“How come he wasn’t mad about her and Greg?” I asked.
“What do you mean, ‘her and Greg’?” Cindy asked.
A big grin appeared on Angie’s face. Greg had helped me fulfill one of Beth’s fantasies. She wanted me to get a stranger off the street and let him do her while she was blindfolded. It turned into a threesome with me joining in. I was sure that none of us had talked about that night since then until I just opened my big mouth.
“I just assumed that Greg slept with her,” I blurted out.
“Nice one, dumbass,” Greg said.
“Soooo, how’s school?” I asked.
“He did sleep with her,” Cindy persisted.
Of course, Angie told them all about it. Both Greg and I were uncomfortable because of the Dawson rule about not sharing information about our sexual encounters. Both Suzanne and Cindy of course knew that and acted like it was a big deal that something slipped out.
As the night wore on, both Cindy and Suzanne started to do shots and flirt with me. The last I’d heard, Cindy dated a defensive end on the Ohio State football team, and Suzanne was seeing a guy she met in one of her study groups. I was happy to be their friend and dance with them, and might even kiss them like I’d done with Beth. But that would be it.
I had to use the restroom, and the one in the hall was occupied, so I used the master bath in Greg and Angie’s room. As I washed my hands, I heard girls giggling. I came out to find Cindy and Suzanne making out. They saw me as I came out of the bathroom and motioned for me to join them. What could a kiss or three hurt?
Suzanne had been known as the ‘Ice Princess’ in high school. Part of the reason was that she’d been one of the best-looking girls in school and turned down almost everyone that asked her out. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t date, but that she was more interested in dating a normal guy. Normal guys didn’t ask out someone like Suzanne. The other reason was she had almost pure white hair and light blue eyes. She could have been used as a model for a Disney movie.
Since starting college, she’d put on a few pounds. But it didn’t detract from how she looked; it enhanced her. Suzanne now had more shape to her butt, and her breasts were bigger. She was thicker in the waist, but nothing out of proportion. She looked more like a woman now.
Cindy had always had the best butt in school. On a scale of one to ten, she was an eleven. I’d really liked Cindy except for one little flaw that was a deal-breaker for me: she’d always been all about Cindy. While she wasn’t as bad as Jennie Wesleyan, her selfishness showed up in ways I couldn’t handle. The worst example had been my freshman year when I took both Cindy and Suzanne to homecoming. Their ex-boyfriends had come back. Cindy had it bad for her ex and arranged to hook up with him. The only problem was that he just used her once again. Cindy never even thought how that had affected me at the time. We got past it, but I never forgot it.
“David, let’s have some fun like we used to,” Cindy suggested.
“You both have boyfriends. You know I would never do anything like that.”
“What if we told you we broke up with them?” Cindy asked.
“Then I’d say, what have we been waiting for?”
“We broke up with our boyfriends,” Cindy said.
“Is that true?” I asked Suzanne.
She bit her lip and nodded. Cindy smiled.
“Remember what we used to do to Suzanne?” she asked.
How could I forget? Cindy had taught me how to arouse a female body and used Suzanne as the crash-test dummy. She made the mistake of teaching me all these skills and then leaving Suzanne and me alone. Cindy’s parting direction had been to not listen to Suzanne if she told me ‘no’ or to ‘stop.’ When Cindy came back an hour later, poor Suzanne was a mess. She was such a mess that she took me behind the football stands and did me in the equipment shed.
Suzanne saw the look come over my face and started to get nervous.
“Hang on, you two. No fair ganging up on me,” she complained.
“Get her,” I said.
Suzanne didn’t really fight us too hard. As soon as Cindy went down on her, it was game on. This time my boxers were coming off. I put on a condom and pushed Cindy’s underwear to the side. I guess she had been thinking about us having fun because I easily pushed all the way in.
“Oh, God! I missed you. Do me,” Cindy said.
It was a crime against nature that her magnificent bottom was covered by underwear, so I ripped it off.
“David! Why did you do that? Those were expensive,” Cindy complained.
“I bet he’ll buy you new ones,” Suzanne said.
I reached down with both hands and squeezed her behind as I continued with long, steady strokes. There were some famous models I knew who would gladly die for Cindy’s butt. I pushed her face back into Suzanne’s mound, and she got the idea. Suzanne loved to receive oral. She looked me in the eyes as I ravaged her friend. I missed the three of us being together. It had been over a year and a half since I’d been with Cindy.
Suzanne began to get flushed, and I knew she was close, so I reached around and found Cindy’s button. I strummed two fingers back and forth over her sensitive organ. This was a new part of my repertoire. Cindy lifted her head up, and Suzanne looked frustrated, but Cindy was close. I started to pound her, and she came hard. I jerked out, dropped my mouth over Suzanne’s sex, and used my tongue to help her reach her climax. A threesome’s shortcoming is that it’s hard to satisfy both women equally. We were all three breathing hard, but I hadn’t gotten off.
I took off the condom and put a new one on. Suzanne had curled up on her side, so I got behind her and pushed in. I slowly moved in her so that she would build to another orgasm. Every few strokes, I would pull out and slap my member against her nubbin. It didn’t take long for Suzanne to have another orgasm. Then she had another and another. Cindy watched me as I abused her friend. Each time I got close to release, I would pull out and slap her sex with Mr. Happy. I could do this for days.
When she came again, I pulled out and put the head against her rosebud. Suzanne pushed back, and I was soon in her tight little butt. Suzanne and Zoe were the only two girls I knew who really liked me to do them in the backside. Cindy had never seen us do this before, and her eyes got big.
“Are you okay?” Cindy asked.
“More than okay,” Suzanne replied. “Quit messing around and do me,” she begged me.
I gave her what she wanted, but the pounding was more than I could handle. My orgasm had been building. When I finally unleashed, my package actually hurt. I came and came, and that sent Suzanne into her final orgasm of the night.
Cindy and Suzanne together might have been too much for me to handle on a regular basis. I was wiped out, despite having gotten off only once. Even though they almost killed me, I really did miss these two.
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I drove home and crawled into bed. I was almost asleep when I heard my apartment door open. Duke didn’t get excited, so he knew whoever it was. Through the darkness, I saw it was Beth. She didn’t say a word; she simply undressed and climbed into bed with me.
“You okay?” I asked.
“No. Just hold me,” she said.
Beth laid her head on my chest. We were both naked, but we were good-enough friends that we didn’t have to have sex to enjoy each other’s company. I just held her and drifted off to sleep. We’d figure it out in the morning.
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Chapter 13 – A Bad Rendition of A Christmas Carol Thursday November 26
I woke Thanksgiving morning to Beth riding my morning wood.
“Beth, we can’t,” hissed out of my lips.
“David, shut up. I need this,” she said.
I’m almost positive I could’ve climbed out from under her, but I had a moment of weakness. As my sleep-addled brain began to function, I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom.