"Luckiest Uber drive ever," Brad laughed as we walked into Sheri's small, tidy apartment. The four of us—Brad, his friend Kent, my friend-with-benefits and partner in crime Sheri, and myself—had just hopped out of the Uber that had taken us from the club to Sheri's place. On the way, I had sucked off both guys, as well as got finger banged by Brad and spanked by Kent, while Sheri first sucked off then was finger fucked by the driver.
"Yeah, but his next riders will be overwhelmed with the mingled aromas of pussy and spunk," Sheri grinned.
I nodded but did not speak as I looked around Sheri's Apartment. I'd never been to there before—when we'd been together, both earlier in the week and before with my ex, we'd been at my place. Her apartment had a small kitchen, a dining area, and a living room complete with couch, coffee table, and TV. A hallway led to what I presumed was the bathroom and the bedroom.
"Like an orgy," Brad chuckled.
"Or a whorehouse. And of course, the driver isn't the only lucky one. We're pretty damn lucky too," Kent, the shorter and more muscularly built of the two guys, said, and I turned to see him staring at me.
"Oh, we're lucky too," Sheri said, winking as she spoke. "Marco really knew how to use his fingers, and little Jessi here came twice from you two."
"But let's help the guys get even luckier," I suggested, stepping close to Sheri and kissing her, our tongues wiggling together. And as I tasted the Uber driver's cum in her mouth, I knew she was tasting Kent and Brad's in mine. My arousal, which had been at a steady but low level since my last orgasm, flared.
"Let's give them a show," Sheri whispered in my ear.
I nodded as I stared into her green eyes. The thought of licking each other to orgasm as Kent and Brad watched us heated my pussy even more than it already was.
"Guys, can you move this coffee table to the side for us? We want to give you a girl/girl sex show if that's okay with you."
"Fuck yeah," Kent grinned as Brad nodded his head vigorously.
Seconds later, they had the coffee table out of our way and had settled onto the couch. Sheri's eyes held mine for several seconds, then we were kissing again. At first, I was lost in the moment, then a stray thought bounced into my head.
The last time you put on a show with Sheri it was for me
, Mark's voice reminded me, and with that, dozens of more thoughts ricocheted around inside my head.
My body stiffened and my lips and tongue grew still. Sheri drew back from me, eyes narrowed as my breathing quickened and my chilled limbs trembled. I met her gaze, and the concern I saw in it made me feel even worse. I wanted to bolt, to find a dark, lonely corner to sink into, but there was no place to run. I was trapped. Trapped with a girl I barely knew, other than in the physical sense, and two guys I didn't know. Trapped with my own thoughts and the disappointed and disapproving thought-ghost of my ex. Trapped in my ever more chaotic mind.
"I need to go freshen up," Sheri announced before she grabbed my hand and dragged me to her bathroom. I followed without saying anything, my eyes downcast. The guys both said something, their voices full of protest and disappointment, but I could not make out what it was they said. A rush of white noise filled my head.
"You okay?" Sheri asked after she had closed the bathroom door.
I nodded but couldn't speak because I'd started to hyperventilate.
"Is it a panic attack?"
I nodded again and sank to my knees on the tile floor. I couldn't believe this was happening now when I was so close to an opportunity to live my fantasy of one cock in my mouth and one in my cunt. That fear bred new millipedes, which mixed with the ones already swarming inside my head and fueled the chaos.
"You need to try to take deep breaths," Sheri told me, and I knew she was right. But I couldn't make myself do it.
"Wait here," she said a few seconds later.
I wanted to ask her not to leave, but I still couldn't talk. Outside the partially closed door, I heard voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. I tried to stand, but my legs were not strong enough.
"Drink this," Sheri's voice told me, and I jumped. I hadn't even realized she'd come back.
"Don't want water," I managed to say as I shook my head.
"It's wine," the other girl informed me before she put the cool glass to my lips.
I wanted to ask if it was red or white—I don't like white wine—but before I could, the chilled liquid filled my mouth. An almost overwhelming sweetness attacked my taste buds, and I came close to spitting it all out. But I forced myself to swallow, then took another sip.
"I hate white wine," I croaked when the glass was empty, but I had to admit I felt a little better.
"Sorry. It's all I had."
"Shit, I didn't mean it that way. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Jessi," the other girl said as she rubbed my back and stroked my hair.
I didn't know if it was the wine, Sheri's comforting touch, or her soothing voice, but I began to calm down. The millipedes in my head slowed, and I was able to shove them away from conscious thought.
"I'm okay," I told her a few minutes later, climbing to my feet with her help. "Think they're still there?"
"I'm sure of it," Sheri chuckled. "I told them you needed something to settle your stomach after swallowing that much cum."
"Swallowing cum never bothers me."
"They don't know that. And if you do it again, they'll be even more impressed that you're willing to when it upset your tummy earlier."
"Yeah, that's a good point."
"I thought so. You ready to go back out there or you need a little bit longer."
"I'm okay. It wasn't them anyway, not really. When we started kissing, I thought about Mark and when we did that for him. Everything else just followed, and I couldn't get my mind out of worrying about how much a slut all this, and being so turned on by all this, makes me. I kept thinking how much this would bother Mark, and how he'd think I wasn't living up to who I could be. And then I thought about how I really want him to be the only man I'm with, but I sucked two guys off earlier and will be doing more with them soon only because I can't have him anymore."
"That's a lot to think about all at once."
"Tell me about it. But I'm better now."
"So, you're ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready."
***
The guys sat on the couch, a few feet and our dresses between them, as they watched Sheri and me kiss. We were on our knees and naked, hands roaming each other's tits and legs as our tongues contended. A minute or so earlier, Sheri had peeled off my dress and tossed it to Kent. Left only in my sodden thong, I did the same for Sheri, sending her dress to Brad. Seconds after that, my thong followed. Kent snagged it in air and brought it to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling. Now he held it in his clenched fist as he stared at us.
"Fuck, this is hot," I whispered to Sheri, my eyes darting to the couch and then back to her face.
"Yeah," she breathed. "I'm dripping."
"I can smell," I teased her in a soft voice. "But I'm sure you can too."
"You know it, slut," she grinned.
"What are you two whispering about?" Brad asked, his question bordering on strident.
"What we're going to do to each other," Sheri purred, giving both guys a big smile. "Starting with me feasting on Jessi's perfect tits."
When Sheri's lips dropped to one nipple as she gave my other boob a long squeeze, I couldn't help but moan. I did manage to keep my eyes open and on our audience. Both guys sat forward as the strawberry blonde twisted my tits and switched her mouth back and forth between my fully popped nubs.
"They're a little small, but they do look nice," Brad commented, his words luring out a few millipedes in my brain. But Kent's reply sent them scurrying back into hiding.
"A perfect handful is what my ass of a friend meant to say," the dark-haired man said, his gray eyes locked on mine. "With those beautiful, sexy pink nipples."
"Sheri's are better," I managed to say as my friend nibbled on one of the nipples Kent had just praised.
For a heartbeat, voicing my fears seemed as if it would bring a cascade of thoughts raining down on me. But I focused on what Sheri was doing, which involved her biting and pulling my nipples before letting go of them, igniting glorious bursts of pleasure and pain. I found my calm.
"Sheri's are bigger," Kent said, seeming oblivious of my inner struggles. "And awesome. But so are yours. I true tit connoisseur appreciates the beauty of a girl's boobs, not the size.
I rolled my eyes, and was quite sure Sheri was doing the same, but I appreciated his sentiment. And I suspected he really meant it.
"Wait a second," my friend said a moment later as she knelt upright and glared at Brad. "When you were dancing with Jessi, you were staring at her tits most the time. Now you're negging them?"
"I wasn't negging," the sandy-haired man objected, his hands held up in front of him. "Just my opinion. And I was staring because it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. And I was staring at yours too."
"Maybe neither of you should get them or anything else," the strawberry blonde suggested as she got to her feet. "We don't need this shit."
Memories of Kent's cock in my mouth as Brad finger-fucked me floated through my head. In my mind, that had been a preview of what I was hoping would happen later when I had one of their dicks in my pussy while I sucked on the other. And Sheri standing up for me, as great as that was, put the future of my fantasy in danger. So, despite how much I appreciated her protection, I knew I had to do something to save everything.
Grabbing Sheri's smooth thighs, I turned her so she was facing me and not the guys, then buried my face between her legs, my tongue sliding through the folds of her still sopping wet pussy as I pushed my nose against her clit. The scent of her floral perfume mixed with the musky aroma of her arousal, igniting a firestorm of twinges in my own pussy. I looked up, and her green eyes held my gaze for several seconds, and in that time I was sure she understood my message. A thin smile graced her face before she closed her eyes and moaned, her fingers lacing through my hair as I moved my tongue up to her clit, the tip wiggling against her sensitive button.
"Fuck," Brad grunted, and I could see enough of him to tell that he had freed his long, thin dick and was stroking it.
Kent did not have his thicker but shorter cock out yet, but he was rubbing it through his jeans, much as I had while we'd danced. I thought about the feel of it in my mouth, when I had sucked him off in the car, and I clamped my legs together as small spasms spread through my needful cunt. I wanted to put all my attention on making Sheri cum, not on my own arousal.
"We should sixty-nine," my friend told me, and I knew she was right—that would be a nice visual for the guys—but I shook my head and kept up my lingual attack on her clit.
Like when she had played with me and Mark, I was well aware that she'd be somewhat left out if things went the way I wanted. So, I was happy to make sure she got hers first. And from what the guys were doing, it seemed they didn't mind the show I was putting on for them.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming," the other girl groaned after another minute or so.
