“See, Miss Meanie?” Christy said. “Besides, I can’t help it if I have a lot to say.”
“I also have a secret weapon to keep her quiet,” I said.
Wren arched an eyebrow. Then she figured it out. “Seriously? God, sometimes I wish I had a dick.”
“Mmm, I have one,” Christy said. She drew me closer and began sucking.
“Goofy,” Wren said again, but fondly. Then she raised her lips for a kiss.
“Are you sure?” I asked quietly. “About Trip? I don’t wanna cause problems.”
“I’m sure. Now kiss me. Please.”
I did.
“I’ve missed that,” she said after. “I’ve missed you. And not just ’cause I’m horny. I can have sex any time.”
“Oh? Then what’s this?”
“Can we stop the game?” she asked plaintively. “It’s fun sometimes, but not all the time. Right now I just wanna have uncomplicated sex with my two best friends.” She glared before I could tease her with my usual reply. “Please don’t. Just kiss me.”
I did, and we lingered over it.
“Mmm,” she said at last. “Now, take me to bed and make love to me.”
“Hey!” Christy squawked. “I’m the birthday girl.”
“I don’t know why I put up with her,” Wren said.
“Because you love me, that’s why.” Christy stood, and Wren kissed her. She held on to my cock and stroked it gently as the kiss heated up.
I felt a bit like a third wheel, but I wasn’t about to complain.
“Mmm, birthday threesome,” Christy said at last. Then she hummed quietly, almost to herself. “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…” She climbed onto the bed and flopped to her back. She wasn’t demure or subtle, either. She spread her legs and gestured for us to join her.
I climbed onto the bed and scooted forward. Then I rubbed the head of my cock through Christy’s folds. Wren settled beside us, in the exact position she’d been in when I’d joined them. I slapped Christy’s smooth mons with my shaft, just to tease her. Wren took the hint and began sucking her nipples. We tormented her until she couldn’t stand it.
“Please,” she begged, “put it in.”
I grinned and told Wren, “Sit on her face.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a touch of sarcasm and none of Christy’s submissiveness.
I silently reminded myself why she was Trip’s girlfriend and Christy was mine. Still, I’d already blown one chance to get laid. I wasn’t about to open my mouth and blow a second. Instead, I set my cock at Christy’s opening and slid into her. Wren smirked at me and then closed her eyes as Christy started licking her. I leaned forward and captured one of Wren’s nipples.
Christy’s pussy heated up as I fucked her slowly and she licked Wren’s pussy. Wren wasn’t as drunk as she’d said, but she was still buzzed enough that I knew she wouldn’t come quickly. That was fine by me, especially since I wanted Christy to come first. She was the birthday girl, after all. So we continued like that for several minutes, until I pulled out and patted Christy’s thigh.
“Scoot down,” I told her. “Switch places with me, Wren.”
She climbed off and moved between Christy’s legs. “Mmm, nice and juicy and pink,” she said. “Just like I like it.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Christy said as she rolled toward my cock. “She makes these awful food jokes.” She closed her eyes and moaned softly. “But then she does that. Oh my gosh, Wren, if I didn’t love you before…”
She closed her eyes again and concentrated on what Wren was doing. After a moment she opened them and swirled her tongue around my cock. She moaned when she tasted her own juices. Then she swallowed me halfway and began sucking in earnest.
I pinched and tugged and rolled her nipples while Wren worked her magic on her clit. She came fairly quickly. I was a bit surprised until I realized that she’d been worked up from all the teasing and innuendo at the party.
Wren and I shared a grin. We were a good team, even if we sometimes clashed. She must have been thinking the same thing. She glanced at my hard-on.
“You ready?” I said. “Hold on, stay there.” I moved down, straddled her thighs, and reflexively slapped her ass.
“Ow!”
“Sorry,” I said, a little sheepishly. Note to self: Keep your women straight. Christy likes pain. Wren doesn’t. Duh.
Christy must have read my mind. She laughed and immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.
“What’s so funny?” Wren said.
I parted her thighs and teased her pussy.
“Never mind. Forget— Oh! That’s nice.”
I grinned to myself and probed deeper. I added a second finger and fucked her gently to coat them. Then I used her juices to lubricate the tip of my shaft. I scooted forward, set my glans at her opening, and gently pushed into her. She raised her hips, and I sank into her until my balls rested against her thighs.
“God, you’re hot.” I breathed hard through my nose, until I could concentrate again. Then I braced my arms and began fucking her with short strokes.
Christy raised her head and silently scolded me. You almost got us both in trouble.
Yeah, sorry.
Her eyes softened. It’s okay. But save the spankings for me.
Will do. Now, I should probably pay attention to Wren.
Yes, please. And thank you.
My pleasure. We shared an affectionate smile. Then I said to Wren, “Is this what you wanted? A slow, comfortable screw?”
She groaned incoherently.
I started to tease her, but Christy cleared her throat.
What? I complained, as innocently as I could.
You know. Be nice.
You’re entirely too good at reading my thoughts, I glared.
In the irony of ironies, she didn’t understand.
Never mind. I’ll be good.
Thank you. She held my eyes for a moment to make sure I was going to stick to my promise. Then she smiled and ran her fingers through Wren’s hair.
Wren took the hint and began licking her pussy again.
I did my best not to smile. Christy was a master at getting people to do what she wanted without actually asking. She wasn’t as good as her mother—yet—but she was definitely headed that direction.
I gradually stopped worrying about it as Wren’s pussy grew hotter and wetter. She was getting close, and I was too. I didn’t want to come inside her, although I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t want to pull out and come on her back, either. I stopped thrusting, and she hissed as I slowly withdrew my cock.
“Roll over.” I patted her ass—gently—and swung my leg over hers.
She flipped to her back and automatically spread her legs. I climbed between them, scooted forward, and aimed my stiff prick at her opening. She closed her eyes and arched her back as I slid into her.
“Play with her nipples,” I told Christy.
“Yes, sir,” she said, the exact opposite of how Wren had said it earlier.
I began fucking her with long strokes at first, but she grabbed my hips and urged me to go faster. Soon I was pounding into her, and the pressure built until I couldn’t take it any more.
“Get down here,” I said to Christy.
She didn’t move quickly enough. Semen threatened to boil out of my balls, so I pulled out. My cock swelled, and a jet of come arced over Wren’s stomach. I leapt over her leg and stroked myself. The second spurt hit her in the face and surprised her.
“Sorry.” I adjusted my aim and thrust my hips toward her. The rest of my come splattered her breasts. I squeezed my cock and coated her nipple with the final gushes.
She still hadn’t come yet, so I moved between her legs and settled on my stomach. She gasped when I thrust two fingers into her sodden pussy. Then she cried out as I went to work on her clit with my mouth. She came with a muffled cry a few minutes later.