by Frank Downey
Sophia smiled at him and said, "Warren, only if you also want to sleep with mine."
Crash looked at Jessie. "You guys are serious about this."
"Jason, only if all of us want to do it. If one of you says no, then we don't. If anyone feels uncomfortable with this, then we don't."
"Jess, let's go start in on the dishes. Let the boys discuss this for a bit." The girls walked into the kitchen.
Warren and Crash just looked at each other a bit. Then they broke into broad grins. "You gotta admit, it sounds intriguing." Crash said.
"Intriguing? It sounds like something you'd read at www dot sexxxxxxxstories dot com." Crash cracked up laughing. Warren continued, "I guess I just wonder how it will affect our relationships if we do go through with it."
"Yeah. I think Sophia and you wouldn't have a problem, nor would Jess and I. I think we're all secure enough to have a little fun and not get our feathers ruffled."
"OK, but you agreed with me."
"Actually, I was thinking about us. Are you going to be looking at me in twenty years when you and Soph are old and fat and have twelve kids and be thinking 'that asshole slept with my wife'"?
"Naaaah. Not if we all agree to this. I'd only be thinking that if you snuck behind my back, if Sophia was cheating, know what I mean?"
"You wouldn't consider this cheating."
"If I agree, how can she be cheating?"
"Good point."
Warren sighed. "The biggest problem I have with the whole thing is my basic insecurity."
"Aaaah. Well, from what I've heard from Jess, Sophia says you're in the Lovemaking Hall Of Fame, so I wouldn't worry about it. I know I'm good, so I won't worry about it either." Warren cracked up at that. "Listen, if we do this, we're going to have fun, and then Sophia is going to go back to her true love, the one that satisfies her in every way-which is you. And Jess is going to do the same."
"Yeah. What the hell. The relationships here are strong, right?"
"And I got to say that Sophia has the best set of tits I have ever seen."
"Right. And Jess has legs that won't quit."
"Right. You grab mine and I'll grab yours?"
"Right." They got up from the table and marched into the kitchen. Jason marched up to Sophia, spun her around, and planted a kiss on her lips. Warren approached Jessie from the rear, wrapped his arms around her waist, and started nibbling on her neck.
"Hmmmmm," Jessie purred. "Soph, I do believe the boys have come around."
Sophia broke the kiss with Jason. "Oh, they sure have." She grabbed Jason's hand, looked back at Jess and Warren, and said, "Last one in the bedroom has to sleep in the wet spot!"
"Ground rules," Jess said as they walked. "Nobody but me gets fed grapes by Jay."
"Fine, I hate grapes. Nobody dances with Warren except me."
"Fine, I don't dance."
"And, Jessica Reidel, you'd better return him undamaged!"
"Ah, you spoil all my fun."
They entered the bedroom. Jason and Warren looked at the dividing screen, looked at each other, and folded it up. "I don't think this is necessary," Warren quipped. Then he led Jessie to his bed, while Crash and Sophie went to the other one.
Jessie plopped on the bed, and Warren grabbed her in his arms, and kissed her, deeply. She clung to his shoulders. He broke the kiss, and quickly reached for the bottom of Jessie's shirt, and lifted it off. She wasn't wearing a bra. Warren zeroed right in on her breasts, nibbling and sucking on them.
"Waitaminnit, Prep Stud," Jessie said. She undid her jeans and they, and her panties, were quickly off. Then she tugged at Warren's belt, and he helped her get his pants and then his shirt off.
"Now, sir, you are free to go back to what you were doing before. In fact, I insist."
"Gladly". He went back to her tits with his tounge, and reached down and slipped one finger, then two, into her sopping wet pussy.
"Hello, my dear," he quipped to her, "Is that Lake Erie in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?" Jessie cracked up laughing. Jessie wasn't as vocally demonstrative as Sophia, but she was vocal, letting Warren know with a series of rumbles and purrs and low moans that she was enjoying herself. "Oh FUCK!" she finally let out, before she started spasming on the bed as she gently bit Warren on the shoulder.
"You weren't kidding about the fangs, she-devil," Warren said.
"Damn right. And the claws come later. Right now, I got another use for these fangs." And she slipped down and took his dick in her mouth.
Warren supposed comparisons were inevitable, because this was unlike any blow job he had ever had. Not better, not worse, just different, and very good. Jess was, as he had always suspected, an animal. She put his dick in her mouth and just devoured it. He came, very fast, and very hard.
Jess crawled up beside him as he caught his breath. "Jesus Christ, Jess, is it still attached?"
She giggled and looked down. "Yup. I think he needs a bit of a rest, however."
"That's fine, because it's my turn." But before Warren could move, they heard Sophia in the other bed, with her customary siren wailing. Warren froze for a minute.
Jess looked at him with concern. "You all right? I forgot how loud she is."
Warren smiled at her. "I'm fine. It was just a little weird. I'm used to that scream being close enough to perforate my eardrum."
Jess laughed. "You want I should ratchet up the volume some so they'll know we're having as much fun as they are?"
Warren laughed back. "Only if you feel the need, Jess." And he crawled down between her legs.
And it was Jess's turn to make a little comparison. Cunnilingus was not Jason's favorite thing to do in bed. He'd do it if he was in the mood, and was good at it, but not like this.
"Warren, this is... mmmmmmm... fantastic."
He continued, while Jess lied back and enjoyed it. "nnnnnngggg... aaaaaaaahhhh... oh my fucking head, Warren, you are fucking good at this." She wrapped her legs around his head, and pulled him in closer. "FUCK... FUCK... FUCK... OH MY FUCKING HEAD!" she screamed, as she came.
Warren looked up at her and laughed. "Well, I'd say that was plenty loud enough." And went back to what he was doing. Jessie looked down at him, incredulously, and said, "You're not done?"
"One is never enough, that's my motto. You have any objections?"
"Not on your fucking life," she sighed happily, and Warren went back between her legs. One became two, then three, then four, before Warren was finally done. He crawled up next to Jess, who was still gasping and shaking.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Warren, if pussy-lapping were an Olympic sport, you'd have the damn gold medal all sewn up. Fuck. Sophie said you were good, but I had no fucking idea."
Warren just laughed. "Glad you enjoyed yourself."
She eyed him speculatively. "C'mere, Prep Stud," and she pulled him on top of her. "Fuck me." So he did.
And, a few minutes later, as she started cumming, he found out something. No, she wasn't screaming-she was growling-but she showed her pleasure another way. She bit down on his neck, while her fingernails dug into his back. After he had cum-accompanied by another from her-he collapsed next to her.
"Fangs and claws, for sure."
"Huh?"
"When you came the first time, you gouged my back. And bit my neck."
"I guess I did." She looked at his neck. "Oh shit, Warren, I think I gave you a hickey."
Warren just laughed. Jess snuggled up to him and said, "Warren, I am so glad we did this."
"Yeah, I have to admit I am, too. You are a She-Devil, Jess, no doubt about it." They heard more screams from the other bed. "There goes Mount Sophia, erupting again." The both cracked up laughing.
Jess looked at Warren. "Since we don't know if we're ever going to do this again, you up for more?"
"Well, at the moment, I am not up, as should be plainly apparent"-Jess laughed-"but if you let me rest a bit, I'll see what I can do."
They actually kept it up for a couple more hours.
They all knew that this was probably a one-time thing, and wanted to get as much in as they could.
At one point, Warren was kneeling on the bed, doing Jess from behind, and Sophia was on top of Jason, straddling him from the top, and Warren and Sophia's eyes caught one another from across the room. And, when they looked at each other, there was no resentment, no jealousy-just love, gratitude, and a not inconsiderable amount of lust. Sophia winked at Warren, and he responded by licking his lips. They both giggled, then went back to what they were doing.
"Whatcha laughin' at, Prep Stud?" Jess asked.
"Sophie's on top of Jay, and she just winked at me." Jess herself laughed at that.
When they were finally done, collapsed on the bed exhausted, Sophia's voice came wafting across the room.
"Jess?"
"Hmmmmmm?"
"You want we should switch beds back before we go to sleep?"
"I am currently incapable of moving my legs, so that idea is not feasible."
Sophia just laughed. "Come to think of it, you're right. Good enough. 'Night, guys."
"Good night."
Warren and Jessie curled up around each other, and went to sleep.
Chapter 42 - The Experiment Bites Back
Warren woke up. The first, barely coherent, thought he had was that he was clutching a breast. The second, slightly more coherent thought was "Did Sophie lose a cup size somewhere?" The third, now completely coherent, thought was-this isn't Sophie's tit I'm squeezing. It's Jessie's.
I'm in bed with Jessie. We slept together last night. I slept with my girlfriend's best friend. And she slept with my best friend.
And I still can't believe we did it.
Warren got out of bed, since he had to pee. He managed to disengage himself from Jess, despite her still-asleep moans of protest, and headed to the bathroom. He checked the clock-5:30. He didn't think they had wound it down the previous night until, like, 2:00. Three and a half hours was not enough sleep. He really should go back to bed.
He looked at Jess, lying on the bed. Then looked at Sophia, all curled up with Crash. He looked at Jess again, looked at the bed, looked at the space he had just been lying in. And turned toward the dufflebag he had brought with him. He pulled out a teeshirt and a pair of sweatpants and the Dostoevsky book he was in the middle of. He pulled on the clothes, glanced back at the three people still in bed, and walked out of the bedroom. He went into the kitchen, brewed some coffee, poured himself a cup, and headed out to the front porch outside the cabin.
He looked out at the gorgeous sunrise over the lake, and sighed. Then he picked up his Dostoevsky and pretended to read it.
It was close to three hours later when the next person woke up. It was Jessie. She rousted herself, and wondered where Warren was. Ah, she thought, the culinary marvel is probably out in the kitchen preparing the breakfast of all time. Shoulda waited for me. I'll catch up with him in a bit.
She crept over to the other bed, leaned over Sophia, and gave Crash a big wet kiss. As his eyes fluttered open, she grinned and said, "Hi, Big Boy, was it good for you, too?" Crash woke up and burst out laughing, which woke Sophia. She looked up at Jess leering at her, and laughed herself.
"Morning, Jess. Morning, Jason." Jason kissed her on the cheek.
Jessie looked at Sophia and asked, "Is he still functional? All the parts still work and everything?"
"Last time I checked, everything was in working order, but I'll let you do the final inspection." She sat up, and peered around Jessie. "So, where's mine?"
"Dunno. I just woke up, and he was gone. I figure he's out in the kitchen inventing Eggs a la Warren, or something."
Sophia giggled, and reached in her bag and pulled out a bra and a set of panties, and her long robe. She put on the bra and panties, and got off the bed. Jessica zoomed past her and replaced her in the bed with Jason, giggling. Sophie smiled, put on her robe, and went out into the kitchen.
"Warren?" He wasn't in the kitchen, and he wasn't in the bathroom. She looked in the living room-no Warren. She went back in the bedroom.
"Guys, Warren's gone."
"Did you check the porch?" Jessie asked.
She went out to the porch, and then came back in. "Guys, he was there-his book and an empty coffee cup are out there-but there's no Warren. I'm worried."
"The car's not gone, is it?" Crash asked.
"No. I hope not, since he doesn't have his license yet."
Crash had a brainstorm. "Soph, go check down by the lake, on the dock or something. Warren's told me before that being around water helps him think."
"You're right." She hustled out of the bedroom and then out the front door. She walked down the little path through the trees that led to the lakefront. And there, sitting on the dock, staring out into the lake, was Warren.
"Snugglebear?"
Warren looked up, and gave her a half-smile. "Morning, Pookie."
"I was worried. I didn't know where you were."
"Sorry. I couldn't sleep. I was out on the porch, attempting to muddle through Dostoevsky, but I'm too incoherent in the morning to handle him. So I decided to come down and watch the sun rise over the lake."
"Too bad I missed it. Sounds romantic."
"Very beautiful. I like sunrises, I'm just not enough of a morning person to see them often."
Sophia smiled, and sat on the dock next to him. She put her arms around him and gave him a hug-and he stiffened-just slightly, but she felt it.
"Warren, is anything wrong?"
"No, Pookie, everything's fine." But he was still stiff, and his arms were making no effort to return her embrace, as they normally would have.
"Sure?"
"Sure."
She stood up, "Well, then, why don't you come on up? I can help you make breakfast. Besides which, I think Jess wants to thank you for last night-she was very impressed." And the minute she said it, she realized she had said the wrong thing, because she saw the muscles in his back clench, and heard him take a deep breath.
But he turned to her with a half-smile and said, "No, Pookie, you go on up. I'm not hungry. I'll be up in a little while."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'll be there in a bit."
"OK." Sophia turned away from Warren, and climbed the path to the cabin, and practically ran through the front door. She found Jess and Crash on the couch.
"Didja find the Prep Stud?" Jessie cracked.
"Yeah, I found him."
"Is he coming in?"
"No. Not right now anyway."
Jess and Crash looked at each other. "Where is he?" Jess asked.
"Down on the dock, by the lake. Looking like he wants to throw himself in." Sophia was close to tears by this point. "I couldn't get him to come back here. I gave him a hug and he stiffened. I made a joke about coming up here so Jess could thank him for last night and he really stiffened. I asked him if anything was wrong, and he said no, but there is."
"Oh, shit," Jessie said. "Regrets?"
"Yeah, I think so," Sophia asked.
"Want I should go talk to him?"
"I don't know if that would help, or hurt."
"Let me give it a try." She ran in the bedroom, threw on some clothes, and headed down to the dock.
"Hey, Prep Stud!"
"Hiya, Jess."
She sat down next to him. "So, did you have fun last night?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "It certainly was different. I gotta admit, Jess, you're something else."
"And you are very, very good." She kissed him on the cheek. "Now, tell me, what happened this morning."
"Huh?"
"You woke up, saw the rearranged sleeping arrangements, and got out of the bedroom like a rocket, didn't you?"
Warren sighed. "Please don't take offense to this, Jess, but I woke up snuggling the wrong girl this morning. I got up to go pee, and it was only 5:30, and I should have gone back to bed. I went back in the bedroom, and saw you where Sophie should be, and I got out of there."
"Wel
l, we all just kind of passed out where we were," Jess said.
"I know, I know... it was just..." he faltered. "Look, Jess, don't get me wrong. I had a blast last night. It was great; you were great. But the only thing that's been running through my mind all morning is, 'Oh my God, I slept with my girlfriend's best friend. How could I do that?' over and over again."
"Hey, she slept with your best friend, too. And she gave you permission."
"The first part does not help, and the second part doesn't seem to matter so much anymore. I thought it would be OK. I was wrong."
"Oh, shit, Warren, now I feel horrible, since this was all my idea."
"I agreed to it, Jess."
"Yeah, but I can't help but think that we pushed you."
"I agreed."
Jessie sighed. "Warren, I don't know what to do or say right now. Look, I love Jason with all my heart and soul. I wouldn't trade him for anything." She took a deep breath. "But the reason I came up with this idea is that I wanted a night with you, just one night, and I wanted it in the worst way, and I was willing to share Jason with Sophia to get it." Warren looked at her, startled. "Now, I also knew that Jason wanted a night with Sophia, in the worst way, and would be willing to share me with you to get it. But it was selfish, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry you regret it. I never meant to hurt you."
"Jess, do you regret it?"
"If you're this upset by it, of course I regret it."
"Forget that. Outside of that, do you regret it?"
She looked him dead in the eye. "Not for a fucking second. Now, I say that knowing that Jason doesn't have a problem with it. I'd never jeopardize what we have together, and I never would have wanted to jeopardize what you and Soph have, either. But if you weren't out here having second thoughts, I'd be jumping for joy. You, my dear Prep Stud, are a legend, especially with that tongue of yours. Shit, Sophie should rent you out-you guys would make a mint."
Warren cracked a smile at that. Then got serious again. "Jess, why am I the only one having regrets?"
"I can't answer that, because I don't know what's going through your mind."
"Fair enough, so tell me what's going through your mind. Tell me what you thought of last night."
