"So who's next?" Marie smiled at me.
We had dried off and put our clothes back on after a hot-tub sex session, and were now sitting on her couch. I was still trying to wrap my head around an arrangement I'd stumbled into: My ex-girlfriend's clique of friends passed around a guy whenever one of the girls broke up with him.
I had broken up with Carla during our first year of college. Now back home for the summer, her sexually aggressive friend Marie had made a move on me and told me about the deal.
"Uh, I don't know. Who would you pick?" I said.
My choices were: Anne, who was going to school on a track scholarship and had the tight body to match; Christine, a shy-but-cute girl who had won our senior yearbook's "Devil in Disguise" award (and had a twin brother who I was pretty good buddies with); Makenzie, the beauty-pageant prom queen with the unbelievable rack; and Lauren, Carla's closest friend who had a boyfriend I'd gotten to know over several double-dates.
"Who's the hottest? Besides me, of course," she said, tossing her hair sarcastically.
"You're all super hot," I said hesitantly. "I couldn't pick."
"Let me guess," she rolled her eyes. "Makenzie."
I blushed and smiled. "Real original," she said, punching my arm. Marie's phone buzzed. She looked at it, broke into a smile, and said, "I think our decision's been made for us.
"Hey Anne!" she answered. The track star. Now that I knew who I'd be doing this with next, my cock twitched in anticipation. An image of her tan, taut legs and sexy flat stomach ran through my head.
"You'll never guess who I'm with right now," Marie said. She looked at me and smiled. "She guessed it right away!" she said to me. "Yes, we did. It was super hot," she smiled, rubbing my crotch. Her mouth fell open when she felt it was already hard again. "So, your turn next? Awesome. Here, I'll put him on."
She handed me the phone, to my surprise. I wasn't ready to talk to Anne in these circumstances — especially as Marie knelt down in front of me and unbuckled my shorts.
"Uh, hello?" I said awkwardly.
"Oh hey, Stan," Anne said in an exaggerated, fancy-seeing-you-here way. Right as she said it, Marie stuck her tongue out and licked from my balls up to the head of my dick. Less than an hour after cumming all over her hot tub, and I almost shot it right there and then.
"What's up?" I said, looking up at the ceiling.
"You know, nothing much. You have fun with Marie?" she chuckled.
"Uh, yeah. Lots of fun. I was surprised to hear about your guys' little arrangement." Marie had half my dick in her mouth, and was moaning loudly — I think trying to let Anne hear what was happening.
"That's part of the fun. Every guy we pass around can hardly believe himself." She spoke fairly matter-of-factly about it. "So, you want to meet up tomorrow night for dinner?"
"For sure. Should I pick you up at like six, and we can go out somewhere?"
"Sounds good. As long as we go back to my place for dessert," she said flatly. She hung up, and I looked down and made eye contact with sexy Marie. That was it: For the third time in 12 hours, she brought me to an intense orgasm. For the second time, she happily swallowed all of it.
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I knocked on Anne's door and she quickly answered with a big smile.
"Stan!" she said warmly, and pulled me in for a hug. She smelled like flowers, and looked drop-dead sexy in short white shorts and a yellow t-shirt that accentuated her tan skin. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail.
We walked to my car, drove to the restaurant, and sat down. The entire time, we made incredibly natural, easy conversation. While Marie liked to act like a little minx, all sexy giggles and innuendo, Anne was more straightforward. We caught up about school, she told me about how much work it was to be on the track team, she asked a little bit about my and Carla's break-up.
It wasn't even awkward, and you'd hardly know from our conversation that we both knew we were going to end up with our clothes off later. I found myself really enjoying Anne's company.
