by L. A. Boruff
We each poured ourselves a green beer from the tap and waited on the couch for the girls to finish getting ready. Natalie’s boyfriend Brandon would be here any minute. She called to ask if he could attend and of course we agreed. The more the merrier as far as we were concerned.
Julia
“Are you sure I don’t look too…slutty?” I glanced in the mirror one last time, not sure I could actually face the guys dressed like this.
“Bitch, please,” Natalie teased, “those men are going to be drooling at your feet.”
I turned around in the mirror and guessed I did look sort of sexy. My roommate brought pieces from both of our wardrobes and had created quite the unique look. I was wearing some green tights, a tulle skirt in various shades of green that barely covered my ass, a cropped green t-shirt, and black Doc Martens on my feet. I looked like a badass St. Pat’s fairy. My best friend was dressed equally hot with a tight black mini skirt over green tights, a green crop top, with black heels so high I wasn’t sure how she was able to walk without falling on her face.
Natalie also did our hair and makeup. She was a cosmetologist by trade and liked to make me up whenever I’d let her. She gave me a smokey eye with a hint of sparkly green, some mascara, and a nude lip gloss. My brown hair was down in loose, thick curls. A pair of shamrocks bounced on springs attached to a headband that finished off my look. Natalie had a dark smokey eye, bright red lipstick, and her light blond hair in a high ponytail, a pair of big green hoops dangling from her ears.
“You ready?” she asked already turning the bathroom knob. “Shake that ass, girl.”
I walked into the living room and found the guys sitting on the couch. Brandon had arrived at some point and made himself comfortable in a side chair, a red cup of beer in his hand.
All four men stood up the moment we entered the room. Natalie gave me a look that said, ‘told you so’ and walked over to her boyfriend who appeared to be in a state of shock.
“Hey, baby.” She rushed into his arms and kissed him passionately. The four of us just watched as she basically climbed up Brandon, his hands all over her body.
I cleared my throat, and she broke free from him, wiping her mouth and trying to fix the mess her lipstick made of her face.
“This is Brandon, everyone.” She gestured to the guys. “Brandon, this is Isaac, JJ’s savior, Brogan, the leprechaun, and Grayson, the serious, brooding med student.” She looked around the room and laughed. “Did I get that right?” The guys looked seriously impressed. She’d known them for a matter of hours and had them pegged pretty accurately, from what I’d seen anyway. After a few minutes of silence, everyone broke out in laughter. The guys took turns shaking Brandon’s hand.
“Welcome to the family,” Grayson said. “It looks like you guys know more about us than we know about ourselves.” He shook his head and smirked, bringing his red cup to his mouth to hide his amusement. Wouldn’t want him to break out of his serious side.
* * *
Guests begin to arrive over the next hour and before I know it, there’s a good fifty people here, the crowd a sea of green, the bass in the music pulsing through my body. Brogan ran up and handed me a beer, I looked around and noticed Isaac was busy talking to each new group of guests as they arrived. He definitely seemed like the older brother of the bunch.
“Having fun?” Brogan asked, talking right into my ear so I could hear him over the crowd and music. The vibrations of his voice sent chills down my arms and he noticed, running his hand down my arm. “Are you cold?” I’m suddenly embarrassed and not wanting to admit what caused the obvious physical reaction I’m having. I’m losing my mind around these guys and I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I was acting like a slut. “I’m okay, Brogan,” I turned to look him in the eye before continuing. “I just got a chill, that’s all.” He seemed to be looking into my soul with those golden eyes. They were the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. At some point, he resumed rubbing his hands up and down my arms, and I scanned the crowd looking for Isaac.
“He doesn’t mind, JJ.” He never looked away as he spoke to me, and I could get lost in the color and intensity of his gaze forever. “We’ve been known to share in the past.” He looked down at his feet, suddenly embarrassed, or shy.
“What do you mean, share?” I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer to my question, but I wanted to get an explanation from him nonetheless.
“We’ve never really shared anyone we seem to click with as much as you,” he offered as an explanation, “but I don’t think he would mind if me and you hit it off as well.” Without giving me even a second to respond, he locked his hands around the back of my neck, smashing my lips to his. I moaned into his mouth, partially out of shock, but equally from the instant desire I felt from his touch. He tasted like beer and mint, and his kiss was sensual and alternated between deep sweeps of his tongue, and nips at my lip. It was in such stark contrast to the kisses with Isaac, but I loved it just the same. He ended the kiss just as fast as he started it, leaving me wanting and breathless.
“What was that for?” I asked him, bringing my fingers to my lips, still feeling him there despite his absence. He pointed down to his shirt as a manner of explanation. ‘Kiss Me I’m Irish’ was plastered across the front of his chest. He gave me his signature smirk and made his way over to the bar, chatting with some people, acting like nothing had happened.
I stood there dumbfounded for a few moments before looking around to plan my next course of action. Halfway across the room I locked eyes with Isaac. I became instantly ashamed and worried that he saw the entire interaction between Brogan and me. He held up his drink in a toast and smiled, a deliciously sexy smirk, one that held many promises.
11
Isaac
Despite what happened between us in the bathroom, seeing her kiss my friend was hot as fuck. There’s definitely a connection between us, but I can appreciate the flirtation that’s going on between her and my roommates also. I didn’t wake up this morning intending to meet an amazing woman that I also wouldn’t mind sharing with my friends, but here we are and there’s no explanation for what's going down.
“She’s something else, isn’t she.” Grayson suddenly appeared at my side by the bar, calling the waiter over for a rum and coke.
My eyes found Julia’s in the crowd; she was standing with Natalie and her boyfriend and gave me a small wave when she caught me staring. “She’s something, that’s for sure,” I replied, taking a sip of my own drink before turning around to lean into the bar.
“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit.” Gray smacked me in the shoulder for emphasis. “I heard the way you two were going at it in the bathroom.” He slammed back the contents of his drink and set it on the bar, signaling that he was ready for another. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s badass, dude.” He put his back against the bar and looked out across the crowd with me. “She’s sexy as hell, funny, and puts up with Brogan.” He laughed into his now full cup. “That’s gotta count for something, right?”
Just as quickly as Grayson showed up at the bar he was gone, headed in the direction of Julia and Natalie. Julia’s eyes lit up at the sight of him approaching, and she gave him one of her signature, naughty smiles.
I finished my own drink and placed my empty cup on the bar, throwing a tip in the jar before making my way around the room. Just about every nurse and off-call med student and resident were at the party. This may just be the biggest one I’d thrown yet; maybe it would also be the best.
12
Julia
My mind was a cluster of emotions right now, and I needed to find a place to sit down and chill. Natalie and Brandon had reached the point of the night where they’d found the nearest soft surface and were busy eating each other’s faces.
I walked down the long hall past the bathroom that I could never enter again without thinking of my earlier rendezvous with Isaac. There had to be a guest room around here somewhere. A few rooms down I came to a closed door a
nd tested the handle to see if it was locked. It opened without a noise, and I pushed it open, searching the wall for a light.
“Occupied,” a voice came from inside the room, and I flipped myself around, ready to make a quick escape before I saw something I didn't want to see.
“Sorry.” My hand found the doorknob in the dark, and I started to close the door before someone stopped me.
“JJ?” A familiar voice called my name from inside the room.
“Brogan!” I continued to search the wall for a light switch, to no avail. “Where in the hell are the lights in here?”
“Come lay with me a minute,” Brogan pleaded from the middle of the room. “My head started to hurt so I came to rest in the dark for a bit.” The bedsheets began to rustle directly in front of me.
“If I trip, I’m suing your homeowners insurance,” I laughed, shuffling my feet slowly as I tried my best not to run into anything in the dark.
“Follow my voice, JJ,” Brogan whispered into the room, and I put my arms out in front of me, hoping I’d catch a dresser or table with them before I fell. After a few seconds, my fingers made contact with his hands and he grabbed onto me tightly, pulling me forward onto his lap.
“Ahhh, there you are,” he breathed into my hair. He smelled like soap and a hint of cologne. Nothing too strong, just all man and I loved it.
“Here I am.” My voice was nervous and uneven. My heart thundered in my chest, as my body started to respond to being in such close proximity to Brogan. The darkness increased every sensation I was feeling, and part of me wanted to see how much more I could experience with him in the pitch black of this room.
“I thought you were the party animal of the bunch,” I joked, leaning into him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now, his feet on the ground. He grabbed me up into his arms and flung me down onto the bed, and I instantly felt his absence. “Brogan?” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Over here,” his voice came from somewhere across the room. “What do you want, JJ?”
“Why do you call me that?” I didn’t really care, but Brogan had used my nickname since he first met me, and it had me curious. “Only my friends call me that.”
“Well, aren’t we?” he sounded closer now, and the bed dipped under the weight of him. “Friends, I mean.” The mattress shifted as he inched closer, and my breathing increased as he settled into my side.
“I barely know you, Brogan.” I sounded so weak and unsure, and I kept my head towards the ceiling. His hand was on my cheek now, his fingers tracing my jaw. My body became warm, a flush spreading from my toes to the top of my head.
“What about that kiss, JJ?” He replaced his hand with his mouth and his breath on my cheek forced a moan from me involuntarily. “What about your dream?”
What the fuck? I shot up in the bed instantly, equally embarrassed and pissed. “How do you know about that?”
Brogan sat up next to me and pushed my hair over my shoulders, his mouth now at my ear. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, JJ”’ His tongue licked the edge of my ear, the vibrations of his voice mixed with the heat of his mouth sending shockwaves to my core. “What were we doing to you in your dream, baby?”
My eyes closed in utter humiliation. What had I said in my dream? “I’m sure you can imagine, Brogan.” I leaned back onto the bed, needing to get some space between us before I spontaneously combusted. “Sex stuff.”
Brogan laughed and he leaned back down to take his place next to me. “Sex stuff, huh?” He shifted onto his side and trailed his fingers up my leg, starting at my calf and stopping just inside my thigh. His hand felt electric through my tights. My legs started to open in response to my increasing desire.
“I can’t, Brogan.” My mind was spinning a million miles a second, and I wasn’t even exactly sure what I couldn’t do, but I know I had just been with Isaac a few hours ago and this couldn’t be right. But it felt so right.
“You can’t what, Julia?” My eyes were closed and at some point, the door had opened, spilling light into the room. Isaac was standing in the doorway. I brought my hands up to my face in shock, feeling like a kid caught with her hand in the candy jar. “Tell me what you can’t do.”
Isaac closed the door behind him and walked to the end of the bed. My eyes had adjusted just enough to the darkness of the room, that I could make out his outline as he stood there. Brogan seemed completely unfazed beside me.
“Isaac, I’m so sorry.” The apology spilled out as I leaned up in the bed, reaching for Isaac.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Julia.” Isaac knelt on the bed, reaching behind his head and peeling off his shirt, throwing it to the ground. “Tell me what you want us to do.”
Oh fuck. This couldn’t possibly be happening. Hot threesomes with sexy men only took place in my dreams. Right? “Be for real, Isaac.” The realization that he had to be messing with me took over, and I was suddenly very pissed. “You don’t need to play games with me and throw my fantasy back in my face.” I sat up now, addressing both of them the best I could in the darkness of the room. “You shouldn’t have told anyone you heard me sleep talking,” I crawled down the bed toward Isaac so I could get my point across more efficiently. My finger found his chest, and I poked him in it for emphasis. “Those were my private thoughts, Isaac,” My face was inches from him now, my anger increasing by the second. “You had no…”
Isaac pulled my head to his and took my mouth in a demanding kiss, washing away all memories of what I wanted to say. For a split second I thought about pushing him away, continuing our discussion and storming out of the room, but his tongue felt too good, and when his hand grabbed my ass through my skirt, all bets were off.
By the time he broke the kiss, I was breathless. At some point during our make out session, Brogan had come up behind me and his mouth was working its way up my neck.
“Do you like this, Julia?” Isaac tilted my chin so that I could make out his features in the dark. “Do you want to feel us both?” He reached his hand between my legs, under my skirt, and began to rub my pussy through my tights. My head fell back onto Brogan’s shoulder as he reached around and cupped my breast through my t-shirt.
“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to talk under the onslaught of feelings I was experiencing.
“What was that, JJ?” Brogan spoke into my ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers up my spine. “If we can’t hear you, we’ll be forced to stop, right Isaac?”
“Yes!” My voice carried through the room and there was no mistaking my desires. “I want you both.” My breath came out in a sigh at my declaration. “Now.”
13
Isaac
Was this really going to fucking happen? Brogan and I had shared women before, but never one we cared about like Julia. When I saw Julia walk down the hall, I had every intention of following her and having a repeat of our activities earlier today in the bathroom. When I realized whose room she’d ventured into, my mind became filled with images of us together, making her dream come true.
“That’s a good girl, Julia.” My mouth found hers in the dark, and I traced her lips with my tongue, willing her to kiss me back. She nipped me on my bottom lip, and I could feel her smile against my mouth as she pulled my head to her, kissing me with all she had. I broke the kiss before we got too carried away and laid her back down on the bed. “We are going to make you glad you made this decision.”
Brogan stood at the side of the bed and began to remove his clothes, tossing them in a pile on the floor. I unbuttoned my jeans, kicked off my shoes, and pulled my pants and boxers off, kicking them to the side. There was just enough moonlight coming in through the window that I could see what I was doing. Julia still laid in the middle of the bed, watching both of us undress for her. She had a sexy smile playing on her lips, and her hands were opening and closing into fists.
“Let’s get you naked, Julia,” I knelt on the bed as I spoke, pulling her boots off first and throwing them to the floor. Brogan cl
imbed onto the bed beside her and pulled her into a sitting position so he could take off her shirt and unhook her bra. I reached up to her waist and pulled her tights and skirt down in one swift motion. After discarding those, she laid back on the bed, wearing nothing but her panties.
“God, you are gorgeous.” Brogan took in the sight of her from the side of the bed. I was still standing at the footboard, trying to slow myself before I let things happen too fast. My cock hardened the more I looked at her, and I took it in my hand, slowly rubbing up and down its length. Brogan was closer to her and followed suit, rubbing his own dick, reveling in the sight of Julia laid out before us. She licked her lips, looking between the two of us, not knowing where to start or what to say.
“Do you want these, Julia?” My hand continued stroking my shaft, stopping at the tip to spread the pre-cum up and down the base. “Do you want us inside of you?”
Brogan climbed onto the bed beside her and laid down to her right side, working his hand up and down her body. She turned into him and took his mouth in a kiss just as his fingers made their way to her pussy.
I climbed onto the end of the bed and hooked my fingers into her panties, sliding them down her legs. After I discarded them with the rest of her clothes, I moved my hands up the inside of her legs, stopping at her inner thighs. She squeezed against my fingers, and I pushed against her, opening her legs further, giving Brogan better access.
“I need…,” Julia breathed out, too overwhelmed to finish her sentence.
“What do you need, JJ?” Brogan leaned over her, kissing her as he asked the question, his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit. His hand was soaked with her wetness, and all I could think about was how good she was going to taste.
