Echo Online 2

by Zachariah Dracoulis

  And that’s when I had a brilliant idea.

  “You know what? Yes.” I finally replied, deciding that I was just going to go ahead and turn my brain off for a while, “But this doesn’t count as the date. I won’t let you two weasel your way out of it.”

  “Damn it,” Sam muttered with faux disappointment, “and here I thought I was going to save myself from being doted on.”

  And with that, Jane slid the fateful few inches down and started kissing my neck, her soft, if slightly cold fingers wrapping around my not-quite-hard cock as I turned my head towards Sam who eagerly leaped into action and pressed her lips to mine.

  They’d done it, through some complex understanding of ancient magic, they’d distracted me.

  Alright, so maybe it’s not that hard to force all the blood from my brain, but still, any other morning like that before meeting Sam and Jane would’ve left me staring at the ceiling dreading the day.

  Instead, I got to kiss a pretty girl while another did a good job of hardening my half-flaccid member, only dreading the day in the back of my mind as opposed to the forefront.

  Definite improvement, if I do say so myself.

  4

  “Mmmm…” I groaned as Jane slowly and firmly stroked my cock while I struggled to stay focused on kissing Sam.

  “Glad you’re having fun.” Jane murmured half-jokingly.

  “Oh, don’t be like that,” Sam replied between kisses as her fingers traced down my chest and towards Jane’s waist, “all you’ve got to do is ask.”

  “I shouldn’t have to a-” Jane got out with a gasp as Sam found her mark, her fingers tightening around me before coming to a stop, “ask.”

  “Now who’s being selfish?” I asked, smirking at Jane as she bit down hard on her lower lip.

  “Well, still you a bit.” Sam said, wiggling her butt and pulling my attention over to her cheeky grin, “I mean, sure, making out like a couple of teenagers is all well and good, but…”

  Chuckling at that, I shifted my arm enough that Sam could roll onto her stomach while simultaneously keeping Jane breathing heavily.

  Confident that she’d gotten herself comfortable, and giving myself a few seconds to get reacclimatized to Jane’s steadily returning strokes, I started sensually moving my hand down Sam’s exposed skin towards her underwear, her shirt having bunched up when she rolled.

  “Skip the foreplay,” Sam practically begged, “please?”

  Responding only with a smile, I moved the final few inches down the front of her white panties and found that she’d shaved.

  Recently.

  “So I was expecting I’d have to…” Sam trailed off breathlessly, her preemptive defense apparently distracting her from the fact that I’d already started to rub in a firm circular motion, “present in the near future and wanted to clean up, so what?”

  “Didn’t say anything.” I replied amusedly, noting how her back arched as I switched to an up and down motion without going in deeper than an inch at a time.

  Amazingly, even with all our shuffling, we’d gotten into a good rhythm, one that had Sam forcing her face into her pillow to stifle her moans after I’d buckled and started pushing my fingers deeper inside her, Jane trembling as she struggled to nibble on my earlobe and work her seemingly magical fingers around my cock at the same time, and me…

  Well, to be honest, I don’t think I was being nearly as active as the girls, mostly because I wasn’t sure how well writhing around with Jane’s hand firmly around my member would turn out.

  Not that they minded.

  No, it actually seemed to be the opposite.

  Jane, between quivering breaths past my ear and on my neck, seemed to enjoy being able to grind against something warm as Sam’s fingers did their work, while Sam undoubtedly loved reaching across me and shoving her ass higher in the air as her practically vibrating legs barely kept her up.

  But then, seemingly out of nowhere, my breathing started to get heavier, my thighs tensed, and my pelvis began to almost involuntary thrust into Jane’s waiting fingers.

  “Sam, honey?” Jane called with a mixture of pride and delight, “I think someone’s getting close.”

  “Mmhm…” Sam moaned, “Me too…”

  Did either of them consider that maybe we should slow down? That we needed to keep it going for as long as possible?

  Of course not.

  “Closer,” Jane murmured breathlessly in my ear as she stroked faster, “closer…”

  “So close, baby,” Sam whimpered, “almost… there…”

  Sam’s moans, Jane’s fingers, the flannel against the head of my cock, it was all too muc-

  “Oh, no.” I groaned as I had a horrible realization.

  It was too late though, Jane’s soft fingers and Sam tensing around mine as she moaned deeply and loudly into her pillow had proved to be too much.

  “That’s right,” Jane gasped, letting out a long, almost silent moan as she slowed but continued to stroke, “that’s right…”

  It felt good, not even going to pretend otherwise, but as I came all over the enthusiastic Jane’s hand, memories of the wet dreams of adolescence came flooding back to me.

  “Good, huh?” Jane asked with a weak smile, our arms still crossing over each other as we laid there in a mostly happy pile, “What am I saying? I know it was good.”

  “Yep,” I replied, a huff of amusement punctuating what I was worried sounded a little too annoyed, “‘cept for the fact that these pants are ruined.”

  “Oh…” Jane trailed off before giggling a little, “I’m sure it’ll wash out.”

  “It better.” I lightheartedly scoffed as Jane finally pulled her hand out of my pants and, taking care not to let it touch the sheets, sat up, “How about you, Sam? Happy?”

  I was pretty sure Sam was happy, but I could’ve been wrong, it was hard to tell with her just mumbling and groaning into her pillow, her ass still in the air.

  “Shower?” Jane suggested after I’d pulled my hand out of Sam’s panties, making her shiver, “And maybe some new pants for you?”

  “Nah, crusty’s the new black,” I joked before shuffling towards the headboard and sitting up, following Jane’s example and not letting my slightly less sticky fingers touch anything on the way up, “you have a spare towel here?”

  “As in… do we have a third towel?” Jane asked with complete bewilderment.

  “Yes, do you have a spare towel?” I repeated, thrown by her confusion.

  Silence hung around for a while, but eventually Jane nodded, “Yeah, we have a third towel, we actually have six whole towels.”

  “Six?” I asked as Jane finally got up and started for the bedroom door, “That seems a bit excessive.”

  “To you, maybe,” Jane replied, “but I honestly feel like six is too few.”

  “And I keep trying to tell her that that’s crazy,” Sam sighed, having finally rolled onto her side, “just wash the ones we use when we need to wash them.”

  “See, that’s my thinking as well,” I agreed, shuffling out of the bed and following Jane, “it’s not like the towels get dirty, you use them to dry off your clean body.”

  “Exactly!” Sam exclaimed as best as she could, “As long as you don’t leave ‘em bunched up in a corner somewhere, you’re fine.”

  “You two have no idea how gross you sound, do you?” Jane called from the other room, “You want to get the curtains?”

  “Not really…” Sam murmured, clearly slightly annoyed that she hadn’t been able to argue her case more, before getting up to her knees and opening the curtains, letting in more morning light than either of us had expected.

  “That’s fine,” I said, covering my eyes with my non-sticky hand, “I didn’t need my retinas.”

  “Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Sam laughed as she jumped out of bed and made for the door, smacking my ass as she passed me, “it’s just the building across the street.”

  “I got that part,” I replied with a smile af
ter finally making it out of the bedroom, “you know, on account of the fact that you blinded me.”

  “The reflection blinded you,” Jane clarified, coming to stand in front of me with a towel in hand, “Sam just gave it the means to do so.”

  “Mmhm, whatever you say.” I said before giving her a quick kiss.

  It should go without saying, but that was one of the best mornings in my life, and not just because of the handsy shenanigans, though that certainly helped.

  Seriously though, it was really nice to wake up and just have people there, especially seeing as those people were Jane and Sam.

  And then I remembered the Carl thing.

  Again.

  5

  After a shower that we all thought would be sexy but turned into a slip-n-slide of bruises and potential concussions, I went to work fixing us all some breakfast.

  Honestly, it felt kind of weird cooking on my day off, but at the same time it was actually pretty fun.

  I got to move at my regular pace, listen to the music I wanted to, and, at the end I got to eat, and none of that tasting before it went out the door shit either.

  No, I got to enjoy a full course meal of tomatoes, mushrooms, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and bacon.

  Lots of bacon.

  “Okay, at first I was annoyed that I’d have to do another grocery shop this week,” the half-dressed for work Sam got out between mouthfuls of egg as we ate at the kitchen bench, “but holy crap, if this isn’t the best way to start the day.”

  “I’m not even going to try and argue that,” I replied with a bacon-filled smile, “don’t get me wrong, that whole thing this morning was-”

  “I don’t think any of us are insecure enough to need to justify saying this food is better than a three-way handjob.” Jane interjected, readjusting the towel she was wearing, “Thank you so much for this.”

  “You’re welcome.” I said happily, unknotting my own towel, tightening it, and reknotting it, “Anyway, speaking of this morning…”

  “The fact that it was the first time we’ve done anything in the real world together?” Sam finished for me, “Yeah, I don’t know about you two, but I feel like our collective… I don’t know, hymen was broken, VR or not.”

  “‘Hymen’?” I choked out, “Why not ‘virginity’?”

  Sam stared at me blankly for a few seconds before clearing her throat and shrugging, “Whatever you want to call it, the only difference is that now we have to do a load of laundry three days early.”

  “Sorry about that… again.” I trailed off, not bothering to hide how embarrassed I was by the whole thing.

  “It’s fine, really,” Jane laughed, “not going to let you live it down, but it was definitely worth it.”

  “And on that note, I’m going to work,” Sam said, begrudgingly leaving her food and going to the room, “will you be around for dinner?”

  “I mean, if you want me to be?” I asked over my shoulder, not wanting to risk losing my bacon.

  “I think you’ll have a hard time convincing either of us to cook after this.” Sam called back, “Speaking of, anything you need me to grab for dinner on the way home?”

  “Should be some stuff at my place,” I replied, “but if I need anything, I’ll just head out and grab it.”

  “Look at you, helpy mchelperton,” Jane laughed, still munching on her last mouthful, “isn’t there anything else you’d rather do on your weekend, though?”

  I shrugged and shook my head, “I’ve got some laundry to do, maybe get some Echo time in, but other than that I’ve got a clean slate.”

  “Well, make sure Jane takes a break at some point today,” Sam said as she came out, kissing me and Jane on the back of our heads on her way for the door, “last thing she needs is to burn herself out.”

  “You got me that egg timer thingy,” Jane chuckled, scooping some more bacon into her mouth before running over and catching Sam at the door, “remember?”

  “I remember you smashing it with a ball peen hammer,” Sam replied pointedly after giving Jane another quick kiss on the lips, “see you tonight.”

  “Love you.” Jane sang right as Sam slipped out the door.

  “Love you, too!” Sam shouted back, somehow having already managed to get to the stairs.

  Not going to lie, I felt kind of left out there, but at the same time I didn’t really want to jump the ‘love’ gun.

  “So,” Jane said, spinning around and shutting the door as she did, “what are we going to do?”

  “Probably the dishes,” I replied coolly, finishing off the last piece of crispy bacon and pretending I hadn’t noticed Jane had let her towel fall, “then laundry, maybe a sho-”

  “You are such an ass,” Jane scoffed with a smile as she walked towards me as sultrily as she could, “can’t we just have a little fun before the day actually starts?”

  “I don’t know,” I said before stepping away from the bench and into her path, exaggeratedly scrunching up my face in a sort of unsure way, “pretty sure you have a bunch of work to do, and I really should do my laundry.”

  Rolling her eyes, Jane jumped up and wrapped her legs around me, leaving me barely enough time to catch her ass as my towel fell.

  “Shouldn’t we at least try and be a little productive?” I asked with a smirk.

  “Hmm…” Jane trailed off, pretending to think it over, before piercing me with her eyes and smiling mischievously, “No.”

  6

  Within seconds of her jumping me, Jane had managed to guide me back to the bed, something I only found out after I’d tripped backwards onto it, making Jane giggle between quick yet still passionate kisses.

  “How am I supposed to enjoy this if you break my hip?” I jokingly groaned as Jane’s ass grinded against my already rock-hard cock.

  “Naw, little old man can’t handle a little fall?” Jane mocked before dipping down and kissing my neck.

  “I can only handle so much is all I’m saying,” I replied, pretending Jane’s kisses didn’t get my blood pumping, “being a chef puts quite the strain on the ole joints. One more nasty slip and I’ll be full-on ‘I’ve fallen and can’t get back up’ all over the place.”

  “Oh yeah?” Jane asked as she turned her head enough to whisper in my ear, “Guess I’ll have to take it easy on you then.”

  “Heh,” I huffed before squeezing her ass, “yeah, no.”

  “Good,” Jane replied, her hard nipples grazing against my chest as she reached between her legs, grabbed my cock, and got it in position, “I don’t think I could tolerate any more boredom.”

  Then, before I could respond, she slowly pushed herself onto me, gasping out a few breathless whimpers on her way down until, with a faint squeak, reaching the bottom.

  “You alright?” I asked with a concerned smile as Jane rested her head on my chest and took a few seconds to breathe.

  “Mmhm…” came Jane’s weak but clearly satisfied sigh, “Just need a minute.”

  Turned out that she meant what felt like a literal minute, which consisted of some shifting around, followed by gasps, followed by another, more cautious attempt, followed by more stillness.

  Hadn’t been the first time I’d experienced that, and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be my last, but that didn’t change the fact that I didn’t know whether to be worried, proud, or apologetic each and every time.

  “Are you sure you’re good?” I asked again.

  “Yeah,” Jane replied amusedly, “just a little… surprised. Not in a bad way, just in an ‘I don’t really want to pass out’ way.”

  “I’m… sorry?” I said, tilting my head slightly.

  “Why?” Jane chuckled, looking up from her breathing to reveal that her cheeks were redder than a certain Italian plumber’s hat, “I’m not complaining. Like, at all.”

  “But you said-”

  “I didn’t say it hurt,” Jane outright laughed before slowly sitting up, flickering her eyes slightly and biting her lower lip to catch anoth
er whimper, “I just said I didn’t want to pass out.”

  “Oh…” I trailed off, trying to hide my proud little smile, “In which case, take your time, old lady.”

  Let me tell you, I’ve never seen a look of ecstatic and exhausting pleasure switch to ‘bitch, you wanna go?’ quite so quickly.

  “You really want to play this game with me?” Jane warned, her lips curling into a wry smile as she struggled to maintain her composure.

  I thought on my response for a moment, going through a myriad of options ranging from telling her to do her worst to sheepishly begging for mercy.

  “You know what?” I finally replied, making my decision to go somewhere in the middle, “I really do.”

  Jane’s eyes widened, her grin grew, and her hands planted firmly beside my cockily smiling head, “Alright then, big boy,” she said, moving her hips around as if to remind my still hard cock that she was there, “let’s ride.”

  And, with that, she started to lift herself, going almost far enough for me to fall out, before plunging herself back down and stifling a gasp.

  Refusing to be defeated, she shook her still slightly wet hair a bit, and went again, making her lip quiver with another whimper.

  Not wanting to be accused of being a selfish lover, I waited until Jane was most of the way up and, pulling her down by her ass, thrusted upwards, eliciting a pleasantly surprised cry.

  Laughing and moaning at the same time, Jane clapped her hand to her mouth in an only mostly futile effort to muffle herself.

  Getting about the reaction I expected, I went to go again, but was stopped as Jane, without warning, planted her hands on my chest for balance and took full control of the situation, using her surprisingly strong thighs to start riding me hard.

  “Jesus Christ,” I chuckled as best as I could between hard and fast slams, “you weren’t kidding.”

  “Why would I be?” Jane gasped with obvious but mild annoyance, her eyes locked shut and her mouth wide open as she gave up on stifling her moans.

  “I don’t know,” I replied as Jane rode harder and faster, “didn’t expect you to be quite so vigorous is all.”