“Me too.”
“That’s really cool.” She fortified herself with another drink of wine.
“You know, I thought she was just messing with me when she started hinting about this weekend.”
“What do you think now?”
“I’m starting to think it might actually happen.”
“Does it still make you nervous?”
“A little,” she admitted. “No, a lot.” She took another swig of wine. “And I’m worried I’ll lose my nerve again.”
“Eh, if you do, you do. No problem.”
“Thanks.”
“Besides, this is mostly for Christy. I mean, I definitely wanna have sex with you, don’t get me wrong. But really, this weekend is for her. She wants to see if she’s cut out to be a… um… sharer.”
Brooke laughed at my sudden awkwardness. “What did you mean to say?”
“Um… when?”
“Just now. You said ‘sharer.’ But you meant to say something else.”
“Swinger.”
I could’ve heard a pin drop on the other end of the line, and Christy actually held her breath.
“Are… are you serious?” Brooke finally asked.
“What do you think?”
She actually surprised me with her reply. “I knew it!” she trumpeted. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”
I grinned and nodded to Christy, who relaxed.
“I thought that’s what you were,” Brooke explained. “She told me about you and dropped a lot of hints, but I didn’t want to come right out and ask.”
“Yeah, I’m a swinger. My parents too.”
“And now Christy is?”
“She’s getting there,” I agreed. “That’s one of the reasons she wants to have a threesome with you.”
“It sounds so strange to hear you say that. It’s even stranger to think it might happen.”
“You aren’t really shocked, though, are you?”
“About you? God no! I’m not Sister Prune.”
I laughed and told Christy, who leaned in and cried, “Oh no! Not Sister Prune! Ahhhhh!”
“Let me talk to her,” Brooke said.
I passed the phone to Christy.
“Oh my gosh! So, what do you think? I know, right!”
I had an idea, so I scooted out of the way and gently urged Christy to lie
back. She frowned uncertainly but did it. I straddled her body and kissed her forehead. Then I slowly worked my way down to the sensitive skin below her ear.
She squirmed and tried to push me away, but I ignored her and nuzzled her neck. I kissed lower, and she gasped and arched her back when I sucked her nipple and bit it gently. She kept up her side of the conversation with Brooke, but her replies were becoming more distracted.
I kissed down her stomach and spread her legs with my body. Then I settled between them and teased her clit with my nose. She smelled tangy and feminine, and she shivered as I kissed her smooth labia.
“Oh my gosh, Brooke,” she said at last, “I need to let you go.”
I raised my head. “No. Keep talking.”
She swallowed hard but nodded. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillows.
I kissed her again and parted her lips with my tongue. She tasted fresh, with a salty hint of sweat from dance practice. I licked along the length of her slit and then teased the growing bead of her clit.
“Oh my gosh,” she panted, and for a moment I thought she was talking to me. But then she said, “He’s between my legs, kissing me.” Her breathing grew heavier. “You have no idea. Oh my gosh, Brooke, you have to let him go down on you.”
I grinned to myself and concentrated on what I was doing. Christy was already wet and ready, so I slid a finger into her and crooked the tip against her G-spot. She lurched upright and steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder. I circled her clit with my tongue and then sucked gently. She relaxed and slowly lay back. Her breathing grew heavier, and she began to whimper with pleasure.
Part of me paid attention to her side of the conversation—it sounded like Brooke was playing with herself too—but mostly I concentrated on her pussy and making her come. She had a mini-orgasm that made her stop talking altogether, although Brooke probably had a good idea what was going on.
I stopped teasing her and worked her up to a major climax. She cried out softly and tried to curl around me. She eventually relaxed and started breathing again. Then she lay back, and her stomach fluttered as a couple of aftershocks made her gasp. I rose on my hands and knees and kissed my way up her body. She moaned when she tasted herself on my lips. Then she remembered the phone.
She raised it to her ear and said, “Hello? Brooke? Are you still there?”
She relaxed and smiled. “Mmm, you too? Oh my gosh, that was a big one.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I know. I wish I could see you. You’re always so beautiful after.”
My hard-on nudged Christy’s thigh, so she reached between us and wrapped her fingers around it.
“Oh my gosh, Brooke, now he’s between my legs. For real. Do you wanna listen…?” She smiled at Brooke’s reply. “You’re sure? You don’t mind?” She nodded once and then drew me forward with her grip on my shaft. She set the tip at her opening and closed her eyes as I eased into her.
“Oh, that’s nice. Yeah. He’s inside me. He’s so big. Oh, Brooke… you have to let him do this. It feels amazing.”
I began thrusting, slowly at first. Christy’s tight breasts bounced each time my hips met hers, so I bent and sucked her nipples. She gasped and ran her fingers through my hair. She described what I was doing, although I stopped paying attention at some point.
The pressure eventually built in my balls until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I had to consciously remind myself not to come inside her. The little head wasn’t in the mood to cooperate, so I pulled out before he decided to ignore me and do what we both wanted. I hopped over Christy’s leg and steadied myself against the headboard. She automatically opened her mouth.
After a moment she rolled toward me and let the phone slide to the pillow. She concentrated on sucking my balls. I grunted and spewed a thick line of semen across her cheek. She captured the tip and caught the next spurt in her mouth. Then she moaned and pulled my hips toward her as I emptied my balls down her throat.
I finally sat back and breathed hard through my nose. Christy wiped the errant white streak from her face and licked her fingers clean. She belatedly groped for the phone.
“Brooke? Hello? Oh my gosh! Sorry about that. He was ready to come.”
She listened a moment and then rolled her eyes. “Of course I did. But a little escaped and I had to chase it down. I should probably warn you, he shoots a lot when he comes.”
She shifted gears in an instant. “Did you come too? For real? Oh my gosh, that’s awesome. I know!” She listened and then glanced at my hard-on.
“He is. So I might… you know. Yeah, you know how I am.” She glanced up at me. “He’s as horny as we are! And he’s gonna rock your world.”
She nodded and listened for a moment. “I can’t wait either. Yeah, okay. I understand. I love you too. Okay. See you Friday. Bye.”
She sighed and pressed her thumb to the button to hang up. Then her eyes lit up. “Ooh, leakage.” She sucked gently and then fell back to the pillows.
“That was fun.”
“Mmm.”
“But… um… I might need another snack. You know how I am. My metabolism. It’s really high, you know.”
I chuckled and flopped next to her on the bed. She rolled away from me and hung up the phone. Then she turned back, draped her leg over mine, and rested her head on my chest.
“I love you,” she sighed.
“I love you too.”
Her hand found my penis and began stroking him back to life.
“Hold on… you were serious?”
“I’m always serious about fellatio. You created a monster.”
“I think you were like this before I met you.”
“So what if I was? Besides, I have to keep you interested. Do you think that’s what Scheherazade did? That she was an insatiable nympho? Maybe I’m a nympho too. And insatiable. Is that okay?”