my belly. In fact, I’m dying for him to push
aside the fabric and make me come right here. Why should we go
somewhere else, after all?
“Do you like
that?”
“Yes,” I say, feeling my
thighs opening.
That puts him in an even
better mood, and he shifts his gaze to his friend.
“You see how beautiful she
is?”
“Yes,” he agrees, nodding
his head, and he puts an arm around me. I find myself in the arms
of one man while another is feeling me up, and good.
“Do you like this, being
with two men?” Kevin asks me, stroking my burning clitoris more
slowly.
My throat is so dry I
cannot respond, so I simply nod and put my fingers on his, so that
he’ll pursue his movements between my thighs. He laughs and touches
me again, right where I need it. I close my eyes. I abandon my body
to them both. One is kissing my neck, the other is making me mount
to paradise.
It takes no
time at all. Probably because I don’t hold back the desire
animating me or maybe it’s that craving to lose control that’s been
eating at me since I entered the club. A mouth crushes mine while I
moan and the arms holding my waist tighten. I’m stuck in a
delectable position between two men and I’ve just had an orgasm
right in public. However, when I open my eyes, I see that nobody
has had the leisure to admire the spectacle.
Kevin removes
his fingers from my throbbing flesh and slides a beer toward me.
I’m guessing it must be Louis’ beer, but I don’t care. I take it
and sling back what’s left, in one chug. That does me a world of
good, and I thank him with a grateful look.
“ Would you like to go home with us?” he asks
suddenly.
His request
is appealing, but needs contemplating, so he rushes to add, “In
truth, Louis and me…we’re a bit more than just friends, if you know
what I mean.”
No, I’m not
sure I understand what he’s trying to say. I blurt out,
“You’re…what? Homos?”
“ Does
that shock you?” he immediately asks. “Because him, yeah, he is,
but me, I’m bi.”
He makes it a
nearly-solemn affirmation by placing his hand on his heart. What do
I care, deep down, what turns them on? Isn’t my real purpose to bag
a male in rut in a disco?
“ Louis
lets me hit on women from time to time, but tonight, he wanted
to…to watch. Or maybe try it himself. He’s not really sure, in
fact.”
Captivated, I pivot to
take a look at his boyfriend, who shrugs and attempts to
explain.
“ You
really are pretty, I don’t say the contrary,
but…uh…”
“ You
prefer guys. Don’t worry, I understand.” And I
laugh.
He smiles genuinely and
nods. My body is partially relaxed after the little orgasm Kevin
gave me, but I realize I don’t want things to remain that way. So I
turn to my right and recapitulate the situation.
“ So
then…what you want is to fuck me while Louis watches
us?”
“ And
maybe he could play with us? And if you like giving head, I’m sure
he wouldn’t say no to a pretty mouth on his
dick.”
His talking to me that
way, down low and dirty, excites me.
All the more when his
fingers caress my lips and I smell the perfume of my own body on
him.
“ Does
that interest you, my beauty?”
For propriety’s sake, I
act like I’m thinking about it, but my pussy is telling me it’s
more than interested in the idea of being screwed in full view of
another man. And in truth, I admit I wouldn’t say no to Louis
either. I hope he’ll take off his sweater so I can admire his pecs
while I’m being laid by his friend. Already, I’m getting
breathless.
Eager for our evening to
commence, I ask, “Do you live far from here?”
I guess my question
indicates I’ll go with them, as this seems to delight Kevin, and he
smiles with all his teeth and nods his head.
“ Right
near by. Shall we go?”
He stands up and holds out
his hand to me. I don’t even think to check my skirt to see if it’s
all bunched up. I follow him, a knot of anxiety and excitement in
my entrails, one hand in
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