Laura turns back to me, her eyes searching my face one more time. “You absolutely sure about this, baby?”
I stand up, hot water cascading off my body, my cock jutting out in front of me like a compass pointing directly at her. I pull her close, one hand sliding down to cup her ass. “Positive.” Every cell in my body is vibrating with excitement, with a desire I never knew existed.
She catches her bottom lip between her teeth before wetting it with a slow sweep of her tongue. “Good. Now let’s get out of here, I’m horny as fuck.”
We scramble out of the water with considerably less grace than we entered. My hands are shaking as I pull on my clothes, my cock straining painfully against the wet denim. Laura yanks on her shorts and top, and grabs her bra and panties along with her towel. Eric doesn’t bother with his shirt, just carries it wadded up in one hand, his chiseled torso on full display. Chris fumbles with his buttons again, finally giving up and leaving his shirt hanging open, his chest and soft stomach pale in the moonlight.
As we make our way back through the darkened complex, Laura walks beside me, her hand finding mine, fingers intertwining. The gesture feels both intimate and possessive, a reminder that regardless of what the evening brings, I’m hers and she’s mine. She squeezes gently, and when I look at her, she’s smiling, not the teasing, mischievous smile from earlier, but something softer, more intimate.
“Thank you,” she whispers, leaning close so only I can hear.
“For what?”
“For being okay with this.” She pauses, her thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. “Other guys I’ve been with would have freaked out in a jealous rage the second I touched Chris. But you… you’re different.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just squeeze her hand back, feeling the dampness between our palms, her fingers slender but strong between mine. My heart hammers against my ribs like it’s trying to escape, each pulse sending a rush of heat through my veins, part terror, part exhilaration, part something that feels almost like pride.
I glance at her, the moonlight catching the water droplets still clinging to her eyelashes. She’s my girlfriend; this wild, beautiful creature who sees parts of me I never knew existed. She’s mine, and I’m hers, in ways I never imagined possible.
We reach my building and climb the stairs to my second-floor apartment. My hand tremors as I unlock the door, the key scraping against the lock twice before I finally get it open. The apartment looks exactly as we left it, controllers scattered on the coffee table, empty beer bottles standing sentinel, the TV still glowing with the paused game screen. But everything feels different now, charged with a new energy.
Laura takes command. “We’re all going to shower before we do this. Jay and I will go first; you two can go after,” she says, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the bedroom with its attached bathroom, leaving Eric and Chris standing awkwardly in the living room. “Don’t worry, we won’t be long.”
The bathroom door closes behind us, and suddenly we’re alone for the first time since this whole insane night began. Laura turns on the shower, steam quickly filling the small space, fogging the mirror above the sink. She turns to face me, and we swiftly strip out of our wet clothes.
Her hands slide down my chest, fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. “You’re really okay with this?”
“I’m more than okay,” I admit, surprising myself with how true it feels. “I’m fucking excited.”
She smiles and pulls me into the shower with her. The hot water cascades over us, washing away the chlorine and the lingering chill from the night air.
We soap each other up quickly, hands sliding over wet skin, but there’s an unspoken agreement not to take things too far. This is just preparation, a cleansing ritual before the main event. Laura’s fingers brush against my cock as she rinses the soap from my body, and I have to bite back a groan.
“I need you to know something,” she says, suds sluicing off her glorious body under the spray. “What’s about to happen out there, it doesn’t change how I feel about you, not one bit.”
“I know,” I say, and I do. Somehow, impossibly, I do.
We towel off quickly, and Laura wraps herself in my blue plaid robe while I pull on a pair of clean boxers. She sticks her head out the bedroom door and calls out, “Next!”
I hear shuffling in the living room, then Eric’s voice. “Chris, you go first. I’ll wait.”
Chris enters the bedroom, his eyes darting around like he’s not sure where to look. He shuffles past us toward the bathroom, and a moment later, I hear the shower start up again.
Laura and I settle on the edge of my bed to wait. The expectation is almost unbearable, a tensioned spring in my chest that keeps winding tighter with each passing second.
“So,” Laura says, her voice light but her eyes serious, “how do you want this to go?”
I blink at her. “What do you mean?”
She shifts closer, her thigh pressing against mine through the thin fabric of my boxers. “I mean, do you want to watch from the sidelines, or do you want to be more involved? Do you want to tell me what to do? Or do you want to just sit back and let it unfold naturally?”
The questions make my head spin. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, hadn’t considered the logistics of what we’re about to do. My cock twitches in my boxers at the possibilities she’s laying out. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I’ve never… I mean, this is all new territory for me.”
Laura nods, reaching out to trace a finger along my jawline. “That’s okay, baby. We’ll just see how things go. But I want you to promise me something.”
“Anything,” I blurt out.
“If at any point you want things to stop, you speak up. No matter what’s happening, no matter how far things have gone. You say the word, and it all immediately stops. Okay?”
“Okay,” I promise. “Though the same goes for you too, if you want to stop…”
She silences me with a kiss, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the raw sexuality that’s been emanating from her all night. “I won’t want to stop,” she whispers against my lips. “But thank you for thinking about me and saying that.”
The bathroom door opens, and Chris emerges in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp and tousled, his pale skin has a pinkish hue from the hot water. He looks cleaner, more composed, but the nervous energy still radiates off him in waves. He looks at us sitting on the bed and freezes, uncertainty flickering across his features.
“Eric,” Laura calls out, and a moment later, he appears in the bedroom doorway, brushing past Chris with a confident stride. He doesn’t bother with modesty, stripping right in front of us before disappearing into the bathroom. I catch a glimpse of his huge cock swinging between his legs, knowing it is going to be inside my girlfriend soon.
“Um, should I…?” Chris questions, his hands gesturing basically everywhere, not knowing where to go or what to do.
“Come here,” Laura says, her voice warm. Chris shuffles over to the bed, his towel clutched tightly around his waist like a hoplite’s shield, and stands in front of Laura, the outline of his erection tenting the terrycloth.
Laura reaches out and runs her hand down his chest and paunchy stomach, and I watch him flinch at the contact, his breath coming in short pants. “Relax, Chris,” she says softly. “We’re all going to have a good time tonight. But only if you stop acting like you’re about to face a firing squad.”
Chris lets out a shaky laugh. “Sorry. It’s just… this is a lot. I never thought…” He trails off, shaking his head.
“Never thought what?” Laura prompts, her fingers gliding along the towel at his waist.
“Never thought this could… That I would, um…”
He stops mid-thought, his breath catching in his throat as Laura tugs on his towel. The cotton falls away, and Chris’s fully hard erection pops free. Laura immediately wraps her fingers around him, and he lets out a low moan that seems to come from somewhere deep in his belly.
I watch, transfixed, as Laura’s lips, those soft lips I’ve kissed hundreds of times, that have whispered sweet nothings against my ear, slide down my best friend’s throbbing shaft. Her cheeks hollow as she takes him deeper, her wet tongue visible for a flickering second. A scorching wave of heat crashes through me, like whiskey hitting an empty stomach, flooding downward, and pooling molten in my groin. My cock throbs painfully against cotton before springing free through the gap in my boxers, a bead of clear liquid forming at the tip.
The shower shuts off in the bathroom, and a moment later, Eric emerges naked with his towel draped casually around his neck. His eyes immediately lock onto Laura, rhythmically sucking off Chris right in front of me, his cock twitches visibly, already starting to swell.
“Guess I should have showered first,” he chuckles, casually tossing his towel onto the floor.
Laura pulls off Chris’s cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva tethering her lips to him for a brief moment before breaking. She looks over at Eric, her eyes traveling down his body to where his impressive dick hangs between his legs, before standing up and letting my robe slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet.
She stands there, nude, her body seemingly more on display than it was in the dim lighting at the swimming pools. “You boys ready to fuck?” she asks, a playful tone in her voice.
Eric crosses the room and settles onto my king-size bed, propping himself up against the headboard, his massive cock standing at attention.
I relocate to the office chair at my desk, making room on the bed, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my temples and my rock-hard cock. This is really happening. This is actually fucking happening.
Chris hovers uncertainly at the foot of the bed, his saliva-coated, curved erection wobbling with each nervous breath.
“Chris,” Laura says, pointing at the mattress, “lie down on your back.”
Chris scrambles to comply, nearly tripping over his own feet in his eagerness. He positions himself in the center of my bed, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Laura climbs onto the bed, crawling over him on all fours, her breasts swaying beneath her.
She looks over at me, her green-hazel eyes filled with desire as she reaches between her legs, grasps Chris’s cock, and positions it at her entrance. I feel a hard lump form in my throat as I stare, spellbound, from my seat, my hand gravitating to my lap, fingers curling around my aching shaft.
“Watch me, baby. Watch me fuck your best friend,” Laura says sultrily, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly sinks down, her pussy swallowing his length inch by inch.
Thanks for reading this segment of the story. Likes and favorites are greatly appreciated, and your comments are always welcome.
