She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  “Here we go!” she exclaimed. “Let the games begin!” And thus she spun the bottle, which after a while, stopped to point at Dave and Jordan.

  “Truth or dare?” it was Dave who asked the athlete. The dark haired man considered his options for a few moments, and uttered “dare” as a response. Dave looked thoughtful. “I dare you to… waltz with Sam,” he said simply.

  “You can’t waltz with this beat!” Sam objected immediately.

  “That’s what makes it a challenge,” Dave said with a wink, and after a shared glance, the two ‘victims’ of the dare rose to their feet and made their awkward way to one another. Sam pursed her lips so she wouldn’t laugh as Jordan put a subtle hand on her hip, while the other was searching for hers. When their fingers met, Sam felt another wave of memories flow over her, but she recovered quickly, grabbing Jordan’s hand determinately and pushing them to move into a set rhythm. But, of course, 80s disco music made sure to confuse their moves unimaginably, and so they kept on trying and failing to waltz, while holding back laughter, until Dave came over and pushed them a little close together.

  “The might help you keep balance,” he jokingly instructed. “I’m no dancer, but you’re definitely doing something wrong.”

  Jordan sighed in exasperation. “Show us, then, how to get it right, won’t you?”

  Dave shook his head, but joined them in on the dance nonetheless. He attempted to hold Sam by the hip as well, but in his drunken state he slightly miscalculated the location, and instead his palm ended up flat on her butt.

  “Oh, I apologize,” he mumbled but also laughed a bit, jerking his hand away, but then he curiously retrieved it to its previous and forbidden spot, only to remark: “You have to have been working out, though!”

  Sam blushed but did not pull away. She did not say anything. She was far too drunk to even make sense of what was happening, or that’s what she told herself.

  “Feel it, Jordan,” Dave suggested as though it was the most natural thing in the world what he was doing, and Jordan did not even appear skeptical as he reached over and did as instructed. Sam felt her cheeks burning, and she began to realize that Jordan’s touch and closeness had not lost their charm, as she felt the burning was no longer limited to her cheeks, and that it in places was now also complemented by wet. She wore a tight, red dress that only made it more difficult to breathe in the current state, but she dared not move. If anything was to happen with Jordan again, this was her shot.

  Very uncharacteristically and bravely, she thought, she moved her fingers to her own back and very suggestively attempted to reach her zipper. Of course, she could have easily gotten out of her dress within moments had she wanted to, but she did want to be able to back out of her plan were the men completely uninterested by her sudden, unexpected proposal.

  She saw them share a look as it became obvious what she was doing, and then saw them exchange a small nod, before Jordan spun her around very briskly, causing her to catch her breath in surprise, and then slowly went on to undo her zipper. A few moments later, the dress met the ground and Samantha stood there, in her underwear, facing away from the two men. Her heart raced and thundered in her chest as her burning desire for Jordan was revived, but to add Dave into the picture felt all the more exciting as well as it was new. She felt she would burst out of anticipation of what was to follow. She no longer felt shy at all, and driven by her strong, sudden arousal, she breathed out a very quiet moan.

  The two men behind her had now received all the encouragement they needed. Sam felt a hand stroking her bare back very gently, and then another, and the fact that she could not determine which was whose made her feel that there wasn’t, and never had been anything sexier than this. She allowed herself to enjoy the feeling for a few more moments, before turning around to face the two men. Both their gazes were fixed firmly on her, watching her every minimal movement, and suddenly, she felt the weak echo of a primal fear within her, being undressed in front of two strong and clearly dominant males. She was at their mercy, and their eyes were hungry.

  Her eyes sought and found something familiar; Jordan. Almost automatically, she brought her hand up so that her fingers would lightly brush his torso, but as she felt Dave’s firm hand move against her skin, her uncertainty changed character, turning into a feeling of excitement. She locked eyes with the unfamiliar, the voracity in his eyes now mirrored in hers, as suddenly risen as the fear had, the intense spark in her gaze growing hot as his eyes recognized her, and his lips were pressed against hers.

  Samantha took the time to focus on the feeling. It was, in a way, fascinating; every time. Getting to know someone through the dance of their mouths, the rhythm and the gentleness, the force behind the subtlest brush of a tongue, the hitched breaths and little moans. Before she could get too carried away, though, she fluttered her eyes open, and through a corner she saw Jordan watching them intently, his face very close, having set a hand on each of them. Sam smiled into Dave’s lips before pulling away, and very sharply and precisely closing the distance that kept her parted from Jordan, catching him slightly unprepared, but the familiarity of the lips had him respond eagerly, and without delay. As she pressed even closer against him, she felt his already hard bulge against the soft front of her hips, and it took her only a moment to think of Dave, and breaking away from the kiss, a hand still clutching the front of Jordan’s shirt, she went on to pay the blond man similar attention, giving him a seductive glance as her hand went on to stroke his arousal through the thick layer of jeans.

  The woman didn’t think much when she dropped on her knees. She was a little dizzy, but she knew exactly what it was she was doing, and as he undid first the belt, then the zipper and finally the jeans altogether, she felt perhaps the strongest wave of mixed arousal and confidence she’d ever felt, all through her body. “She’s incredible at sucking cock,” she heard Jordan’s voice say from behind the blond, tall man who was now in front of her, though she struggled half-consciously to put together when exactly he’d relocated himself there, and as she traced her fingers lightly over Dave’s ass, her hand met Jordan’s, and she looked up to meet his eye. He was smiling that seductive half-grin she knew too well.

  Sam felt Dave’s knees weaken for a split second as she went on to graze the tips of her nails lightly over the freshly shaven skin of his pelvis, and she moved forward enough so that her breath would reach his aching member while still warm. He impatiently tried to reach her lips, but she only giggled lightly. “Is someone in a rush?” she sounded both sweet and sexy at the time, a combination that completely captivated both the men’s attention.

  Dave began to nod, but then breathed out a “yes.”

  “Really?” Sam easily followed, her eyes darting from one man to another, watching Jordan press himself as close as he could to the other man, sighing into his neck in similar anticipation as Dave himself was in.

  “Mhm.”

  “Speak up,” demanded to woman, sounding almost serious.

  Dave did not hesitate. “I want you to wrap your lips around my cock and suck me hard. I want to fuck your pretty little mouth hard and fast. I want…” his words were interrupted by a hot, wet mouth crashing down on his own—Jordan had leaned in to shut him up. The words had an instantaneous effect, and the fair-haired man couldn’t constrain the relieved grunt when another pair of lips kissed the tip of his pulsating limb and gave it one long lick before enveloping it entirely.

  Sam kept a steady rhythm for a set of moments, before altering her movements so the man could break from the bliss he had so easily surrendered to, but she couldn’t help sucking harder as her eyes rose up to meet Jordan, who had stepped aside in the meanwhile and was taking his clothes off. With each smooth glide, her own heart pulsated strongly, and with each swipe of her tongue, and every little slurping-noise she made as she gladly serviced Dave, Jordan showed more and more skin.

  “She really is good at sucking cock,” Dave confirmed and broke the silent seduction that went
on between the other two, and Sam hummed in reply, responding enthusiastically by bobbing her head a little bit faster. Dave’s hands found their way into her dark hair, and Sam looked up again to watch Jordan move behind the other man once more, pressing his now bare erection where it reached the tall man’s thigh. The sight got Sam moving back and forth even faster, now taking Dave’s nearly entire length into her throat, an action which pressed out something between a grunt and a moan from the man, who came only half a minute later, irregular tremors running through his body, the tension of the orgasm making the intricate lines of his muscles play before her eyes.

  Samantha made sure to let out and swallow every last drop of his semen before moving away and sitting on the floor for a moment to rest, Dave looking at her in awe. Much more than a moment she was not granted, however, because a very eager Jordan took her by both her hands and pulled her gently, but decisively, to her feet, leading her to the nearest wall and pressing her against it with calculated force, her back against him. Sam felt the insistent tugging on the waistband of her underwear and she parted her legs slightly to facilitate their removal, while moving her feet slightly away from the wall, and leaning forward a little. The initially frantic exchange had slowed down to an agonisingly slow pace for Sam, hands ran slowly across her thighs, and when Dave had recovered enough to rejoin them, she felt them both caressing her too lightly and so gently that she thought she’d explode very soon if someone did not immediately fuck her.

  Instead, Dave just pressed his back against the wall, standing right next to her, and watched her ache for more. He reached out a hand and held hers, intertwining their fingers, distracting her only so that she’d be taken completely by surprise when Jordan entered her swiftly and suddenly.

  Her breath hitched and heart stopped for a moment, and then she exhaled in perfect relief, her arousal only growing as she took in the pleasured look Dave wore as he watched what Jordan was doing. She gasped as she saw him grew hard again—so quickly!—and couldn’t help separating their fingers and enveloping her own around Dave’s cock. She stroked him the same rhythm that Jordan initiated.

  Samantha wasn’t prepared for how her name said in that way by two men simultanieously would sound and coupled with the sensations that were clambering up from Jordans’s delving cock, she was a wreck.

  “Oh God, you guys are—oh, so—oh!—incredible,” she found herself sobbing over and over again.

  She focused on Jordan’s hands on her hips and the way that his long fingers tensed hard into her skin a fraction of a second before each thrust. It was his only warning and brace before another pulse of pure electric feeling would overtake her. Jordan was hitting her G-spot with a pinpoint accuracy that Samantha really should have expected after all the pleasure they’d shared together. Pleasure that seemed to pale in comparison to what she was now experiencing. And with that decisive and hardworking character he had, never settling for anything but perfection, of course he would by now have found an efficient way to fuck a woman—and, quite possibly, a man—into a quivering lump of jelly.

  Jordan shoved forward harder, jarring Sam from her thoughts and bringing her back to the matter at hand. A sharp pleasure was spreading through her groin, building with each of Jordan’s thrusts until she nearly wanted to beg the man to stop, to slow down, to go faster, anything to break the slow tension. She was teetering on the edge and she knew that anything might finish her.

  A pair of eager hands ran up from her hips, along her waist, cupping her breasts, lifting her upper body so that eventually she stood with a straight back. She leaned her head back on the tightened muscles of the athlete’s chest as the tiny break of pace pulled her back from the edge, the increased pressure of his penis inside her immediately pushing her towards it again.

  He did however not rush back into it. Now pressing her entire body against the wall, his hands still relieving her of the weight of her breasts, he began to move slowly, pulling himself almost completely out of her, before pushing his way inside her again. As he pressed his hips firmly against her butt, she could feel him growing and swelling even more inside her, and with every thrust he explored areas of her that had never before been touched.

  The unbearable tension created by the slowness with which Jordan now moved inside her pressed a growling moan out of her, and without thinking, she began rubbing Dave off ferociously with the hand that was still wrapped around his cock.

  As Dave wordlessly bent over and around her hand, his hands slamming against the wall for support, Jordan tore himself from all restraints. He pressed himself harder against her body, and slammed himself inside her, fucking her with a hunger that she had never before felt. He now pressed her backside against his own body, every muscle in his entire body tense, his every movement violent, with the remarkable exception of his hands, which were still embracing her breasts as softly as if they were the most precious things he had ever touched, though it was hardly the first time he did.

  The orgasm that took over made her knees literally shake, the moans that left all of their lips morphing together, making the air around them humid with sex, and she would have collapsed on to the floor, had the two men let go of her.

  A few moments later, Jordan suddenly released her, his hands slamming against the wall for support, mimicking Dave’s earlier reaction to her hand, a raw grunt escaping his dry lips, Samantha had no need to turn around to understand what was happening. Dave was thrusting into Jordan’s tight ass soundly, every completed fusion of their bodies marked by slapping-noises that grew louder with their moans. Sam tried to reach backwards and help Jordan along the way, but she felt someone slap her hand away, and then Dave said, “Can you come only on my cock?”

  Jordan’s voice was coarse when he replied. “It’s—ah!—it’s been known to happen,” he managed to press between his teeth.

  Their voices grew louder, which altogether lasted no longer than two or three minutes before the woman felt Jordan come all over her back, the two men pronouncing their ecstasy loudly.

  When Samantha opened her eyes and turned around to rest her back on the wall for support, she met first Dave’s and then Jordan’s eyes, each of them now out of breath, but completely sober and wearing mischievous grins.

  “More drinks?” she said with a wink.

  Chapter 3

  By the time all three were out of the shower and completely dried up, the sun had begun to rise. Samantha muffled a yawn as she looked over at the couch where Dave was asleep, looking just about as peaceful as she felt. She walked over to the kitchen where she found Jordan, sitting by her dining table, his fingers toying with one of the decorative flowers she had on it, deep in thought. She stole the moment and watched him in utter silence until, unavoidably, he acknowledged her presence, and then she smiled warmly.

  “I guess it’s about time I do what I came here for,” Jordan said plainly, eyeing the woman gently.

  Sam looked a little puzzled.

  “To give you your birthday gift,” he offered as an explanation.

  Sam giggled. “Are you trying to say that this night has not been my birthday present?” she teased light-heartedly.

  Jordan simply smiled. He got up and offered his arm to Sam, who—although a bit skeptical—accepted and entangled their fingers, and quietly, the man lead her out of the house and all the way to his friend’s car that was parked in Sam’s driveway. He remotely unlocked the car and headed for the backseat, where something rather large and squareish was wrapped in red paper. As he carried it out, Sam opened her mouth as to say something, but ended up wordless. Her eyes were smiling.

  “Open it,” offered Jordan.

  Sam reached for the paper and began tearing carefully, but left the object in the steadier hands of the man. She grew a bit nervous as more of the wrapping paper came off, because she was nearly positive she know what he’d gotten her.

  “Oh my God!” she exclaimed once her suspicions were confirmed. “Oh my God, you didn’t!”

  But
it really was it. The picture that was taken of them during their second date, in the amusement park. A picture that somehow got mysteriously lost when they went to get it. He’d somehow found it, and Sam was so pleased that she let out a tiny squeal, found her way behind the large frame and circled her arms tightly around Jordan’s neck.

  “Thank you, this is wonderful!”

  “Yeah, I’m really glad you’re happy to have it. I was a bit skeptical, bringing a picture from the past that you might not even want to look at.”

  Samantha pulled away and shook her head. “I love it. We spent ages looking for where it got lost.”

  “Yeah, I remember referring to it as—“

  “—the mystery of the century?” Sam finished for him.

  Jordan nodded his agreement and they both laughed. “Maybe we should do it again.”

  “Do what?”

  “Go on those crazy roller rides, or sit and drink wine, maybe take a jog together sometimes, or… maybe repeat last night sometime?” the man looked sincere although his voice was a bit too bright, and Sam saw her feelings reflected upon him.

  “Yeah,” she bit her lip. “I miss you.”

  “I miss you too.”

  No more needed to be said. With mutual, small smiles, they held each other’s hands, and slowly made their steps back to the house. Maybe this was it, Samantha thought. Maybe, at last, they had found their way back to one another, through this insanely extraordinary and yet surprisingly amazing experience, and maybe this time they wouldn’t fall out of touch. Maybe they’d keep seeing each other, perhaps just for the irreplaceably good sex, but Sam loved the idea of it nevertheless.

  Her dream man was back, and she wouldn’t let him slip away. She cast a tiny, secret glance towards him as they walked together, only to find him already looking at her, and she tried not to blush as she dared hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.