Cassie outlined her idea/plan Monday morning as we waited for the bus to arrive. Her dad and his girlfriend would be going out Saturday night and her brother was going to be going to his friend’s house as well. So she was going to be home alone. She already called Stacy up to come over Saturday night for what Stacy was lead to believe was a sleepover.
In reality, it was going to be a small party, the two of them and myself.
All I had to bring was myself. Her dad had lots of booze in the home and he didn’t care about anyone drinking.
It was a long week for me. It seemed to crawl by.
Stacy and I got together Friday night for a rather dull date. Her parents were very strict so movies out were limited to nothing greater than PG films. Going to the mall was allowed, so long as we stayed out of Spencer’s Gifts. If we were at her place we had to be in the living room and we couldn’t sit too close to each other. The funny part was, they weren’t religious, just very controlling.
Cassie called to confirm that everything was a go and that I was to arrive around seven that night. Stacy was going to be dropped off by her dad around six and Cassie’s dad and girlfriend would be gone sometime around five (they were going to stay the night at her place that night, Cassie could take care of herself. The girlfriend’s kids weren’t quite old enough to do so). Now, Cassie, her actual name was Cassandra. Cassie was just how we called her. She was white trash. Strong southern accent, back yard that was filled with rusted metal in piles and dying brown grass all year long, Confederate flag was hung up with pride in the back of the garage, and she could tell you about any country music song or how to start up a tractor-trailer semi-truck.
It was about ten after seven when I arrived. I didn’t want to seem too eager for what we were wanting to do. I did as I was told, just up to the front door and walk in, no reason to knock. When I entered the house, the two girls were in the kitchen making ice cream floats. I grabbed a glass and made myself one and we moved to the living room and ate them while we talked and laughed and joked around for a bit.
Cassie got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whiskey. “Let’s play a game.”
Stacy protested, “I can’t play. My parents will kill me.”
I said, “Not if they don’t know.”
“Yeah,” Cassie said, opening the bottle. “How will they find out?”
Stacy answered, “Because I’ll be drunk.”
“You’ll be drunk tonight. Sleep it off and no one will know tomorrow,” Cassie explained. “You’d be amazed by how much I drink before going to bed on any given school night,” Cassie lied.
Stacy relaxed and I asked, “What’s the game?”
Cassie said, “Let’s sit down here on the floor,” as she sat down in the middle of the living room. “And hand me those cards please,” she said, pointing to the deck next to me.
I handed her the cards as we all sat down on the floor. “Simple blackjack,” she said. “You bust, you drink, you lose, you drink. If someone hits twenty-one, everyone but the winner drinks twice.”
We played several rounds. The first round Stacy busted. She looked at the bottle nervously before she took her first swig of the liquid. She wasn’t expecting that taste or that burn either. Stacy lost just about every round. She wasn’t losing on purpose, she just didn’t have any real luck. At some point, she tried to finish off her float while laying on her back, spilling it on her face, neck, down her shirt and arms.
It was clear that the whiskey was affecting all of us. Cassie’s shirt came off first, revealing a tank top underneath, and the outline of her nipples against the fabric showed that there was no bra. Stacy kept asking if the A/C was turned on.
Cassie asked, “You all hot, or is it just me?”
We all nodded in agreement.
Cassie said, “Stacy, I have some better clothes for you to wear that will feel better.” and she got up and went to her bedroom.
I took a sip from the whiskey bottle and then handed it to Stacy who also took a sip and then another.
Cassie came out of the bedroom and said, “Stacy, I left some clothes on my bed. They’ll feel better than what you’re wearing.”
“Thank you,” Stacy said as she, with some difficulty, stood up and walked to the bedroom, grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom to change.
I stood up and with Cassie, we walked to the kitchen.
She pulled three cups from the cabinet, each a different color. She also pulled out a bottle of vodka and a two-liter bottle of coke. In two of the cups, she poured a small amount of vodka and mostly coke. In the third cup, she filled almost half of it with vodka and the rest of the way with coke. She smiled the entire time. “This one is for Stacy.”
It was at this time that we heard the shower start.
I left for her dad’s bedroom. There was a pair of shorts waiting for me. I had dropped them off a couple of days ago.
Cassie went to the bathroom and opened the door. “Stacy, are you okay?”
“Yes,” Stacy answered, “I needed to clean myself off.”
I looked from the master bedroom to the bathroom. I saw Cassie walk out of the bathroom with Stacy’s clothes, leaving her just the loner clothing.
I walked out of the master bedroom in just the shorts and nothing else. I walked into Cassie’s bedroom and dropped my clothes off near her dresser. Cassie was getting changed also, into a loose low cut red top and matching short shorts.
“Nice,” I said, checking her out.
“I thought you’d like it,” she said with a smile. She checked me out and said, “Clearly you are enjoying this.”
We kissed quickly and left the bedroom. That is when we heard the shower turn off. Cassie and I moved to the kitchen and grabbed the drinks. “Remember, that one is hers,” Cassie said, pointing to the cup she poured for Stacy.
The door to the bathroom opened up, slightly and Stacy called out “Cassie, do you have anything else I can wear? This is a bit… less than I am used to.”
“No, I’m sorry, Stacy,” Cassie replied, lying through her teeth.
Stacy called back, “I’m not sure if I should come out then.”
We left the kitchen and walked into the living room, we could see the bathroom door from where we now stood. It was open with just Stacy’s head poking out.
“Come on, it’s just us.” Cassie said, “Who, besides us, is going to see or even know?”
“I don’t know about this,” Stacy answered.
Cassie held up Stacy’s cup. “This will make you feel better about it.”
The door to the bathroom closed and the light went out. “I feel so embarrassed wearing this,” Stacy said as she twisted the handle. “I’m not like you, Cassie, I’m not used to looking like this.”
Cassie said, “Don’t worry, you have a nice body, and it’s just me and your boyfriend. So what if you look like that for another woman. And you should want to look sexy for your man.”
“I know…” Stacy said, surrendering.
Finally, the door opened and out walked Stacy. Gone was her typical frumpy tops and baggy pants. She was in a white low-cut tee that Cassie had cut at some point, removing the belly, just leaving the fabric over the boobs. There was no bra, just thin white material over the breasts, revealing her nipple outline. Below was a pair of shorts. They were also thin and very small.
She walked towards us, slowly, saying “I feel naked.” and accepted the drink from Cassie.
The three of us cheered each other and took a drink. Stacy wasn’t expecting the taste of 50/50 coke and vodka.
Cassie took another sip and said, “Come on, you two are boyfriend and girlfriend.” She looked at us. “Put your arms around each other and look like it.”
I stepped over to Stacy and put my free hand around her waist. She moved her drink to her other hand and put her free arm around me. “I like this feeling,” she said with a smile.
“Really?” I said.
“I just feel your shirts, I’ve never actually felt your actual back.”
Cassie smiled and took another drink from her cup. “Stacy…” she said, “have you two ever kissed?”
Stacy blushed. “No,” she said, turning away for a bit.
“Have you kissed anyone?”
Stacy didn’t answer, she just took another drink.
“Oh my god, you haven’t kissed anyone, have you?!”
Stacy took another drink and another. She seemed to know what was going to happen next, so she skipped past the talking, took the back of my head in her hand and kissed me on the lips. It was her first kiss ever.
“How was it?” Cassie asked Stacy.
“I liked it,” she said with a smile.
I stepped away for a bit to put my cup on a table and returned to Stacy and held her in both arms. She smiled as she looked at me. I pulled her close, pressing her body into mine, pressing my hard cock into her lower belly. This time, I kissed her again, and she returned my kiss. She was learning fast. I put my hand on her ass, at first on the part covered by what little short material there was. She didn’t fight me this time. I risked moving my hand down onto her exposed butt cheek. Her kissing got more active. She was liking this.
When we stopped kissing, Cassie sat down her now empty cup. “How was that, Stacy?”
“Wow…” she answered, giggling and almost sliding down.
I reached down to grab her and pick her up. I ended up grabbing a partial handful of her left boob. She didn’t fight me on this either.
Cassie came up to us and took Stacy’s hand. “So I am guessing you haven’t had any of this either?” and placed Stacy’s hand on the front of my shorts.
Stacy’s eyes lit up. She never had before, but now, she wasn’t wanting to let go. She kept a wide smile on her face.
“I trust that meets with your approval,” I said.
“Oh yes,” she said and started to rub it.
Cassie kept her hand on top of Stacy’s hand and she looked Stacy in the face. Cassie leaned in and kissed Stacy on the lips.
I knew that Cassie was bi-curious but often admitted that she doubted that she’d ever take the chance if ever offered. Stacy, I knew she was straight, so it was a complete surprise to see her kiss Cassie.
I looked at the two girls when they finished. Cassie said, “Why should you have all the fun?”
Stacy smiled and said, “No one is going to know.”
I kissed Stacy again and moved my hand up and under the front of her shirt. She pulled in closer to me as I did so. I moved my hand up and rubbed my thumb over her hard nipple. She moaned slightly.
Our kiss was broken up by Cassie who was feeling left out and wanted to kiss Stacy again. I watched as they kissed and she walked Stacy back to the couch. She put her hands under Stacy’s top and removed it rather quickly. Stacy made no effort anymore to cover herself. The two girls returned to kissing.
It was a fight to keep my hands off my dick and stroke as I watched the two girls kiss each other, one topless and the other not wearing much.
Soon Cassie had Stacy on her back on the couch, free of the small pair of shorts.
I removed my shorts and walked over to the couch, admiring Stacy’s naked body. Cassie was removing her clothes as well. In no time, the three of us were completely naked.
I parted Stacy’s legs as I laid down on top of her. I kissed her and Cassie and back to Stacy. I felt a hand on my dick, it was Cassie. She wasn’t stroking me, she was guiding me.
Stacy had to force Cassie’s lips away as she tried to say, “No,” but I was already entering her. She got the “N-” out before it changed to “oooooh…”
She was tight, very tight. She was also very wet. I got completely in and I slowly began to pump in and out of her. Cassie continued to kiss Stacy on the lips as well as the ears, neck, and breasts. She had Stacy’s hand between her legs, forcing Stacy to give Cassie some sexual attention. It didn’t take long for Stacy to figure out what to do to Cassie to make her happy.
It didn’t take long for Stacy to start to moan and groan with the attention she was getting. I was almost squeezed entirely out of her pussy when she came. As I said, she was very tight.
I pulled out of Stacy, moved Cassie aside and covered Stacy’s face in my cum.
When I finished, Cassie kissed my lips and then kissed Stacy.
I left to get a rag for Stacy only to find when I got back that she had passed out.
“Should I clean her up?” I asked.
“No,” Cassie answered, “Cum is good for the skin.”
I cleaned myself up and Cassie and I sat and talked, naked as Stacy slept.
When my dick began to get hard again, something that Cassie noticed quickly, Cassie laid on her back and spread her legs. “You got what you wanted, she got what she needed. Now I need attention.”
I put my head between her legs and I proceeded to eat her out, first running my tongue up and down her opening, fucking her with my tongue and then focusing entirely on her clit. When we dated I did the trick where you write the alphabet on her clit with your tongue. She enjoyed that, especially the letter P. So I proceeded to practice writing the letter P on her clit over and over again.
I pulled my tongue out of her and I moved up to slide my dick into her.
“Are you sure you want to do that here?” she asked.
“You’re asking that now and not five minutes ago?” I countered as I pushed into her.
She moaned and said, “She could wake up.”
I pumped in and out of her and said, “That makes it hotter,” kissed her and said, “She might join in also.”
Sadly, she didn’t wake up or join in.
It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum, again. I pulled out of Cassie, stood up and came over the naked sleeping Stacy.
We were awoken the next morning, early, by the ringing phone. Cassie answered it. It was Stacy’s dad coming to pick Stacy up and he’d be there in about fifteen minutes.
It was a struggle to wake up Stacy, who was still naked and covered in cum. She had trouble remembering the night before. Cassie and I being naked reminded her of some of what happened. It was a rush to get dressed before Stacy’s dad arrived. As soon as she was dressed, she was in the bathroom trying to use the mouthwash to get the taste of alcohol out of her mouth.
When we heard the car pull up outside I ran into one of the bedrooms and hid.
She grabbed her things and left before her dad could get out of the car.
I helped Cassie clean up and then thanked her for the fantastic night we had thanks to her and I walked home… not quite sure how I was going to explain my absence to my parents.
That afternoon, the phone rang. It was Stacy. It didn’t take long for the shit to hit the fan with her and her parents. Her dad smelled the alcohol as soon as she got into the car with him. She confessed to all that she could remember. The phone call wasn’t just her breaking up with me, but it was her dad promising that if I saw his daughter anywhere outside of school that he would end my life. Not just Stacy, but any of his daughters. I found out the next day at the bus stop that Stacy had called Cassie to say that they could no longer be friends, and her dad threatening to end her if she got near Stacy outside of school.
Not that it mattered for the near future. Missing curfew and coming home smelling of alcohol the next morning got me grounded for a month. But damn, it was worth it.
The school bus ride the Monday after the threesome, Cassie said to me, “You know, since I did that for you, you’re going to have to do something for me next.”
I asked, “What do you have in mind?”
She answered, “I’ll let you know.”