Thursdays Are For Threesomes

Thursday

I stayed at John's place and did a bit of writing in the morning. I had invited missie to a show, but didn't quite believe she was going to join me. John had band practice till midnight. At home, I cleaned up my room with more élan than usual, but left a bit of a mess, out of superstition. When it was time to go out, I wore an over the top billowy dress made of silk, with fishnets, ridiculously high-heeled boots, and long feathered earrings. I got there early and exchanged pleasantries with a friend. I confessed how stupidly nervous I was.

And then she appeared, short of breath, dressed like an elf,  with leggings and a top sliding off her white shoulder, her hair braided to one side. We smiled big smiles and leaned against each other. We went round the room to explore it and found a retro photo booth. We posed and sat very still for one minute, staring into each other's eyes, her fingers almost touching my lips. My pussy juices drenched my panties. She couldn't stop touching my dress. We ran into each other in the bathroom and she embraced me in the mirror, from behind. She said I looked like a dark fairy, ruling over a kingdom of birds. I liked that. We sat down. I put my arm around her and tried to kiss her, but she turned away. Fine, I said to myself. You want to be in charge. I don't care. I'll be the girl.

The show was sexy, funny, and messy. Sheeba was there. So was Glam Boy. Suzanne laughed and joked with them as if they'd known each other for years. She liked the mess. At the interval, we found some seats up front. ‘Do you mind that everyone is going to see me stroking you now?', she asked. ‘Not at all'. I was aware of what a striking couple we were, attracting longing looks from ladies and gentlemen alike. Everyone in the room could sense the attraction between us, making the colours more vivid. She and I hugged, nibbled on each other's ears, her soft small hand in mine.

John texted to tell me that practice was over and he was on his way. I texted directions. For whatever reason, he mistakenly understood that I was there alone and confessed later he wouldn't have joined me had he known Suzanne was there too. He sat on a chair behind us for the rest of the show and must have felt a bit weird. We walked out together, the three of us, laughing and joking till it was time to say goodbye. ‘Should we go to mine?', I offered. She nodded enthusiastically. ‘I want to see where you live'. On the train, she regaled us with stories of threesomes and other sexual exploits.

At home, in the kitchen, I poured us wine. She and I started kissing. Finally. Her lips were soft. I brought her closer to the sofa, where John sat, at a distance away. I kissed her. He enjoyed the spectacle. I grabbed him and drew him closer and smiled a smile of pride at making things happen. They kissed while I watched them closely and straddled them both. That was incredibly hot. There I was, watching my own private porn with two of the sexiest people on the planet. I'm so fucking lucky. I said, ‘you two continue without me' and went to the bathroom. When I came back, I saw her straddling John and telling him what a good boy he was, because he had such good taste in women. Amen to that.

I took their hands and dragged them to the bedroom. The rest of our clothes slipped away. When Suzanne saw the mirror, she stopped, transfixed, wrapped the feather boa around her and looked longingly at herself. ‘Hey, we're here too', John laughed. We collapsed on the bed. I found her clit under a tuft of wiry hair. She and I kissed and fingered each other. John fingered her. He went down on her while we kissed, then he went down on me while he fingered her. This was going well. I longed for his cock, so I drew him closer and unwrapped his package like a gift on Christmas morning. I took his cock in my mouth. Suzanne brought her mouth closer and we took turns kissing and teasing his cock. We moaned loud.

He fucked me from behind while I kissed Suzanne's narrow pussy. It tasted metallic. She writhed with pleasure under my touch. I proposed to switch sides. ‘Lie down', I said to John, and unrolled a condom with my mouth. I sat on his face and kissed her while she bounced on his cock. This required more coordination than we could muster, so we collapsed in a giggling pile, our limbs intertwined. I then went on top while Suzanne lay besides him. For a few happy minutes, I fingerfucked her and fucked him, controlling our rhythm with my hips. I loved it. I sucked on his cock while he kissed her. I stretched my arm to put a hand between her legs but there was John's hand, already fingering her. ‘Good boy', I thought, teamwork. He came in my mouth forcefully, bitter. I kissed him. I kissed her. Minutes later, she teased his cock with her mouth again. He wriggled with pleasure under her new skilful touches and bit his lip, but he didn't come again. I made her come with a finger inside her, while she rubbed her clit to a frenzy. She writhed and moaned. It went on like this for a while and it was great. It felt so natural. There was no weirdness, no jealousy. We all thought we were so very hot. From time to time, John and I exchanged glances, to make sure we were all all right.

He lay down between us, Suzanne and I perched on his strong, slender shoulders. She and I looked at each other lovingly. I then looked at John. Now he smiled the smug smile of boys who can hardly believe their luck. We laughed. I got sleepy first. She wore me out, the little devil, or maybe I was just exhausted with the week's emotional ups and downs. I lay down between them, spooned by him, spooning her. I didn't rest very well. It was hot and my pussy got sweaty. When one of us woke up for a second, we kissed and squeezed each other happily.

Friday

In the morning, he whispered ‘I love you'. I whispered ‘I love you' back. I rubbed my bum against him and stayed still, feeling the waves of desire raising and filling us to the brim. I kissed her shoulder. She opened her eyes and her mouth looked for mine. I slid one hand between her legs. With the other hand I reached John's cock and pushed it inside me. It slid effortlessly. All of us moaned.

He took me from behind. I filled my mouth with her pussy and opened it wide with my fingers. My tongue relaxed to welcome her metallic, tobacco-like smell. I sucked on her clit and came hard under the pounding of John's long, hard cock. John pulled out and made me come again and again with his dexterous fingers. He hopped in the shower, happy to be a part of it, sorry to leave. Suzanne's pussy billowed around my fingers. ‘Did you come?', ‘Not yet. Curve your fingers. Like that. Yes, yes, yes!!!' She moaned like crazy and her pussy walls clenched. She barely rested for a moment, then grabbed my pussy lips with her fingers and squeezed. I swooned. She then started to rub my clit a little too roughly. I tried to wriggle out of her grip. ‘But my fingers are cold', she pleaded. John laughed:  'You might have found your match'.

She and I spent the day in bed, kissing, stroking each other's bellies and thighs, touching our nipples. We slipped in and out of sleep. We talked. We confessed how obsessed we had been with each other, how we kept talking about each other, how we experienced ‘a sexual tingling' (her words) when we first met, how rare it is to feel such desire. She said she sensed I was very sexual and kind of dark. We kissed and hugged and looked at each other in the mirror. It felt like she was my, our girlfriend.

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