“Eh, it’s what she does,” I said softly.
“I heard that, Mr. Blue Balls.”
Brooke rolled her eyes again but moved in to kiss me. “I’ve missed this more than anything.” She moaned softly as we kissed with growing heat.
Christy continued sucking my cock, although I felt her stop and stroke me a couple of times as she watched us. She was doing both—sucking and watching—when Brooke and I finally came up for air.
“Are you ready?” I asked Brooke. Christy released my shaft and waited for the answer too.
Brooke moistened her lips.
“You’re really beautiful when you want something but aren’t sure.”
She glared, although it was an admission more than an argument.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?”
“Maybe next time. This time I want to do it because I want to. Isn’t that what you meant earlier?”
“Mmm.”
She nodded and kissed me again. “You really are a good kisser. As good as a girl.”
“That good, eh?” I said with a touch of sarcasm.
“I like guys too,” she said. “Duh. But… I’ve had a lot more experience with girls.” She grinned. “See what I mean? You make this stuff easy to talk about.”
“I was hoping to make it easy to do,” I joked. “Christy told me you used to talk about this, both of you sucking the same guy.”
“I’ll have to think of a really good secret to tell on her. Oh, wait, I know! Have you ever wondered why she doesn’t eat cucumbers?”
“To be honest, I never noticed.”
“Oh, no,” Christy said from between my legs, “you wouldn’t dare.”
“You think I wouldn’t? Just try me!”
I rolled my eyes and kissed Brooke before the friendly argument could escalate. Then I fumbled with my hand until I found Christy’s head. She didn’t take much urging to start sucking me again.
“Mmm, that was nice,” Brooke said when we broke the kiss.
“Very nice. But if you’re ready, I know a penis who could really, really use some attention.”
“Why? It looks like Chris’s doing just fine.”
“She might need some help. You’d better check.”
She rolled her eyes but moved to my waist. I took the opportunity to slide my butt up to the next step so I wouldn’t have to hold my hips out of the water.
“Unh!” Christy complained. “Come back.” She quickly scooted forward and recaptured my cock, only to pop her lips free and offer it to Brooke.
The cock in question swelled in her hands as Brooke kissed the head. Then she gave it an experimental lick. Finally she wrapped her lips around it. Christy grinned up at me and massaged my balls before she tilted her head and sucked one gently. Brooke began bobbing on my shaft, so I closed my eyes and relaxed my neck. After a moment the girls switched, and Christy sucked my cock as Brooke tongued my balls.
They switched again and I began paying attention. Christy used her lips and tongue more, while Brooke used her hands. She still seemed to enjoy it, although nowhere near as much as Christy did. I wasn’t about to complain, though, and did my best to keep from coming too soon.
Did my best, that is, until Christy moved aside and Brooke replaced her between my legs. She stroked my cock and simply studied it, and I suppressed a grin when I realized she was comparing me to her ex. I must have passed muster, because she sandwiched it between her soft, full breasts.
“I always wanted to do this,” she said as she adjusted her grip. “I’ve seen it in the movies, but Flet— my stupid ex never wanted to try anything different.”
“And I thought he was an idiot before…,” I said.
“I know, right?” It was another Christy-ism they shared. “Tell me if I hurt you.” She began sliding her breasts along my shaft. Water wasn’t the best lubricant, but I didn’t care.
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “No, no, don’t stop. That feels amazing.”
“Oh, sorry. I thought…” She fell silent and concentrated on fucking me with her tits. Her hands slipped off the sides a couple of times, until she figured out how to lock her fingers together.
Christy climbed up beside me and watched from my perspective.
“Wish I could give you a longer show,” I said, “but I’m about to come.”
Brooke picked up the pace and then laughed in delight with the first spurt shot between her breasts and arced into the air. It splattered on my chest and stomach. The next one hit her in the neck and ran down her chest. The last two big spurts gushed between her breasts and over her laced fingers. She kept pumping until I had to push her away because the head of my cock was too sensitive.
“Oh my gosh,” Christy said softly, “that was so hot.” Then she kissed my chest and licked up a drop of sperm.
Brooke began to lick her own fingers clean, and my cock twitched with an aftershock.
“Ooh, leakage,” Christy said. She sucked gently before she moved on to Brooke, where she wiped up a trail of sperm and swallowed it greedily. Then she kissed and licked her friend’s chest.
Brooke closed her eyes as Christy began sucking her nipples.
I knew an opportunity when I saw it, so I sat forward, sank into the water, and slipped an arm around Brooke’s waist. She turned toward me, and my lips found hers. She stiffened at first but then relaxed and sighed as the kiss drew out.
“Are you okay?” I asked when it ended.
“Yeah. Just… Fletcher didn’t like me to kiss him after I gave him head. He said it was gross.”
I planted a whopper of a kiss as my reply, and she made a little sound of surprise before she surrendered to it. I kissed her until we both ran out of breath. Then I held it for a moment longer, just to make it clear what I thought of her ex-boyfriend.
She slowly opened her eyes.
“I told you,” Christy said in a quiet singsong.
Brooke rolled her eyes.
“Did he return the favor after you gave him head?” I asked.
“Sometimes. But only if he wanted to do it again.”
“Why were you dating this guy?”
“I’ve been wondering the same thing, especially lately.”
“Well, come on. I can tell you from experience that these stairs aren’t very comfortable. And if I’m going to go down on you, I don’t want to swallow a bunch of pool water.”
“You don’t have to,” Brooke protested.
“Have to what?”
“Go down on me.”
“Ah, but I want to. Now, come on. You too, Little Bit. Her nipples need some attention.”
“Yes, sir!”
Brooke lay back on one of the sun-warmed lounge chairs. I nudged her legs apart and then settled between them. Christy grabbed her folded towel from earlier and knelt on it next to the chair. The girls started kissing as I buried my face in Brooke’s pussy.
She tasted like chlorine, but also the tang of arousal. I was trying to impress her, so I spent a lot of time getting her worked up before I teased her clit for the first time. It was small and semi-hidden under the folds of her labia, but the tip of my tongue found it and teased it gently.
She eventually rested a hand on my head and began rocking her hips. I slid a finger inside her and sucked the fleshy hood at the top of her inner lips. Then I speared her with my tongue again and began moving my finger. She came almost immediately, a quiet, intense orgasm that passed quickly.
Afterward, I gently kissed her thighs as she calmed down. When her breathing had almost returned to normal, I pushed myself up and continued planting kisses up her soft, smooth stomach. I licked and sucked her nipples until they were both stiff with renewed desire.
Eventually, I settled between her thighs with my hips against hers. My dick was soft, but the message was clear: not now, but it’s going to happen. She automatically wrapped her long legs around me. I smiled at Christy and then we both looked down at Brooke.
“Yeah, I know,” she said to Christy, “you told me.” She ran her hand down my side to where her leg touched my hip. “And thanks for not going all the way. I still want to, but—”