Party of Three

by Daire St. Denis

  Closing my eyes, I leaned against him as he worked his hand under my camisole to cup my breast. His lips were on mine and he kissed me with all the power and finesse he used to hit the volleyball.

  “Josh?”

  “Mmmm?”

  “Do you love Des?”

  That stopped him. His hand stilled on my thigh. The other slid out from my shirt. His lips rested on mine until he moved back far enough so I could see his face. He chewed on the inside of his mouth, which might have been a nervous gesture coming from someone else, but from Josh? He didn’t look nervous. He looked thoughtful.

  “Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “I do. She’s—” A smile lifted the corner of his lips as he thought about her. “She’s amazing. I’ve never met anyone like her.”

  I nodded, somehow satisfied.

  He tilted my chin and looked into my eyes. “Hey,” he whispered. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” I tried to smile. “I just don’t want Des getting hurt.”

  His thumb trailed down the side of my cheek, down along the ridge of my jaw. “I’d never hurt her,” he whispered. “Or you, either.”

  I believed him. There was no guile hidden behind his lashes, no malicious intent. Josh was probably one of the most sincere men I’d ever met. When he kissed me again, I felt it too. He wanted me. He wanted me, and he loved Des.

  “You know,” he whispered in between kisses, “I’m not the only one who wants—”

  “Hey! What’s going on out here?”

  Chapter Four

  My immediate response to hearing Desi’s voice was to pull back and pretend nothing was happening.

  She laughed at my surprise and said, “Save it for later, you two.”

  Even though Josh had said Des wouldn’t mind it if I was kissing him, I guess I didn’t quite believe it. He didn’t have the same response. He leaned in for one more kiss and slowly eased his hand out of my shirt before sliding his fingers down my bare thigh. Then he turned to his girlfriend, whose dark skin still glistened with beads of moisture, grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.

  It was one thing to know how passionate a kiss felt. It was quite another to see it. Josh cupped Desi’s face in his strong hands and tilted her head for better access. I liked it. Desi could be so domineering, and it was good to see her controlled, even if it was just a simple kiss.

  I take that back—there was nothing simple about the way Josh kissed her. His tongue teased her lips and the inside of her mouth and, just when she reached for him, seeming to beg for more, he pulled away. She groaned and tried to catch his mouth by turning her head but he kept his distance, licking around her mouth, her cheek, ear, throat. He didn’t come back to her lips until he was good and ready and when he did finally, it was full-on. There was nothing gentle about it. Josh owned Desi’s mouth.

  I was staring. I admit it. How could I not? If I thought watching them play volleyball was hot, watching them make out was blistering.

  Maybe Josh heard, or maybe he didn’t, but the next thing I knew, Josh turned to me, lifted me up from my stool to the counter and started kissing me the way he’d just been going at Des. I slung my arms around him as I gave in to him completely. But as his lips teased mine with more gentleness than he’d shown Des, I was aware of another presence. Des was right there, inches away, watching. She moved around to the back of Josh and hugged him close, her arms wrapped around his waist, hands on his crotch. While she rubbed him through his jeans, I could feel the backs of her hands on my thighs.

  It felt so good. I wanted this so badly. But…

  “Stop.” I turned my head in order to break the seal of Josh’s lips.

  He tried to bring me back around, but I turned my head the other way.

  It was Des who made the final call. “Tina’s right. We should eat first.”

  “I’ve got all I need right here,” Josh said, sliding both of his hands up under my skirt and between my legs. Pressing both thumbs against my damp panties, he said, “I could feast on this all night.”

  “I know you could, babe. But if we don’t have some food, ‘all night’ is only going to last a couple of hours. And that wouldn’t be any fun for anybody.” Desi smacked Josh on the ass and grinned at me over his shoulder.

  I couldn’t have grinned back if I tried. My lips were parted in yearning, just like my other lips longed to be parted. It took all my effort to close my mouth but somehow I managed it. I gave Josh a little nudge and he fell away, pretending I’d given him a really good shove. It was just the levity the moment called for.

  Dinner was fun. Incredibly, there was no awkwardness and we ate the meal with the same kind of playfulness we’d shared before dinner. Except I was perhaps more relaxed, thanks to a couple of shared bottles of wine. Essentially our meal was foreplay. Delicious, spicy Thai foreplay. We ate from each other’s chopsticks, fingers, mouths. Desi and I took turns sitting on Josh’s lap, grinding our ass into his jean-clad hard-on while feeding each other. By the time the food was all gone, either consumed or spilled on the table, I’d already come twice. There was no turning back now. I knew what I wanted.

  I also knew what Desi and Josh wanted. They’d made it perfectly clear all evening. They wanted me. I’d never felt so desired in my life.

  “Hot tub!” Desi wiped her hands on a dishtowel and ran for the back garden, where the hot tub stood protected by the wind and prying eyes by ivy-covered latticework. As she ran, she peeled away clothes until she was buck.

  I’d seen Desi naked before. We were friends and had been roommates for years. But for some reason, seeing her sans clothes that night was seeing her for the first time.

  I stopped in my tracks. Her body was long and lean. Muscular. Her chest was athletic, and her nipples stood erect like the peaks on a meringue pie. Her legs seemed to go on forever and, as she bent to remove her panties, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her rosy cunt.

  “Gorgeous, isn’t she?” Josh whispered in my ear, unzipping my skirt.

  “Yes.” I could barely speak. I was so glad we hadn’t rushed things earlier, because the anticipation of what was going to happen tonight had me primed like I’d never been primed before. It helped I was a bit tipsy, but even then, I knew exactly what was happening and I loved it. I wanted it.

  I briefly met Desi’s gaze as she watched Josh strip me. He stood behind me, slowly peeling away my clothes for his girlfriend to watch. My cami was pulled up and over my head. Then he slid my skirt leisurely down my legs so I stood there in my white lace panties and bra.

  “You look like such a virgin, Teen.”

  I couldn’t look at Des anymore. I closed my eyes and leaned back against Josh. He was so solid. So wonderfully stable. And his hands were huge as they ran up and down the length of me. From thumb to pinky, he could have spanned the distance from my chest to my pussy. But he chose to use both hands, which made it feel like there was more than one person touching me. He caressed my breasts over the lace of my bra, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles over the tips of my nipples. He ran his hands down my stomach and between my legs. Ten fingers explored the edges of my panties, probing and plucking until I’d saturated the material with my arousal.

  “Let’s get this off,” Josh whispered in my ear. He wrenched the lace from between my legs, ripping it like it was tissue paper. “And this.” He undid my bra the conventional way but it was no less erotic as he slowly pulled the slack lace off my shoulders and away from my breasts. My skin was hypersensitive, the cool breeze like feathers caressing my bared flesh.

  Josh helped me up the steps to the hot tub and framed my face for a kiss. He took a step toward Des as she leaned out the side and did the same to her. “I’ll be right back. I forgot the champagne.”

  His short absence seemed like an eternity, and I wondered if being alone with Des would ever feel normal again.

  “He’s wonderful, isn’t he?”

  I nodded.

  “Do you want him?”

  “Yes.” But I couldn’t look at he
r as I said it.

  “Teen?”

  I glanced up, but thankfully I didn’t have time to answer her questioning gaze because Josh reappeared, toting a bottle of champagne on ice and three champagne flutes. He set the stuff down on the edge of the tub and slowly undid the buttons of his jeans. Once loosened, he eased the denim down over his hips, showing off his wonderfully ripped abdominal muscles. As much as I liked his six-pack, there was one muscle I longed to see. Even though we’d had sex last night, I hadn’t actually seen him since that first night. But I’d been fantasizing about him all week and I wanted to know whether I’d embellished anything in my imaginings.

  I hadn’t.

  He was superb.

  His cock stood up from his balls, jerking around as if sniffing out pussy. Or pussies.

  “Get in this tub, now!” Desi called as she popped the bottle of champagne.

  He laughed and climbed in.

  I sat there, spellbound by the two of them. They seemed bigger than life to me. They were so casual and easygoing about everything, their bodies, their lives, the fact that there were three of us, naked, in the hot tub. They were also able to turn their ardor on and off at will as if it was a light switch. I always felt I was a step or three behind.

  “Champagne?” Des asked, holding out a flute of bubbly.

  “Yes.”

  We toasted. We drank. We drank and toasted. We toasted their volleyball victory, our friends and family. We toasted Santa Barbara, the beach, everything under the sun until the bottle was empty.

  Des gave the final toast. “Here’s to tonight. To exploring new things with the two people I care about most.”

  We drained our glasses. By then, I was more than tipsy. I was in a blissfully uninhibited state of arousal. I half floated, half swam to Josh and settled myself in his lap, rubbing my crotch against his erection. Wrapping my arms loosely around his neck, I licked his lips, sucking the sweet bubbles from his tongue, and ground my cunt against his shaft.

  After I’d had my fill, I swam away and turned to Des. “Your turn.”

  She smiled that wonderful smile of hers and did the same. But they went further. Josh lifted her from the waist so her meringue tits were at mouth level. Where Josh was gentle with my breasts, he was rough with Des’s. He nipped at her until she screamed. He sucked, leaving angry red marks in his wake, but she clung to him in what appeared to be painful ecstasy, pleading with him to bite her harder.

  I moved across from them so a jet of water was aimed at my lower back. I crawled to my knees and pointed my ass directly at the jet, letting the stream of water course over me and massage my clit as I watched Josh’s mouth consume Desi’s tits and abdomen.

  Josh noticed I’d moved and looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Des, I think there’s something of yours Tina’s been anxious to see.”

  She looked over her shoulder at me and slowly stood up on the bench across from me. Propping her hands against the edge of the tub, she bent over so her backside was beautifully bared above the water.

  At the sight of her exposed pussy, I pushed myself closer to the rush of water between my legs. Josh looked from one to the other of us, both essentially in the same position, and grinned. I wondered if he intuitively understood what it was we both wanted but weren’t quite ready to do. Was that why he stepped up to take over instead of coaxing me?

  He swam up to Des so my view of her wouldn’t be obstructed and ran one hand down her back, over the curve of her ass. “Such a nice cunt.” He dipped his thumb inside of her and I groaned. “So inviting.” He slid two fingers into her and I quivered. Seeing his fingers disappear into her lovely red cavern, it was better than I’d ever imagined. “So hot.” Josh sighed as he crouched down behind her for a taste.

  At that moment I finally got it. I mean, I love having my pussy kissed, but for some reason, I didn’t think guys really enjoyed it. But seeing Josh feast on Des, there was no question about how very pleasurable it could be. I craned my head for a better look, grinding my ass against the hard spray of the jet. In my mind, the jet was Josh’s tongue, or better yet…Desi’s. I stared hungrily at the two of them as Josh spread Des wide so he could fit his tongue inside her. While he licked and sucked, he probed her ass with his thumb. First his right, then his left, then both at once.

  Desi’s hips bucked in ecstasy. I felt like it was my own backside being fondled and abused as I let the water surge against my ass. I mimicked Desi’s movement, pretending I could feel Josh’s fingers digging into my flesh while he tried to control my erratic writhing.

  “Fuck her.”

  Was it really me who’d whispered that? It must have been, because the other two stopped what they were doing to turn and look at me. It only lasted a fraction of a second but I saw immediately they approved. Josh stood up behind Des and, in one swift move, impaled her with his cock.

  Although I loved watching Josh’s hard butt thrusting between her legs, I wanted to see more. I wanted to watch his huge shaft disappear inside of her, Desi’s skin pulling taut around him. I wanted to see how fat her clit would get just before she came. So I slipped around beside them and gently laid my hand on Josh’s back for a closer look. It was better than I’d imagined. Josh had a hard grasp on her hips and pulled her to him with such force they had water splashing up and over the edge of the tub. But Desi’s athletic body met him thrust for thrust as she reached down to fondle herself.

  “Faster, babe. Faster,” she gasped, matching his rhythm with her hand.

  How I wanted to touch her, to move her little nub between my finger and thumb, and slide a finger in her ass so I could feel Josh’s cock moving in and out of her. I imagined my face down beside them, licking the moisture off Josh’s cock as he slid outside of her body.

  But I couldn’t. Not yet. I was frozen by the sight of them and immobilized by my needs and desires.

  “Make her come,” I whispered, though I had no idea if Josh had heard me. What I really wanted to say was I wanted to make her come. That somehow, I wished it were me standing behind her, pounding into her, feeling her warmth surround me.

  Josh was one lucky guy.

  Des started to whine. It was a sound I’d never heard her make before but it was definitely something I hoped to hear again. As she cried out, she thrust her ass high and I moved as close as I could without touching her, to watch her come. Her pussy sucked on Josh’s cock, milking him with powerful waves. He slammed into her one final time and held her hips close as his butt cheeks quivered with his orgasm.

  Kicking off under water, I returned to my jet and crouched in front of it so I could get off one more time. I closed my eyes, let the whole scenario replay itself in my mind. It took only a matter of seconds, but in that time I imagined I was Des being fucked from behind. Then I was Josh giving it to Des with powerful thrusts. And finally I was myself, although this time, a more active participant.

  As another orgasm ripped through my body, I wondered if I’d ever have the courage to see my fantasy fulfilled.

  Chapter Five

  It was four days later, while I absently wheeled my cart through the frozen-food aisle at the grocery store, that I ran into Kenton. Literally. He was squatting down in front of a freezer, picking out frozen cocktail mixes, and I was wandering down the aisle with my thoughts far, far away. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Des left Monday morning for a sales trip, but her absence seemed to make me think of her and Josh even more. I was consumed with images of Des and Josh. Naked. Fucking.

  “Ouch.”

  “Oh! Sorry,” I said.

  “Tina?” he asked, standing up.

  “Kenton? God. Sorry about that.”

  Kenton rubbed his leg, but his frown turned into a lazy smile as he studied me. “No problem.” He cocked his head to one side and then the other, scrutinizing me from top to bottom. “You’re looking good.”

  I touched my hair and let my hand drop lightly to my breast before returning it to my side. “Oh?”

  “Y
eah. You’re glowing. In fact, you look like you just got…”

  “Nice to see you, Kenton.” I pushed past him before he said anything else.

  “Tina, wait.” He jogged up and began walking in step with me. “What are you doing Friday?”

  I was going to make up a lie but decided against it. I was bored and had spent too many nights home alone with a newly awakened sexual appetite. Maybe going out with him would help get my mind off of other matters. “Nothing.”

  “I’m having a sort of party. Would you like to come?”

  I stopped walking and looked up at him. Kenton was handsome; I’d always thought so. His hands were attractive. He had long, nicely manicured fingers. I just knew those fingers would feel amazing on my skin.

  Dammit! What was wrong with me? This was Kenton, a guy I had no intention of getting together with. But a party? Maybe a party was exactly what I needed. I closed my eyes and whispered, “Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

  “You can invite Desi too, if you want.”

  “Okay.” I started to walk away, my pussy throbbing for no apparent reason.

  “See you Friday?” Kenton called.

  “Sure,” I called over my shoulder. “I’ll see you Friday.”

  * * *

  Des came home Friday around dinnertime. She looked tired and I felt awkward as I hurried to make her a gin and tonic. It was so weird, but I had no idea how to act around my best friend anymore.

  She lugged her suitcase up the stairs and I caught myself watching her firm ass in her tailored pants. I turned away and rubbed my temples. As much as I missed her, having her home again was messing with my brain.

  Within minutes she was back downstairs, collapsing on the couch. “Fucking terrorists. They’ve totally taken the fun out of flying. God, I’m exhausted.”