstick.
Anyway.
Adam’s breathing is under control and his head pops up to see the show. We end the kiss, and she goes back down to the glorious space between my legs. She pets my pussy, playing her fingertips over my lips, and gently parting me.
Things are slippery as fuck down there, so I’m actually feeling wildly impatient with how she’s touching me.
“Becca wait,” he says. Fucking what? Excuse me??? No waiting, please.
“I want to taste her first. You wait your turn.” His voice is stern and commanding. Then to me, he says, “get on the couch.”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1272cw1/the_day_i_f20s_met_my_husband_m20s_part_1_ffm