“How do you do it?” Brooke asked me.
“What?”
“Stay so hard without coming.”
“I told you,” Christy said, “he can do it ten times a night.”
“More like five or six,” I repeated.
“Who’s counting?” Brooke asked as she straddled my hips and reached between us to steady my hard-on. She sank onto it. Then Christy knelt over my face and lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. Brooke leaned forward, and they picked up where they’d left off earlier.
Christy came after several minutes, and her juices coated my lips. She supported herself with her hands on my chest and slowly caught her breath. Brooke continued grinding her pussy on my shaft. It felt good, but I was ready for more control.
“Hop up,” I said as I patted Christy’s thigh. “You too, Brooke. On your back. Spread your legs.”
Brooke’s smooth pussy glistened with arousal, and her dark inner labia spread invitingly. I set my cock between them and slid into her. Then I braced myself on my hands and began thrusting. Christy started kissing her but quickly moved to her nipples.
I fucked Brooke steadily as the pressure built in my balls. She still hadn’t come yet, but I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. Some distracted part of me remembered that we hadn’t actually talked about birth control, but I was pretty sure she was on the pill. The little head was willing to risk it, of course, and the big head wasn’t inclined to argue.
“I’m gonna come,” I said, my voice tight with the effort to hold back, just in case.
“Inside me,” Brooke gasped, and that was all the little head needed.
I rammed home and arched my back as my cock erupted deep inside her. Pleasure overwhelmed my senses, and I lost touch with reality until I eventually stopped shooting. I slowly caught my breath and came back to my senses. Then I climbed off and told Christy to finish her.
She didn’t waste any time. She straddled Brooke in a sixty-nine, and they began licking each other with moans and sighs. To my surprise, Christy came again, another of her mini-orgasms. Then she licked and sucked Brooke’s clit until the redhead tensed up and cried out softly.
Neither girl moved for a long time, until Christy turned around and lay beside Brooke. She rested her head on her friend’s arm and idly toyed with one soft, pink nipple. Brooke had a thought and glanced at me.
“That’s four, right?”
“Who’s counting?” I teased.
“Me.”
“Well, I lost track,” Christy said.
“Li’l Miss Arithmetic,” Brooke said fondly. She squeezed Christy and then looked at me out of the corner of her eye to gauge my reaction.
I nodded my approval.
“Thanks. Do you think you can manage six?”
“Oh, at least,” I said with only a touch of false bravado.
“What about ten?” Christy asked. “For real?”
“With you two? No problem! But… you probably need to eat something first.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Dinner?” Brooke said. “I have fish sticks in the freezer, and we can make a salad.”
“Mmm, yum. Maybe Paul can supply the dressing.”
“My God, woman,” I cried, “you’re insatiable!”
“Ooh, good idea! We can watch it after we eat.”
“Watch what?”
“Insatiable,” she said, as though I should’ve known. “It’s the one— Never mind. You’ll see.”
“I’m not going to get any sleep tonight, am I?”
“Well, you could…,” Brooke teased.
“But we’d miss you,” Christy added.
“She’s right. I kinda like this sharing thing.”
“I told you.”
“Yeah, I know. But you know how I am,” Brooke said. “I have to figure it out for myself. So sue me.”
“I’d rather use you instead,” Christy shot back.
“Can I… um… try your handcuffs?”
“Of course. And we can both try the nipple clamps. Oh my gosh, I can’t wait!”
“I created two monsters,” I said under my breath.
“I know, right!” Christy said, completely unabashed. “We’re bondage and penis monsters.”
“Bondage and penis monsters?” Brooke said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I’ll show you. It’s so much better with a penis.” She grinned at me. “As a matter of fact, everything’s better with a penis.”
Chapter 26
I felt guilty about missing classes on Monday, but the extra time with Brooke had been worth it. She’d opened up a lot in just a few days, and we were already making plans to get together in June for her graduation. We’d also invited her to spend some time at camp after her summer internship. She said she wanted to try swinging for real, but she was honest enough to admit that she still might chicken out.
I was fairly sure she had an ulterior motive as well—she wanted to meet Wren and size her up. She didn’t actually call Wren “the competition,” but I knew her well enough by then to understand her thinking. I’d have done the same thing in her position. Christy had a certain type she fell for, and each of us wanted to know who the others were.
At least Brooke and Wren understood the difference between partners and lovers. Partners came and went, sometimes without any emotional attachment at all. Lovers were more than just sex, although Christy had slightly different definitions. She still didn’t think of sex with another woman as real sex (or even cheating, for that matter). She didn’t think of blowjobs as sex, either. She said she did, but I wasn’t convinced. Penis in vagina was the only sex that mattered to her, end of discussion.
So, according to her logic, I was her only lover, which made me wonder how she’d handle swinging for real. She wasn’t the least bit interested in sex with Trip. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind blowing him, but anything more was an open question. Fortunately, I wouldn’t have to answer it any time soon, especially with Wren’s grueling school schedule. Still, I couldn’t help thinking about it.
* * *
School and life and routine kept me busy for the next few days. I played catch-up with Freddie and Rosemary for the classes I’d missed, and I returned to dance practice with Terri, while Christy did the same with the main group.
“Does it bother you,” Terri asked, “that you aren’t with them?”
We were taking a break at the end of the gym while the others practiced in the center. They were learning a new waltz routine. I could follow the figures when the instructors went through them slowly, but they looked impossibly complicated at full speed.
“Not really,” I said. “I’m getting better, but I’m not there yet.”
“You will be. You learn quickly.”
“Thanks. But what about you? Does it bother you to be stuck here with me?”
“No, not at all. I like teaching.” She smiled hesitantly. “And… I like spending time with you.”
“You must be a glutton for punishment.”
“I’m a glutton for something.” She ignored my arched eyebrow and said, “Come on, let’s work on something more advanced. It’s Bronze-level, the basic weave. Start in the closed position…”
* * *
On Thursday I met with Professor Joska to discuss my project. He was happy with my progress but pointed out that the building still didn’t have a real purpose. I’d always thought of it as an office building, but I realized I didn’t want to break it into discrete spaces. I wanted an open floor plan instead, one that would show off the wood and laminated structural members.
“It started as a temple, correct?” Joska said. “Perhaps it could complement one instead.”
“How?”
“What would you want if you visited a large temple complex?”
“I dunno. Maybe a gift shop? Or a snack bar? Although… now that I say it, those sound crass and commercial.”
“Mmm, yes. Then perhaps something else, more in line with the site’s historical nature?”