Eighteen

Chapter 9 — Nicole’s Awakening

Monday, January 11^th

Christina is at the kitchen table doing her homework–stark naked when I walk into the apartment. She looks up, smiles, and throws her arms out while standing up.

“Surprise! Welcome home, stud.”

“Surprise is right. Wow! Good thing it wasn’t my dad that walked in the door.”

She blushes. “Uh…yeah. I didn’t think of that.”

Taking her into my arms, I kiss her and hold her tight. “You are the most beautiful sight in the world!”

She holds her nose and says, “Uhg…you need a shower! Didn’t you take one after your workout?”

“No, I figured I’d take one with you…here.”

“I already took one. Do I need another?”

“No. I’ll go de-stinkify while you finish your homework.”

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and go back to the kitchen. Christina has her back to me, so I bend over, wrap her in my arms, and kiss her neck.

“Better?”

Leaning back into my embrace, she says, “Much!” Then, without warning, she stands, pulls my towel away, reaches between my legs, and grabs my cock. Holding onto it tightly, she leads me to my bedroom.

When she lies on my bed, I kneel in front of her. Placing my forefinger and thumb on each side of her vulva, I softly squeeze her flesh together and lick her smooth skin. Christina lets out a quiet moan as my tongue circles her clit. Then, sliding first one finger and then another, I press on her g-spot and slowly finger-fuck her. She squirms while her legs quiver and tense, but I hold on as her juices flow into my eager mouth.

I climb onto the bed and lie on top of her, my stiff shaft nestled tightly against her mound. Her arms wrap around my neck, and our kiss deepens while our hips grind. I pull my hips back, my crown searching for her enticing opening. When I find it, I slide home. Our hips rock and her legs wrap around me as we moan into each other’s mouths.

I roll over and pull her on top, and she sits up, continuing to knead her pussy against my rigid shaft. Christina leans forward as she runs her fingers through my chest hair and grabs my pecs. When she pushes her pelvic bone into me and rubs her clit against my pubic hair, my shaft stiffens. That’s when she pinches my nipples which causes a chill to run down my spine. I return the favor by taking hold of her tits and squeezing them. Rolling her nipples between my fingers, she throws her head back as another moan escapes her pursed lips.

“We need a condom,” she says.

“In my nightstand drawer.”

Ripping the foil packet open, she rolls it down my cock before climbing back in place. Then, placing her knees next to my hips, she reaches under, grabs my rod, puts it at her entrance, and slowly lowers herself about halfway before dropping.

Christina gyrates and rocks her hips while rubbing her clit against my abdomen. With each motion, my shaft slides in and out of her warm tunnel. When she speeds up, her breaths getting shorter, and she moans louder as she slams down onto me. I want to come, but then she slows and tenses while squeezing her walls around my cock. Her nectar dribbles down my balls as she leans down, breathing heavily, her stiff nipples teasing my chest hairs with each breath she takes.

I sit up, roll her onto her back, and gently pump into her as she locks her heels against my ass. I speed up, sawing into her at a rapid pace, like lumberjacks working on a tall redwood. I only slow to catch my breath before speeding back up. The pressure builds in my balls, deliciously aching and tingling, and I know what it means.

“I’m going to explode.”

“Mmmm…,” she moans with a smile.

My rod is in an organic vise when it expands, and her pussy contracts and I come hard. I’m afraid of breaking the condom, so I pull out while still unloading into it. Christina grabs my rod and pumps my shaft, milking every last drop from me. When we finish, I collapse on the bed next to her. There’s sweat beading off us, and we’re exhausted. I roll the condom off and fold it in a dirty sock before we turn toward each other and kiss deeply–our tongues battle for real estate to see who can stay in whose mouth longer.

When we pull apart, we rearrange our bodies so our heads can share my pillow. She turns on her side, resting her head on my chest as I fold my arms around her. We lie there in ecstasy. All I can think about is how I’ve missed her: I’ve missed holding her, I’ve missed being close to her, and I’ve missed her naked breasts pressing into me. Now that I have it all, I never want to let her go.

I kiss her forehead and loosen my grip. Christina rolls onto her back as I turn on my side and rest an arm and leg on her. Gazing at her, I absorb her beauty. Pleasant, satisfying, and comforting thoughts fill my mind and heart with her next to me. She’s staring off into space, looking at the ceiling with a grin and a faraway expression on her face.

“Penny for your thoughts,” I say.

“I was thinking of how two days is too long for us to go without making love and the euphoria of lying next to you afterward. I was thinking about how we can stop using condoms at the end of next week, and I’ll actually be able to feel you come inside me. I was thinking…,” she pauses and takes a deep breath. I don’t move as I wait for her to finish her sentence. The pause is long, and I sense foreboding in the air.

“Tell me. Please.”

“I was thinking about the other night when your dad had that threesome. Watching Karen and Joan touch and caress each other while they made love to him.”

“That was fucking, not love. Sensual, yes. Erotic, yes, but not love.”

She squints at me and gives me an exasperated look. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. A threesome can be exciting, but it can get complicated too.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well…if two of the players are really into each other, the third person can feel left out. If two of them are in love with each other, watching their partner with a third person can cause jealousy…to the point of ruining their relationship. In a threesome, love has to be removed from the equation, and it has to be enjoyed as straight sex and nothing more.”

“You sound like you know this from experience.”

“I’ve watched it happen enough times to see it be a gratifying experience and to see it turn into a disaster.”

She looks at the ceiling with that far-off look again.

“What else?” I ask.

“Well…I don’t know…uhm…okay,” she pauses again. “Nicole and I were in the showers after dance class today, and she noticed I was shaved. She asked when it happened and why. I told her everything, including how stimulating it was to have you shave me. As I was talking, I subconsciously moved my hand down and began touching myself. Nicole’s eyebrows raised before I realized what I was doing. She asked if it really felt that much better. I wanted her to touch me, but I was afraid to tell her to feel for herself. The thought of her hand caressing me got me wet. We’ve masturbated together, but we’ve never touched each other. Now, I wish we had. I told her how your tongue sliding across my smooth skin excites me and how I feel the ridges of your cock better without all the hair getting in the way.”

Christina stops and looks worried. I kiss her on the cheek and ask her to keep going. She looks at me hesitantly before continuing, “Nicole turned around, and I couldn’t stop staring at her ass. I had a strong desire to put my arms around her, fondle her tits, and feel her press against me. I wanted to take her nipples in my mouth and suck on them.”

Another long pause, and she says, “I told her she should try shaving, but she said she didn’t have a good reason to. I asked about Jim, and she said they’d fooled around a little, but they hadn’t had oral sex. I offered to shave her, but she just shrugged and said she wasn’t sure.”

I sense the difficulty of her confession. She continues, “I love tasting myself on your lips, and I want to know if Nicole will be different. I’m curious to see what it’s like…to be with a woman. But I don’t think she’ll go for it.”

“Karen will,” I suggest.

“I’ve thought about her, but I don’t know her that well. Nicole is my best friend, and it’s something I want to try with her.”

There’s silence again as I wait. Finally, rolling over, I lay on top of her, letting my length fall between her legs before looking into her eyes intently.

“I love you more than words can express. If this is something you want, go for it. I won’t judge you, and I won’t stop you. I want you to fulfill your dreams and desires.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean, I don’t want you to think I don’t love you because I want to do this. I just have these feelings all of a sudden and don’t know what to do with them.”

“I’ve said it before–there’s nothing you can say or do that will diminish how I feel about you. If you want to explore these new feelings, then you should.”

Christina turns and looks at me with a little more enthusiasm in her eyes. “I want you there with us. I want the three of us to be together, but I don’t know how to get Nicole to go along with it. I could tell her I was going to have you shave me again and that she could watch, and then if she wanted, you could shave her too.”

“Don’t you think that would weird her out: the thought of me shaving her? Besides, would you feel comfortable watching me touch another woman’s vagina? You don’t think you’d get jealous or mad because she got wet or because I got hard?”

She looks far off again. “You think you’d get aroused shaving her?”

“I don’t see how I wouldn’t.”

“Do you like Nicole?” she asks with a worrisome look on her face.

“It’s not that. I’ll have my fingers between her legs, sliding my fingers along her labia and feeling her juices lubricate my fingers. I’m sure I’ll get hard, and I might even have a difficult time keeping my tongue off her. It’ll only be natural for me to have these carnal desires when I sit between her legs. It has nothing to do with love, and no, I don’t have feelings for her. I have feelings, immeasurable passionate feelings, for you and only you. If I take part in this, it’ll be for you, not her.”

Christina leans into me, and we kiss deeply. Her nipples harden against my chest, and her pussy moistens against my stiff rod. I slide in and let myself rest inside her before I pump into her a few times. I’m not wearing a condom and don’t want to get too excited, so I pull out and rest my cock on her abdomen.

We roll on our sides, and I hold her tight, contemplating what she just divulged. I realize how difficult it was for her to reveal her inner soul to me, and I want her to know how much I love her. I need her to understand that she can tell me anything, and it won’t change how I feel about her.

“I love you,” I say softly.

“I love you too.”

“Why don’t we shower, get something to eat, and I’ll take you home.”

She pulls her head back and raises her eyebrows. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” she asks playfully.

“Never! Here’s a better idea, why don’t we shower, get something to eat, and then come back here to make love all night long?”

She smiles and tries to get up, but I wrap my legs around her and hold her down with my arms. I softly tickle her armpit and waist, and she bursts out laughing while struggling to escape my hold. Rolling on top of her, I stop tickling her and kiss her neck and throat. Her lips invite me to her, so I delve into her mouth, letting my tongue explore her. Moving to my knees, I lift off her, raise her arms over her head, and hold them there. At first, she struggles but stops when we make out, and she gives herself to me. I kiss her neck again, my lips gently caressing her soft skin. Pulling my lips away, I gaze into her smiling eyes, and the love in my heart explodes as I soak in her beauty.

“We can’t shower without getting off the bed,” she whispers.

“I know, but I never want you to leave my side. You’re my addiction.”

“An addiction I will never let you get over.”

I let her go, and we get up.

The shower gets to the right temperature, and we step into the streaming water. I soap her up, paying particular attention to her pussy and tits. Massaging her back, I run my fingers down her spine and between her cheeks before sliding my hand under her. I circle her thigh with my fingers and squeegee the soap down her leg.

Turning her around, I kiss her freshly rinsed landing strip, letting my tongue hook under her hood to catch her clitoris. My hands roam up her body and engulf her tits, squeezing them until I have her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pinching them. I press into her, her body pinned against the wall while I kiss her neck and then dive into her lips.

She spins out from under me and massages my back and ass before her hands reach around and pinch my nipples. Sliding back between me and the wall, she kisses my throat before moving down and taking a nipple into her mouth. She then kisses across my pecs before sucking on my other nipple until it is taught and throbbing. She works her way down my abs and drops her mouth onto my stiff dick, slowly bobbing her head while sucking me off. Her hand holds my testicles firmly while her other plays with my asshole. She stands up after pulling her mouth away.

“Assume the position, stud.”

I spread my legs and push my ass out a little while she pumps bodywash into her palms. She kneads my back muscles, working down my sides, and grabs hold of my glutes. Her fingers slide in my crack as she reaches under and grabs my cock and balls, giving them a squeeze. She soaps my legs and then turns me around, placing her arms around my neck as she pulls herself up. I hold her ass in my hands as she wraps her legs around me, and we kiss hard.

I want her bad. I want to slide my cock into her pussy and fuck her, but I know we don’t have protection. It’ll ruin the moment if I stop to get a rubber, so I just continue kissing her feverishly until she pulls away, gasping for air. I set her down, and we finish rinsing off so we can get dressed and I can take her home. My hard cock and aching balls beg to fuck her, but I have to show some kind of self-control and push the thoughts from my mind.

We decide to grab some food on the way, and when we walk into her house, her mom is in the living room, cleaning up.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles as she says, “Getting home from school kind of late, aren’t we?”

“Yeah. I was over at Tom’s doing homework, and then we went for burgers.”

“Tom, what are you doing Wednesday evening?” her mom asks. “Christina has the night off, so I thought I’d make a nice dinner. Would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to! Thank you. Can I bring anything?”

“I’d say flowers,” her mom chuckles, “but I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. How about a salad?”

I laugh, remembering the last time I brought flowers. “Salad it is.”

Tuesday, January 12^th

It’s lunchtime, and I’m sitting at our table listening to Christina talk about our double date for the upcoming dance; she’s pretty excited about it.

Changing the subject, she says, “I have an idea on how to talk with Nicole about getting shaved.”

Just then, Nicole walks up to the table and asks, “Talk to Nicole about what?”

“About the dance and when we’re going shopping for dresses.”

“Ah, yeah…dresses. Shopping!” she says with a grin. “Tom, would you mind if Christina and I spoke alone for a bit?”

“Not at all. I’ll see you before practice,” I say to Christina before kissing her and walking away.

When I get close to my next class, Jim yells out from down the hall. He trots down the hall to catch up to me, and we talk about where to take the girls for dinner. We decide on a nice steakhouse that’s not too far from the school. He asks if I’m driving, and I explain that Christina has our transportation covered. He shrugs, and we agree to finalize things later. When the lunch period ends, we file into class.

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The bell in my last class finally rings, and I head off to meet Christina.

“Everything okay between you and Nicole?”

“More than okay,” she says. “Nicole thinks she wants to try it. I told her you’re going to shave me again on Saturday–”

“I work Saturday,” I interrupt.

“I know.” She continues, “I told her she’s welcome to watch if she wants, and if she still feels like having it done afterward, then we’ll take care of her. She said she isn’t sure about you seeing her naked, and I told her that she doesn’t have to strip down completely, just her panties.”

“Just her panties?” I say, rather shocked.

“You sound like her. Stick with me here. I’m hoping she’ll get turned on watching you shave me. If she gets as worked up as I think she will, I’ll be able to take it to the next level.”

“And you think you’ll be okay with this?”

“See for yourself,” she says as she guides my hand under her skirt to her soaked panties. I slide the gusset to the side and slip a finger into her. She moans when I take it out and put it in my mouth. “Convinced?” she asks.

“Mhmm,” I answer. “We won’t be able to do it until I get home Saturday evening. So where are we going to do this anyway? I mean, what if my dad’s home?”

“If your dad’s home, we’ll do it another day, but at least she’s agreed to watch.”

She has a point. If Nicole gets turned on watching me shave Christina, she might be enticed to do more. I grab Christina around the waist and pull her in for a kiss. Our tongues dance around each other’s mouths as she buries her fingers in my hair and pulls me tight against her. We finally part lips, and I look deep into her eyes. She has that twinkle she gets when she’s excited about something.

“You’re a little vixen, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t before I met you,” she says as she taps me on the nose with her finger.

I need to get to practice, so we say our goodbyes with an agreement to see each other at school tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 13^th

I’m late meeting Christina for lunch and walk hurriedly to the table where we usually sit. Christina and Nicole are talking, so I slow and approach cautiously. Christina smiles brightly while Nicole gives a half-smile and excuses herself.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Yeah…she’s nervous about doing this. I told her that I was too before I had it done. She’s worried about what you’ll think of her if she goes through with it. I tried to explain that it won’t be an issue for you and suggested it’s better than getting waxed or shaved by a complete stranger. I just hope she doesn’t back out.”

“You sound pretty excited.”

“Just thinking about it is fueling my fantasies. I came twice last night when I played with myself.”

“I’d give anything to watch you masturbate. I just wish you’d save your orgasms for me,” I plead.

“Yeah, right. Like you don’t come when you jack off. Make you a deal…we don’t play with ourselves when we’re apart from each other,” she offers.

I grimace and say, “I don’t know if I could live up to that deal.”

“Me either.”

We spend the rest of our lunch talking about our week and dinner tonight when she tells me her parents want to speak to us about something.

“About what?”

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t sound like anything major. They did tell me, however, they want me to quit my job and focus on school for the rest of the year.”

“I hope they don’t ask us to stop seeing each other so frequently.”

“I don’t think they’ll do that…at least. I hope not.”

I change the subject and ask how we’re getting to the dance, and she tells me her dad is renting a limo for the evening. She tells me to keep it a secret because she wants to surprise Nicole. She explains that everyone will meet at her house and that the driver will drop everyone back at her home after the dance. Lunch ends, so we give each other a quick kiss and get to our classes.

After practice, I go home to get ready for dinner at the Taylors. When I head out, I run into my dad coming up the stairs.

“Where ya’ going, sport?”

“Christina’s parents invited me over for dinner.” My mind flashes back to my earlier conversation with Christina, and I wonder if he’ll be home on Saturday. “Hey, Dad…what’s your schedule like this weekend?”

“I’m going to Karen’s on Friday after work, and I’ll be home late Sunday night. Is there a problem?”

“No…no. I just wanted to know if I should expect anyone here for the weekend.”

He nods, and I continue down the stairs to my car.

Passing through the store’s flower section, I think about getting some but decide to stick with the salad.

I show up right on time, and dinner smells spectacular. The door opens, and my breath is taken away by Christina’s beauty. She’s dressed in a light blouse, skirt, and heels. I’m way underdressed.

“Wow! You’re beautiful,” I say. “What’s the occasion?”

“Mom asked me to dress nice for dinner, so I did.”

“Do I need to go home and change?”

“You’re fine. Just kiss me!”

I walk in, give Christina a warm kiss, and then hand her the grocery bag. Mr. Taylor shakes my hand and suggests we go to the back porch while the ladies put the finishing touches on dinner. I follow him, wondering if I have another grilling in my near future.

“How’s school?” he asks.

“Fine, my grades are good, and we have our first meet next month. I’m pretty anxious to compete and see how well I do. This is my first year, so I don’t really know what to expect. I can outswim my teammates in practice, but I think they hold back.”

“Which events will you swim?”

“The sprints for freestyle, breaststroke, and backstroke. I wanted to do fly, but I don’t know it well enough. I also hope to get the anchor spots for our relays but won’t know until we’re timed.”

He excuses himself and comes back a minute later with a couple of bottles.

“Beer?”

“No, thank you, I don’t drink.”

“A teenage boy that doesn’t drink beer? I don’t think I’ve ever met one of those,” he teases.

“Well…,” I pause, “my dad drinks, in my opinion, too much. I don’t like the effects it has on him, so I made the decision to not drink.”

“How about a root beer then?”

“That’ll be great. Thank you for understanding.”

He nods and excuses himself again, coming back a minute later.

Christina sticks her head out the back door and announces that dinner’s ready, so we go inside and sit down. The meal looks and smells fabulous. Christina serves me, and I wait for Mrs. Taylor to take the first bite before I eat.

We enjoy the meal with small-talk until Mr. Taylor says, “There’s something we’d like to discuss with the two of you.”

I keep a straight face, but my stomach drops. The tone in his voice is more serious than I was hoping for.

He continues, “I have to leave town on business and will be back early next week.” He looks at Christina. “Your mom is going with me. This will leave you home alone for almost a week. Are you okay with that?”

Christina thinks for a minute and replies, “Yeah, sure. As long as there’s food in the house, I’ll be fine.”

“We’ll leave a card and a little cash so you can buy food if you need it.” He then looks at me and says, “Tom, you’re welcome to come over, but no parties and no wild nights. You can use the spa if you want, but wear something other than that Speedo in our hot tub.”

“I promise I won’t even bring it over.”

He looks at both of us. “Any questions or concerns?”

Christina and I look at each other, and she has that twinkle in her eye like something’s up. She shrugs and tells her dad that she’ll be fine and then asks if it’s okay for Nicole to come over.

Mr. Taylor nods. “It’s fine if she comes over. She can even spend the night if it’s okay with her parents.”

Christina smiles. “Thanks, Daddy. I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetie.”

We finish our meal, and Christina offers our services to clean up so they can pack and take care of whatever else is needed for their trip.

Christina’s eyes sparkle. “Well…this worked out great!”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she chuckles. “Telling my dad you’re going to skinny dip in the spa.”

“I didn’t say that! I said I wouldn’t wear my Speedo.”

“Okay, smart guy, what suit will you wear then?” she laughs.

A grin escapes as I say, “My birthday suit, of course. It’s the only other one I have.”

“I’ll ask Nicole if she wants to stay with me.”

I frown, “What about me?”

“You want to stay the night?” she asks mockingly. “I had no idea.” She elbows me and laughs. “I plan on you staying here every night. Too bad we have those big tests on Friday, or we could cut school and spend the day in bed!”

“Don’t forget that I have work all week.”

“Can you switch with someone and get Friday and Saturday off or maybe work an earlier shift on Saturday?”

“I’ll ask around tomorrow.”

We finish cleaning up and go into the living room to flip on the boob tube.

I sit on the couch, and Christina lies down with her head in my lap. She pulls a blanket over her as a movie comes on. Sliding my hand under her blouse, I pinch her nipple and give her a smile. Next, my hand moves over to her other tit and massages it as she pushes her head down into my lap and snuggles in.

My hand goes lower, pulling the hem of her skirt up, and she separates her legs a little as my hand glides up her thighs. I rub her crotch over her panties, feeling her warmth, and then push them to the side to reach her clit. My cock hardens a little, and Christina moves her head around, teasing my thickening shaft. Her pussy flowers as I caress her slickened lips. I gently pull on her labia while nonchalantly sliding my fingers up and down her folds.

A commercial comes on, so she reaches up, puts her hands around my neck, and pulls herself up. I put my arm around her and pull her in close as we kiss deeply, ignoring whatever is on the television. Eventually, the movie ends, and I don’t even know what it was about. That happens when you spend more time making out than watching what’s going on. When I see the time, I realize that it’s time to go home, so Christina walks me to the door, where we have one last passionate kiss, and I tell her goodnight.

Thursday, January 14^th

Christina and Nicole are sitting at our favorite table during lunch. I approach cautiously, and I’m glad Nicole doesn’t excuse herself when I sit down.

“So, are you guys going to play house for the next few days?” Nicole asks.

“I don’t know about that, but I plan on being there as much as possible,” I answer.

“What are you going to do if I stay there?”

“Be thankful someone’s there to keep my pretty girl company.”

Nicole smiles, gets up, and leaves.

“What was that all about?” I ask.

“Nicole’s afraid of being the third wheel when you come over.”

“I can understand that. What did you tell her?”

“Nothing really…I wanted to tell her she could join in but didn’t think that’d go over well.” She smiles. “Having her there will give me a chance to get her to loosen up.”

“Don’t get mad at me for saying this, but…this should be fun to watch!”

“I’m counting on you watching, and maybe you’ll even be able to participate.”

My cock twitches when she says this, and I give her a grin, “Just let me know how I can help. Can I come over tonight after work?”

“If you don’t, I’m sending a search and rescue team after you. We have our big tests tomorrow so we’ll probably be studying when you get there. OH! And remember to bring your stuff for school tomorrow so you won’t have to go home.”

“As you wish. I’ll be on my semi-best behavior,” I tease as we part ways.

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My second to last class is Study Hall, and I plan to use the time to bone up for tomorrow’s test. We meet in the library, and I sit at a table in the back where it’s quiet, so I’m not bothered by others. Unfortunately, I’m engrossed in my textbook and startled when a couple walks up and asks if they can sit down. I tell them I don’t care because I’m just studying for a test, and they both snicker.

The guy looks high and has a scraggly face with dirty shoulder-length blond hair. His clothes are baggy and disheveled. The girl introduces herself as Jesse. She’s probably five-ten with long brown wavy hair, an olive complexion, and soul-piercing, emerald green eyes. She’s wearing Dittos and a t-shirt that’s cropped just below her tits. She isn’t wearing a bra, so the imprints of her nipples are very noticeable, and her boobs jiggle when she moves. It’s difficult not to look because of the temptation of seeing more than I should. Blood rushes to my cock, and I worry about them seeing my tented pants.

She sits down to read while he stretches out in a chair and chills. About ten minutes go by when she gets up and then sits sideways on the guy’s lap. They make out, and her shirt rises, exposing the bottom of her breasts all the way to her areolas. This doesn’t make it any easier to study. How does a slouch like him get a girl like her anyway? I try ignoring them, but then he uses both hands to fondle her tits.

She slaps his hand and whispers, “Not here.”

They kiss some more as he lifts her shirt and pinches her hard nipples.

“Nice, aren’t they?” he asks. She giggles and slaps his hand again.

“They’re very nice,” I answer with a catch in my voice.

He lifts her shirt again and leans around to suck her nipple into his mouth while kneading her other tit. She moans and pulls his head into her chest as he cups her mound and rubs his hand around, giving her a squeeze. She kisses him again, and then he lets go of her as he gets up and says he has to leave.

Jesse pulls her shirt down while sitting back in her chair. “He’s such a tease.”

“Not much of a boyfriend to get you worked up and leave you hangin’ like that.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a boy that’s a friend.” Then, changing the subject, she says

“I’m Tom Griffin. I moved here a couple of months ago.”

“I’ve seen you in the hallway and at lunch with Christina Taylor.”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend. You know Christina?”

“I know of her. We’ve never run in the same circles, but we’ve always attended the same schools.”

I nod, and she looks like she’s going to say something else but then drops her head into her book instead. I keep studying until the bell rings and tell her goodbye as I go to my next class.

The vision of Jesse’s tits being massaged, and her hard nipples, are burned into my memory, and it’s a challenge to push the thoughts out.

As usual, I meet Christina after my last class. I take her into my arms, and we make out. I’m semi-hard from thinking about the library, and she notices, so I tell her what happened.

“I’m jealous,” she says.

“Jealous I watched a girl get her nipples sucked, or jealous it wasn’t you?”

“Both. But I don’t want my nipples sucked by that guy!”

I smile, “It was quite the show. Maybe you can find a reason to be with me in the library someday, and we can reciprocate,” I say teasingly, and she responds by jabbing me in the stomach.

“Okay, Romeo, I’ll see you tonight. You need to get to practice.”

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After work, I go home, eat some dinner, shower, and change my clothes. Then, I grab what I need for school tomorrow and am ready to walk out the door when Dad stops me and asks where I’m going. I tell him I’m going to Christina’s house to study for a test.

“With clothes and a toothbrush?”

I give him a huge grin and say, “I may not make it home tonight.”

“Do you have some condoms, just in case?”

“Yeah, they’re in my pocket.”

“Okay, then. Be careful and don’t get in trouble.” That seems to be his motto lately.

I get to Christina’s later than expected and knock. Nicole answers the door.

“Yo…Christina…your prince is here,” she yells.

“Why do you have to be like that?” I ask as I step towards the door.

“A girl can have some fun, can’t she?”

“As much as she wants. I never get in the way of a girl having some fun.”

Nicole gives me a polite smile and opens the door wider to let me in. Christina comes bouncing down the stairs in a short skirt and crop top. She’s just the way I like her, commando. She jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around me. I lift her shirt and place my mouth on her tit to suck on it, and she holds the back of my head tightly against her. She throws her head back, causing her long hair to fly over her shoulders as she gives a long moan. Christina lifts her shirt away from her other boob, so I pay homage to that one also.

“Really? Is this where I get to see the live Christina and Tom show?”

I look at Nicole and answer, “I’ve been asked to be on my best…well…semi-best behavior, but when I’m around this sexy woman, it’s hard to control myself.”

Nicole looks at my crotch and, in a snarky tone, says, “It’s hard alright.”

I take her innuendo a step further and wink at her and say, “Semi-hard…for now.”

We make our way to the kitchen, with Christina still wrapped around me, where the girls have their study materials spread out. I set my books down and ask where I should put my things. Christina drops from around my waist, takes my stuff, and skips up the stairs. When she comes back a few minutes later, I have my books open and am taking notes.

The girls eventually announce they’re done studying, so I close my books and get up for a drink of water. Christina comes behind me and gives me a hug as her hand drops down to my crotch. Moaning, she reaches into my shorts, clasps her hand around my prick, and squeezes. I turn around and lift her shirt to palm her tits and pinch her nipples. We make out, having no regard for Nicole sitting there staring at us.

“Really, you two. Do you have to do that in front of me?”

“Kiss or play with him?” Christina asks.

“Both, but especially fondling each other.”

“If you saw his cock, you’d want to touch it all the time too.”

“It can’t be all that great.”

Christina’s eyes brighten. “Wanna see it?”

Nicole scoffs, “Yeah, right…like he’s going to whip it out, right in front of me and like…you’d even let him.”

“It’s no biggie…when we’re at his place, we walk around nude all the time.” She turns to me. “Right?”

“Yeah, I’m actually more comfortable without clothes. I’m only wearing them now to be nice to you. I don’t want to freak you out or make you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, right,” she says unbelievingly. She pauses and gets an evil grin. “Okay then, I dare you to take your clothes off.”

I look at Christina, and she shrugs as she drops her skirt and pulls her t-shirt over her head. When I finish undressing, she lifts herself back onto me, and we make out some more. It’s stimulating to have someone watch us, and my cock gets hard. Christina drops her ass and pushes my tip into her pussy, sending a shiver down my arms. I barely slide into her snatch before she raises off me, popping my cock free and letting it hit my stomach. She rocks her hips to press my shaft against her clit and then smashes it between our bellies.

Christina leans back a little, and I look at Nicole with a smirk, “Too much for you?”

Her eyes are focused on my stiffened rod and then dart up to ogle Christina’s tits. “Uhm…no…uhm…I’m okay,” she says, swallowing hard. “I can’t believe you guys are actually doing that in front of me!”

I ease up on her. “Really…if it’s too much, I’ll put my clothes back on. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No…uhm…really, I’m okay,” she says like she’s trying to convince herself.

Christina gives Nicole a wicked grin. “If you want, you can take your clothes off too.”

She puts her hands up in defense. “I think that just might be too much for me.”

The wheels turn in Christina’s head, and it’s easy to tell that she has an idea. “Let’s get in the spa!”

Nicole relaxes as she replies, “Uhh…sure…okay.”

Christina and I go out back to fire up the heater while Nicole goes upstairs to change. When she comes back down, she’s wearing a bikini, and my breath hitches as my eyes widen. I can’t believe what a great body she has. Her breasts are full, and she’s proportioned perfectly. Her nipples push through the small triangles covering her areolas, and her high-cut bottoms show off her camel toe. I don’t know if it’s a thong, but I’m hoping she’ll turn around so I can see. I’m behind Christina, and she feels my cock twitch.

I put my arms around her and kiss her neck as I whisper in her ear, “Wow! You sure know how to pick ’em.”

She whispers back, “Easy boy…down.” She takes hold of my hard dick that’s pressing into her back and continues, “Don’t scare her.”

Nicole steps out the back door and walks towards us as Christina asks her, “You don’t normally wear your suit in my spa. Why now?”

She squints at Christina and says, “It’s usually just the two of us.”

Christina shrugs, and we get in the water, which still isn’t up to temperature, so we keep the bubbles off. The spa light is on, and it’s easy to see Christina’s hand rubbing my cock under the water. Nicole coyly watches as I put my arm around Christina and squeeze her boobs and nipples. Nicole’s hand goes between her legs and seeing her interest, I get an idea.

“Do you mind if I sit on the edge of the spa?” I ask Nicole.

She gulps in a breath and casually answers, “No, that’s fine.”

Placing my hand on Christina’s, I give it a squeeze, so she’ll know not to let go as I get out of the water. As I settle on the side, Christina leans over and starts giving me a blowjob.

Nicole’s eyes become shark-like: big and round, and I see her hand moving slowly between her legs. Christina swirls her tongue around my crown and then engulfs me. I put my hand on the back of her bobbing head to urge her to keep going. Nicole is focused on what Christina is doing and doesn’t notice me watching her. She lowers one of her triangles and pulls on her nipple while her hand still rubs between her legs. My cock pulses, and Christina looks up at me. I nod towards Nicole, and Christina looks over and asks Nicole if she wants some.

Hypnotically, Nicole wades over, puts her hand around my rod, and gently jerks me while looking at Christina for approval. When she nods, Nicole puts her lips over me and takes me into her mouth. Christina joins in, their tongues swiping up and down my cock. They take turns swirling their tongues around my crown and placing their lips around my shaft while sucking. I can tell Christina is trying to be careful, but occasionally their tongues or lips touch. My cock pulses each time I think they’re going to kiss. It’s evident that Christina wants Nicole but is holding off for the right moment.

Nicole’s lost in her lust, focusing on seeing how much of my cock she can get down her throat when Christina reaches around Nicole’s back, unties her top, and removes it. Christina settles behind Nicole, her breasts pressed into Nicole’s back, and reaches around to pull on her nipples. Nicole moans long and low as her mouth is wrapped around my cock. My balls twitch, and I push my desire to come down deep. Next, Christina swings around to get under Nicole and licks her nipples. She sucks on them, giving them kisses before untying Nicole’s bottoms and flinging them onto the deck. She then takes a nipple back into her mouth and fingers Nicole’s clit, causing her to buck her hips and moan louder.

Christina comes back up and joins Nicole on my cock. Their tongues glide along my rod while one or the other kisses it. They alternately take my head between their lips and suck on it, sharing it freely. They hold onto it as they feed it to each other, and their lips finally meet, and they kiss. They intermittently make out while sucking and licking my cock. Christina’s lips play with my balls while fingering my asshole, and Nicole sucks my rod deep into her mouth.