by Tia Siren
"Well, there's a few clubs around here, but are you sure?" Miles says. "I mean, we can still get a few more drinks here…"
"Come on, I want to dance! How about we get a couple of shots here, then head out?" She raises an eyebrow at us.
Miles and I look at each other and shrug.
"Sure, why not?" Miles says.
We finish our drinks and head up to the bar. Alyssa orders six shots, and we watch as the bartender pours them all out for us. Then she sets them all up.
"To a good night." She holds up her first shot and winks at me and Miles.
We all take our shots at once, and then down the second one as quickly as possible. We laugh as we try to get over the burning sensation of straight booze, but I can tell tonight's going to be fun.
It was a bit of a blur after doing those shots and leaving that bar. I remember sitting in the back of a cab with Alyssa and Miles. We jumped out at a club near Alyssa's place and hurried inside. The music was loud and the lights were bright, a perfect kind of place. People were dancing to a few different kinds of music, not really stuff I would usually listen to, but the others seemed to like it, so I made do.
I remember doing so many shots at the bar, so many different flavors of vodka at Alyssa's request. I never drink spirits!
Then I went out onto the dance floor. I saw Miles dancing with Alyssa on quite a slow song, dancing with his hands on her ass.
I realized I'd lost.
Not that she was a prize to be won, I just wanted her to pick me. But I guess Miles always was the charmer.
So I danced by myself for a while, just to give them some space.
I blacked out for a little bit, after a few more drinks by myself. Then I was on the roof, getting a cigarette from a random dude. I never smoke unless I'm well and truly drunk as balls.
But then I remember a girl asking for a couple of drags. I said she could have the rest and went back to the dance floor, thinking maybe Miles and Alyssa had had enough alone time, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
I felt her hands over my body and her lips crashing against mine.
This sort of thing doesn't happen to me—I don't get random girls kissing me like this! I ran my hands drunkenly over her body, her tight pants perfectly shaping her round and soft ass…
She tasted of the smoke we had just shared, but underneath that… there was something else, that weird licorice vodka that Alyssa had made me drink…
I pulled away from her to actually have a look at who she was.
"Alyssa?" I ask, realizing who the girl was.
"Of course it's me, who else?" she tries to pull me back in for another kiss.
"But weren't you just dancing with Miles?"
"Yeah, but he's in the bathroom, so I came to find you…" She bats her eyelashes at me.
"You mean you haven't decided yet?" I ask.
She shakes her head and pulls me back for a kiss. Her tongue drifts across my lips, and she starts eagerly exploring my mouth. I can feel myself getting hard…I shouldn't be this excited but I'm also very, very drunk. She giggles as I press my body against hers.
"Mind if I cut in?" I hear Miles saying to us, and I realize we're on the dance floor. My hands are on Alyssa's hips, and she's grinding against me and Miles at the same time. Her body is pressed up against mine, but her ass is grinding on Miles. Her small frame is squished between the two of us. What is she playing at? Is this what she likes?
I black out again and I wake up on a sofa. The music is gone, and the lights are a pale glow, gently illuminating a living room.
We must be at Alyssa's. She said let's go back to hers because it's closer…I remember…
Miles and Alyssa are sitting next to me on the sofa, kissing passionately. I feel like they didn't know I was passed out. Miles gets up and goes to the bathroom.
"Should I go?" I ask, struggling to sit up.
"No… please stay… I want both of you to stay…" Alyssa says, falling against me.
We start to kiss again, and I stop her. "I don't understand…who are you picking?"
"Don't make me pick. I like you both."
Miles comes back from the bathroom and sits down again, and I pretend nothing was happening. I don't really understand, but I'm drunk and a little horny…
Alyssa leans over to Miles and they start kissing again. I try to get up, but then I feel her hand in my lap. She starts stroking my cock while she kisses Miles, and I don't really know what to do. But I suppose, if it's what she wants…
My drunken mind tries to think of what to do, but my hands already seem to be acting. My hands are touching her skin, stroking her curves, and making her moan. I lean over and kiss her neck.
She pulls us both close to her and starts kissing both of us before she tries to get up. She grabs us both and starts pulling us towards her bedroom.
What have I gotten myself into?
4
Alyssa
"Should I go?" Mark asks, struggling to sit up.
I don't want him to go. I like him, I mean I like them both, but I guess if I had to pick one I'd pick him. No that's not fair. I can't have a favorite if this is going to work. I like them both.
"No… please stay. I want both of you to stay…" I say, falling against Mark and wrapping my arms around him.
I lean up to kiss him again and he stops me. "I don't understand…who are you picking?"
"Don't make me pick…I like you both," I say.
Miles comes back in from the bathroom and he sits down next to me. Mark looks nervous like he's trying to pretend nothing was happening.
I hope they don't think I'm crazy or anything…I thought they understood…they were both dancing with me earlier. It felt so good to have them both wrapped around me like that. I just had to get us all back to my place as quickly as possible.
Maybe I should just make a move now, get them clued up on what exactly is going on here. I mean, they should know by now. I've dropped enough hints, but I guess guys don't really click until you make it plain and simple.
I lean over and kiss Miles. He seems eager to get back to what we were doing. He still tastes like beer. I really don't like beer, but he's got surprisingly soft lips. I hadn't counted on that. I'd figured Miles for the strong and rough type, but maybe he's got a soft side. I feel like Mark is probably going to try to leave, but I don't want him to. I really like him. He's the soft sensitive one—but I hope he's got a dark side. If not, maybe I can bring one out in him.
I slowly slide my hand up Mark's leg and start stroking his cock. Gosh, it really does feel as big as it did when we were dancing together. I wonder if they know what each other looks like down there? Well, they were teammates…I guess they should know.
Mark's hands move to my body and start stroking my hips, and up my waist to my chest. I can't help but let out a moan. Two pairs of hands caressing my body and two pairs of lips kissing my neck. This is what I want. I love to be shared… I'd let these guys do anything to me.
I turn to kiss Mark and run my tongue alone his upper lip, making him moan. Miles tugs at me to go back to him, so I decide it's time to head to the bedroom. I get up and take both of their hands, pulling them in the direction of my bed.
These boys are so horny they don't really care anymore. They barely even notice that the other one is there.
I fall back onto my bed and pull them each to my sides. They each stick to one side of me, running their hands over my body and kissing my neck. I turn to Mark and start unbuttoning his shirt. Both of them are quite muscular and strong. The lines on their abs and their soft chest hair drives me crazy, but my favorite thing about the male physique is definitely the treasure trail, that little bit of hair that leads down to their cock. Drives some guys wild when I gently run my finger down there, teasing them as their rock hard cock just begs me to touch it.
In the frenzy of clothes being thrown off I can hardly keep track of it anymore. We seem to be down to our underwear, and both boys prefer silk box
ers for a night out. It feels so soft on my hips.
The boys sit opposite each other on my bed with me in the middle—I face Mark as Miles kisses my neck from behind. I slowly reach around to my back and remove my bra, and almost instinctively both boys go in for the kill, but I grab Miles's hands and move them down a little lower.
Mark starts playing with my breasts, stroking and massaging and pinching my nipples. Fuck, it feels so good, I can't help moaning. I arch my back and Miles pulls me closer to him and I feel his hand slip underneath my thong. His fingers are so soft as he gently strokes my intimate folds, looking for my—
"Oh…" I moan as his finger presses down on my clit. The pleasure makes my head feel dizzy, so I can barely focus. I'm not going to pass out, I'm not that drunk. I jump up from their grasps and stand at the edge of my bed. They look at me a little confused but watch as I slowly drop my thong to the floor.
I climb on top of Miles and he lies back on my bed. I hold his arms down with my legs and scoot up a little until I am sitting on his face. I can feel his tongue already tasting every inch of me, before swirling round over my clit. Focus… can't leave Mark out! I lean forward and pull him close, freeing his large cock from his boxers. I start just with my hands, gently rubbing his cock till he can't get any harder. He breathes heavily, trying to hold back moans, till I lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth.
"Aah…" he moans, his breath shallow as if he were desperately trying to hold something back.
Starting off slowly I move my head up and down, gently licking his cock, sucking in a little as I take it further into my mouth. I can feel Mark tensing up…do I want him to cum yet? I'm sure he's close—Oh fuck, I didn't think about me, "Oh, oh… Oh!" I cry out as Miles makes me cum with his tongue. I grab tightly onto Mark and tighten my mouth around him again. He starts shaking and gasping a little, and I feel a warm sensation shooting into my mouth.
Oops… I'm still not sure if I wanted to do that. He pants and shakes as I tenderly lick his cock clean. He pulls his boxers back up and pulls me away from Miles pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me. I feel Miles getting off of the bed and rummaging through his clothes, then hear the faint crinkle of a condom wrapper. So considerate, I hadn't even thought about that with Mark…but he didn't seem to mind either.
I can't help moaning as Mark kisses me passionately. Even after cumming, he still desperately wants me…I like that. He rolls me over so that I'm on top and I feel a hand crash against my bare ass! I don't even know whose hand that was, but I love to be spanked. Those same hands grab at my waist as if someone were positioning themselves behind me, and suddenly I feel a rock-hard cock rubbing against my pussy. It's Miles asking for my permission…how sweet.
I crouch a little lower as I continue to kiss Mark, biting and sucking at his neck, making him moan. I point my rear end up at Miles, presenting myself to him, begging to be fucked.
I've waited long enough. I want to be fucked now—I'm desperate!
"Ugh…" I moan, as I feel Miles pushing himself inside me. He feels so warm and I can feel myself stretching around him a little. I can't believe I'm lying on top of a guy while his friend fucks me from behind. Oh fuck, this feels so good…
I feel bad that Mark has already finished, but I suppose he can still make me feel good, and by the looks of it that's what he really likes.
Miles holds me up a little and grabs my hips tightly, thrusting hard and holding me steady so I don't fall flat onto Mark. I can hear him moaning from behind me—he must love this position.
Mark sits up a little and starts playing with my breasts, kissing and licking my nipples. Both boys are making me cry out in pleasure as I'm held in place while they have their way with my body. I feel Mark slide his hand down below my waist. He starts rubbing my clit as Miles continues to fuck me harder and harder.
I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hang on like this…pleasure from all angles. I feel dizzy, like I'm about to fall backwards. I can't feel anything behind me as I drift away. My head feels light as my breath hitches. I run my hands through my hair, trying to focus on one thing, but all the stimulation is driving me over the edge.
It's almost like I'm not in control of my own body anymore. I am nothing but their plaything…something to take their frustration out on, just to be used for sexual pleasure…and I'm ok with this.
My body feels powerful, but I can't take anymore, I'm falling over the edge as the pressure is building…
"Miles…" I moan as he makes me cum, it's not as big as I thought it would be but–
"Oh… Oh, fuck! Mark!" I cry out, my eyes wide as I keep screaming in pleasure, the mixture of pressure from his finger and Miles' cock at the same time…oh fucking hell, this feels so good.
I feel waves of pleasure crashing over me, my whole body shaking and twitching. I fall back onto Miles, and he holds me tight and still as he moans and sighs as quietly as he can. I feel his cock inside me, pulsing as he cums for me.
We all sigh for a moment, tired and covered in sweat. A few hours have passed and we didn't even notice, we were too wrapped up in each other. We eventually fall back, remembering how drunk we actually are. I hope I don't forget any of this! It’s been such an incredible experience for me. I've never cum like that before. These guys, I need to keep them around! I've only known them briefly, but I feel like this is the start of something incredible. I feel a connection I've never felt with two people at the same time before.
"You guys are amazing…" I say, mumbling as best I can in my orgasm coma.
"So are you," one boy says. I assume it's Mark—his voice always was a little harsher, but now it sounds even sexier—"I like you a lot."
"Me too," Miles adds, "And I never say that on the first date."
I giggle a little, pulling them both close to me. I lay panting on my bed with two incredible guys by each of my sides. They kiss my forehead and stroke my bare skin. We are each exhausted as the drunkenness finally sets in, sending us to sleep. Is this all possible? It's so quick, I only just met them and they seem to be everything I've wanted…two guys that I can fool around and have fun with, but also maybe have something more meaningful than that.
Sweet and sensitive Mark…strong and confident Miles…I feel like I can really trust them.
This is too much isn't it? I don't want to scare them away, but that was so good. Better than I've ever had before. It was thrilling and exciting and so, so very passionate. I don't think I'm going to decide any time soon. I'm going to enjoy them both while I can.
For now, sleep. I'll make them breakfast in the morning. They'll love that I'm sure—they've certainly worked up an appetite.
5
Miles
Aw man, my head feels like shit… What time is it? How late did we stay out? Oh fuck! I've got to be at work soon!
I sit up abruptly and realize where exactly I am. My head is a little fuzzy and it's kind of hard to work out but I'm in bed with someone… wait, who…?
"Mark?" I shout, shocked to wake up with Mark, I mean, Alyssa…she was here—I remember waking up in the night next to her, but what happened? Where is she now?
Why am I in bed, naked, with my best friend? And how come he gets to wear underwear?
What is going on?!
"Miles?!" Mark shouts back as he wakes up, "Where's Alyssa?" he adds, jumping out of the bed when he realizes that I'm naked.
We panic for a moment, unsure of what happened. The memories are fuzzy, but I know they'll be back soon—I mean how could you forget a whole night?
Alyssa… she brought us back to her place, and we were all together, kissing and fooling around. It was hot…but Mark was there. All three of us, together? Did we all…?
A heavenly smell drifts in from the kitchen, and I can't even think about what it's coming from because it just smells so good.
"You boys want breakfast yet?" Alyssa calls to us from the kitchen.
We look at each other, then rush
to grab some clothes. We only have what we wore last night, so we end up just throwing on our jeans. We hurry into her kitchen, and she turns around to us, appraising our bare torsos and making us feel a little bit like pieces of meat.
"And I thought these pancakes looked tasty." she says.
"Oh my god." Mark says, as we get a chance to look at Alyssa.
She's wearing a large t-shirt and what appears to be nothing else as she stands over a pan making pancakes.
"You boys hungry?" she asks, a sassy grin on her face.
"Yes." we both say at the same time, sitting down at the small breakfast bar in her kitchen.
"Should be ready in just a moment," she says, turning back to her pan.
"So, last night, huh?" I say nonchalantly, trying to bring up some memories.
"Oh, I know! You guys were wild." Alyssa smiles, sighing to herself.
Mark and I look at each other, a little nervously.
"I barely remember, I mean I was a little drunk… but I just remember feeling incredible. I mean, last night…you guys, the sex was phenomenal!"
Our eyes widen in a moment of panic as the memories suddenly come flooding back to me, and the look on Mark's face says he’s remembering too.
I remember bare skin everywhere, clothes just thrown all around the room, rolling around with Alyssa, but Mark was there too! Whenever Alyssa was on me, Mark was always behind her…and if I was behind Alyssa, she was on top of Mark…
I had a threesome with my best friend and some random girl from our work.
But… thinking about it, I don't think I've cum like that, ever. It was so, so good. And what scares me is I don't know if it was just her! What if having Mark there as well, somehow…no…I mean, we didn't, I don't think…what if having him there made me better, made me try harder to please Alyssa?
We both shake our heads at the same time, which leads me to believe we were thinking the same thing…I think.
"Wait…what time is it? What about work?" Mark asked suddenly, changing the subject.
