by Lily Love
As if reading her mind, Brad tried to calm her down. “I promise it’ll be okay, Megan. We’re just looking for a little fun. Nothing to be afraid of.”
Ethan jumped in. “Absolutely. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. You say the word and it’s over.”
That was reassuring. Megan wiggled out of Ethan’s grasp and his face fell a little. She walked around the counter to her desk and grabbed her work keys. She walked past Ethan and Brad to the main doors and proceeded to lock and deadbolt themselves in. She certainly didn’t want other patrons walking in on them. She flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” and took a deep breath. This was her last chance to change her mind. She couldn’t believe she was agreeing to this. A threesome was unimaginable for someone as boring as Megan, but that was exactly why she wanted to do it. She needed to break up the monotony of her life. Two attractive guys were offering to help her do that. She decided she would be a fool if she didn’t take them up on their offer.
With a single nod of her head, Megan walked back to where they were standing and stated matter-of-factly, “Okay, boys. I’m in.”
Ethan and Brad, clearly pleased, turned to one another and high-fived. Megan laughed. Ethan, taking the lead, reached for her hand and led her over to one of the large study tables in the middle of the room with Brad trailing behind. Ethan snaked his hand over her shoulder and behind her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.
His lips were soft, but firm. He took his time licking her lips and nipping at them before slipping his tongue inside her mouth. She felt his free hand wrap around her waist and settle onto her back. He skated his fingertips under her blouse and lightly tickled the skin right at the waistband of her jeans. A moan escaped her lips and Ethan deepened the kiss. With each passing second, the passion inside her grew.
Suddenly, Ethan pulled away. Confused, Megan opened her eyes to see him stepping back and Brad taking his place.
“Where are the light switches,” Ethan asked, “It’s a little too bright in here.”
It took a moment for Megan’s brain to catch up to what was happening. She could only point him in the right direction because Brad’s mouth was on hers. She closed her eyes again, wanting to feel the difference in the way they kissed. Instantly, his hands went to her butt and Megan decided he was an ass man. Where Ethan was tender and thoughtful, Brad was powerful. He seemed to be just as hungry and needing as she was. He became more confident as her body responded to his. Brad’s hands roamed her body and his kisses became more forceful.
He broke the kiss and Megan’s eyes flitted open. She saw that the room was noticeably darker, but was still able to clearly see both Ethan and Brad. Without a sound, Brad reached for the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up over her head. His eyes raked over her chest and he looked pleased.
Ethan walked up next to them and nodded, “Mmmm, those look tasty.” They both clearly liked the red lace bra she had purposefully chosen earlier that day.
The compliment made Megan blush. Ethan stepped behind her. Brad started kissing her again as Ethan unhooked her bra. He let it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. From behind, Ethan massaged her breasts and played with her nipples while he sucked on her neck.
Megan felt pings of arousal shoot from all over her body to the place that was getting wetter by the second. She wrapped her arms around Brad’s neck, pushing her ass into Ethan’s rock hard cock. Instinctively, his hands went to her waist and guided them as she rocked back and forth, grinding her hips into his. Brad’s hands replaced Ethan’s on her breasts and took over teasing them.
Ethan unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. Slowly, he slid them down, exposing her red lace panties. He groaned at the sight of them and knelt down to finish taking off her jeans. Lightly touching the lace with his fingertips, he ran his finger from her hips and down her thigh, circling back up and resting in between her legs.
“Oh, Meg. You’re awfully wet for us,” Ethan said.
“Is that right, Ethan,” Brad asked with a grin.
“Feel for yourself.”
Brad traced his fingers down her chest, over her left breast and nipple, and down her stomach and hips until they touched the increasingly wet spot.
“Mmmm, I can feel it through the lace. We really turn you on, huh?” Brad looked her straight in the eye, obviously expecting her to respond.
She nodded and Brad trailed his hand back up her body.
“How much?” Ethan wanted to know. When she didn’t respond after a minute, he slid his hand inside her panties. She took a sharp intake of breath when she felt his fingers start to slowly massage her clit. “Answer the question, baby. How much do we turn you on?”
Ethan continued to finger her wetness as Brad trailed his tongue from her neck to her nipple. He took it in his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip. He then sucked on it at the same time Ethan slipped a single finger deep inside her.
“Oh, God. So much,” Megan finally managed to get out. Everything felt so incredible. She surprised herself with how quickly she was able to relax and enjoy what was happening. Why did this feel so natural? She had no idea, but didn’t want to think about it anymore. It had been so long since she had felt like this. She just wanted to close her eyes and enjoy every second.
Ethan went to the large table next to them and started to move the chairs out of the way. As he did that, Brad lifted Megan and sat her on the table.
“Lay back,” he commanded while he lifted his shirt over his head. His chest was covered in dark hair that trickled down his stomach and disappeared into his faded jeans. His muscles flexed with every movement he made. Megan did as she was told, but propped herself up on her elbows so she could admire Brad’s incredible body. His fingers moved to the button on his jeans and her eyes followed them.
When Ethan returned, Brad was standing in just his boxers. It was Ethan’s turn to undress now. Brad trailed his fingers up Megan’s body until he stood at her head. He tickled her nipples as she watched Ethan strip naked except for his black boxer briefs.
Ethan was the opposite of Brad in so many ways. Though equally sexy, he gave off a more groomed look. His chest was smooth and showed off his defined abs. His legs were solid and strong, which led Megan to think he may be a runner. She was tempted to ask, but decided against it.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed in desire and signaled that foreplay was over. She lay flat on her back and looked up at Brad. He looked just as ready as Ethan. The boys looked at one another as they silently decided who would do what. Megan closed her eyes, leaving them to figure out the logistics. She just wanted to relax and enjoy herself.
“You ready, Meg,” Ethan wanted to know as his impressively thick erection sprang from his boxer briefs. She nodded and he grabbed her legs and pulled until her butt was at the edge of the table where he stood. She wrapped her legs around Ethan’s waist and pulled him close. Ethan excitedly welcomed the invitation, rolled on a condom, and thrust inside of her.
“Oh,” Megan screamed out.
Ethan stopped and looked over at Brad. Clearly, both men were concerned.
Somewhat quietly, Brad asked, “Meg, are you okay?”
“God, yes! Keep going!”
They laughed and Ethan pushed his cock inside of her again. He hit a good rhythm and pumped in and out of her as she moaned and cried out. Brad, wanting to join in on the action, stepped to her side and sucked on her nipples.
The mixture of Ethan’s large dick thrusting inside of her combined with the magic, Brad was working on her chest was too much for Megan to handle. She could feel her muscles tightening and silently cursed herself for getting there so quickly. She wanted to enjoy the ecstasy longer.
“Oh, baby,” Ethan grunted, “You feel so amazing!”
That was all it took. With a final thrust, Megan was pushed over the edge. She screamed out in pleasure and Ethan finished quickly after. He leaned over and kissed her stomach as he slid out of her.
“Oh my,” she s
ighed, “That was amazing.”
“It’s not over yet,” Brad chuckled. Megan’s eyes widened and Brad continued, “I have to have my turn.”
Ethan stepped out of the way and went to dispose of the condom. Brad got on his knees and settled between Megan’s legs. She watched him, confused at what he was doing.
“I want to taste you cumming before I feel it on my cock.”
Brad spread her lips apart and licked her up and down. He sucked on her clit, causing Megan to arch her back. He stuck his tongue deep inside and flicked it. Ethan was back and bent to kiss her. He grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth and Megan thought she was going to lose her mind. These two men were completely focused on her pleasure. She had never been more aroused in her life. Her moans were muffled as she kissed Ethan.
When Ethan finally gave her a minute to breath, she realized she was close to the edge again.
“Brad, I’m so close,” she whispered.
Brad stood and quickly put on a condom. He was then inside and pounding her harder than she had ever experienced before. Ethan stood behind her head and watched while pulling on her nipples.
Suddenly, Brad grabbed her hands and told her to get up. She stood and Brad turned her around.
“Bend over, baby,” Brad said as he turned her around to face the desk.
She bent over the table, stabilizing herself with her hands. He entered her once more and started pumping. Amazed at how easily he was able to stimulate her g-spot, she pushed her hips to meet Brad’s every thrust.
“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah,” Brad yelled as they both approached their climax.
Megan felt her muscles clench and release a final time as she spiraled out of control. Brad finished with her and collapsed on top of her. Both of them were out of breath and covered in sweat.
Completely exhausted and satisfied, Megan couldn’t do anything but giggle. She had never felt so incredible or exhilarated. She had no idea she had that in her.
“Sexy librarian indeed,” Ethan chuckled.
“Have fun,” Brad asked, sliding out of her.
Megan stood and faced the two men. “Wow. That’s all I can say. I had no idea it could be that good. Honestly.”
They all began searching for their clothes. They casually chatted while they dressed, which caught Megan off guard. She expected things to be awkward after having a threesome. What would you even say after doing something like that? She was surprised. The three of them were able to laugh and talk as if they were three friends shooting the breeze.
When everyone was dressed and put back together, Megan unlocked the doors and let them out. She hugged Brad and then Ethan, thanking them both for a great night.
As they were exiting, Ethan asked over his shoulder, “Same time next week?”
***
Megan’s head fell out of her hand and she woke with a start. She had drooled a little on her desk and she looked around to see if anyone had caught her snoozing at work.
The handsome man was still at the table facing her, typing away on his laptop.
Her face turned a deep shade of red as she made eye contact with the man she just had her sex dream about. Oh God, what if she had been moaning? Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. What was wrong with her?
She watched as the man stood and slowly walked to her desk. He smiled at her as he approached and she wiped away the remaining drool by her hand. Megan looked up into his dark blue eyes when he finally stopped in front of her.
“Hey, can I get the Wi-Fi password? I can’t finish my work without internet.”
“Sure, it’s Bill Shakespeare with no caps or spaces.”
She waited for him to ask her about the book she was reading or at least call her out about sleeping on the job. But he didn’t. He simply thanked her and turned to go back to his seat.
Megan sighed, disappointed that her fantasy would remain just that. She picked up where she had left off as her thoughts returned to Ethan and Brad.
Cabin Foursome
“Everything is packed,” Bree calls out. Her voice can be heard all the way in the living room of the apartment where her roommate and best friend Matt is waiting.
“Thank goodness,” he says as Bree drags her over-packed duffle bag into the living room, “We’re going to be late, Alex and Heidi left an hour ago. Heidi texted me from the road.”
Matt and Bree were roommates after college, but had simply remained friends, much to Matt’s dismay. He would never admit it out loud, but he is in love with Bree and had been since senior year. It’s one of those unfortunate situations. Halfway through sophomore year, Alex and Heidi started dating and they’d been inseparable ever since.
“It’ll be fine!” Bree’s endless enthusiasm and lack of urgency is one of the reasons that Matt has been friends with her since college. She balances out his Type-A tendencies.
He picks up her bag and heads to the front door. “What did you pack in that thing? You know we’re only staying for a weekend, right?”
“You can never be too prepared,” she says, upbeat. They climb into Matt’s truck and begin the drive to their cozy cabin in the woods.
The weekend is the sixth anniversary of their friendship and the four friends decided to go up to a lakeside cabin and spend time with each other, something that had been so hard to do especially because of the demand of their jobs.
Despite leaving late, Matt and Bree make it to the cabin first. They pull into the driveway and get the key from under the ceramic frog by the front door. The rental agent placed the key there the day before. Matt drags the suitcases into the cabin and puts the beers in the fridge. He and Bree brought the alcohol, Alex and Heidi were bringing the food for the weekend.
Matt walks back out to the living room where Bree is sprawled on the couch, two chilly beers in his hand. Her long, bare legs hang over the edge of the couch, hardly covered by her tiny shorts. He gulps and clears his throat.
“Matt,” Bree raises her head and beckons him to her. He hands her a bottle and sits in the chair across from the couch. “Thanks,” she says and takes a sip, “I didn’t realize there wouldn’t be air conditioning in her, it’s rather warm.” She presses the bottle against her slim neck and runs it down her clavicle. Matt watches the path of the bottle and his gaze rests on the cleavage that Bree’s tank top displays.
“Yeah, it is hot,” Matt agrees.
Bree sighs and adjusts her shirt, exposing more cleavage. Matt’s gaze dips down. “Matt,” Bree squeals, “Are you looking at my boobs?”
“Uh,” Matt is speechless; he didn’t think Bree would notice how his gaze dropped. He looks away quickly.
Bree grins. “It’s okay, Matt. You can look.” He looks back up and Bree is holding her breasts. He knows that she is joking around as she shakes them in his direction. She pushes the strap of her tank top down, and Matt gulps. He is used to this type of behavior from Bree, she’s a total flirt. But something about today is different. Today, Matt feels brave.
“Only look? What if I want to touch?” Bree looks shocked. Her eyebrows raise and her hands fall away from her breasts. Matt stands up from his chair and crosses the room to where Bree is reclining. “What if I touch you, Bree?”
Bree’s mouth falls open just slightly and her tongue darts out over her puffy lower lip. She doesn’t say anything but she spreads her legs wide and raises an eyebrow, as if she is daring him to do something.
Matt reaches down and runs his fingers against the inside of her thigh on the edge of her shorts. She gasps and takes hold of his wrist. “Do that again.” He obliges and runs his fingers up and down slowly, barely touching her, simply skimming over the cloth. She leans back and her lips part. Her hands go to the bottom of her shirt and she pulls it over her head and tosses it to the floor.
Matt wiggles his fingers into the space between her skin and her shorts and he is met with bare, wet skin. She isn’t wearing underwear. He presses the pad of his finger against her clit and she jerks.
“Take off your shorts and your bra.” He orders calmly. He watches as she pulls her pants down her legs, exposing her shaved pussy. She then unclips her bra and lets it fall off her shoulders. His fingers return to her pussy, he circles her clit once before sliding his fingers into her soaking pussy. Her hands go to her breasts, squeezing and teasing the nipple as he pumps his fingers in and out of her soaking hole.
She moans loudly and cums hard around his fingers. Her pussy is a velvety warm vice, squeezing his digits. “More,” she moans, “more.” He continues to play with her, drawing moans from her lips and making her wriggle against the couch.
Matt pulls his fingers from her pussy for a moment and she looks up at him, annoyed. He pulls his shirt off and drops it to the floor and then slides his fingers back into her wanting pussy. He scoots down the couch and dips his head between Bree’s long legs, tasting her juices.
If they weren’t so busy, then they would have heard the door open. They would have heard Heidi call “Bree! Matt! We’re here!” But they didn’t. They did hear Heidi’s gasp as she entered the living room and saw Matt’s head buried between Bree’s long legs.
“Fuck,” Bree shouts when she sees Heidi in the doorway. She pulls Matt’s head up and he turns around, his eyes wide. Alex, hearing the commotion, enters the living room from the kitchen.
“Well hello,” he says, his eyes taking in Bree’s naked body.
“Um, sorry about that,” Matt says uncomfortably. He hands Bree his discarded shirt and she goes to cover herself.
“Don’t apologize,” Heidi says with a smile.
Bree notices the glimmer in Alex’s eyes.
“Do… you want to join us,” Bree asks.
Nobody is sure whether or not she’s joking, and a moment of silence ensues.
Alex looks to Heidi for a reaction. Heidi looks back and arches her brow. She’s clearly considering it.
You can see the delight on Alex’s face.
