This is a standalone story, created just to shake the cobwebs out of my imagination and get my fingers moving over the keyboard again.
I've been busy writing a lot this week, but in the meantime, here's a short story about Emily and Molly, a married couple who welcome Austin, the twenty-year-old son of an old college friend to crash on their sofa while he passes through town.
Like everything that I write, this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about std's, or the need for birth control.
Thanks for reading!
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I sat in front of the fireplace, staring at the flickering flames and listening to the wind blow against the front windows.
I'd been reading, but a few minutes ago I'd turned the lights off so I could just sit and enjoy the fire in silence.
My wife Molly was upstairs asleep since she'd put in a full day at the office.
An old friend of ours from college had reached out to us a few weeks ago and told us that her son Austin would be in town for a wedding this weekend and asked if we could possibly make room for him to stay with us.
Our place was small, but we'd happily offered our sofa to the young man. He had arrived earlier that afternoon, and the three of us picked up just where we'd left off last summer when we'd met him for the first time.
We sat around and teased and flirted and laughed together, before he had to head out for the rehearsal dinner.
Molly and I had eaten and then watched part of a movie, before she started to yawn and announced that she was going to bed.
Knowing that she'd had a stressful week and would appreciate a bit of pampering to help her fall asleep, I'd followed her upstairs and once she was in her nightgown, I'd given her a soft backrub.
After about twenty minutes I snuggled against her to kiss her goodnight, and the way she pushed her hips against me told me she needed more than just a squeeze and kiss before she could sleep.
I slid down between her thighs and pushed her nightgown up around her waist, feeling my body respond to the scent of her arousal as she spread her legs.
I licked each of her thighs and then I worked my way up to her delicious pussy. I kissed and licked and tickled and touched and rubbed every millimeter of flesh around and up inside her sensitive opening.
I took my time, spending almost an hour bringing her pleasure to the tipping point over and over again, before backing off.
I could sense the pressure inside her become even more powerful, and even when her orgasmic need became less immediate, the pressure remained. And then I would start again, a new round of intense pleasure building inside her.
She trembled and whimpered and twisted her fingers in my hair, pushing herself up at me with more and more urgency as the orgasm we both wanted so desperately hovered just out of her reach.
Finally, I gave in and moved my mouth over her stiff clitoris and used my tongue to make her orgasm.
I licked and sucked and fingered her as her orgasm crested, and then I kept going, stimulating her until her need suddenly burst into a second even more intense explosion of pleasure, and I started going faster, my tongue and fingers moving against her as fast as they could.
Finally, a third orgasm consumed her and she screamed and thrashed on the bed and dug her nails into my shoulders as her clitoris became too sensitive for my tongue.
I kissed her inner thigh softly as she panted and gasped and came back down to earth, and finally I climbed up the bed and kissed her mouth gently.
Her tongue pushed into my mouth as she savored the taste of herself on my lips, and I licked her lips gently one final time and buried my face against her neck and held her until she fell asleep.
I slid out of our bed and dressed in the dark, pulling my pajama pants and sweatshirt on before creeping back downstairs.
I didn't mind not having an orgasm. We each enjoyed occasionally focusing exclusively on the other, and I knew that she'd make it up to me with a vengeance in the next few days.
Besides the wet dripping of denied pleasure between my legs filled with me delicious anticipation.
With Austin spending most of tomorrow at the wedding and reception, I figured I could easily talk her into an afternoon of sweaty teasing and kinky play.
I was filled with pent up energy from making Molly cum, and I decided to fix myself a drink and read for a while.
Two hours later with the drink long gone I was sitting in front of the fire.
The passing of time hadn't lessened the need in my cunt, and I was wondering if I had enough time to make myself cum right there on the sofa before Austin returned.
But no sooner had I pushed my fingers into the front of my pajamas than I heard him unlocking the kitchen door with the key we'd loaned him. I sat up and decided that I'd just have to wait until tomorrow.
"Welcome back." I said quietly, as he came into the room. "Have fun?"
"I didn't have a bad time." He grinned. "But it was just like every other wedding rehearsal and dinner that I've been to."
"No single bridesmaids?" I asked.
"Everyone is paired off." He said. "Everyone except me that is. But I knew that before I got here."
"That's right." I remembered. "Your mother had mentioned that you saw no need for a hotel room since the odds of you finding someone to share the bed with were practically zero."
"I need to save my money anyway." He said. "Not that I would have objected to a weekend of no strings attached fun. I spend so much time studying and working that I think I've forgotten how sex even works."
"It's the most natural thing in the world." I told him. "You'll meet someone and suddenly you'll be in bed with them fucking like a pro."
"More like a barely experienced amateur." He laughed. "But you're right. The actual sex isn't the hard part. It's the meeting of someone and building that connection that's hard."
"Well the sex part should be hard too." I told him. "In fact, the harder the better in my opinion."
He stared at me for a moment, and I could see him struggling to say something.
"Don't panic." I whispered, leaning close to him. "Just because I prefer girls doesn't mean I don't know my way around a nice hard cock."
"Oh." He stammered. "Okay. I just...I was...okay."
"Relax." I giggled. "I've always been into girls, but both Molly and I need some dick once in a while."
"Well that's.....uh....well...I mean...I'm sorry." He stammered some more. "Maybe I should just shut the hell up before I say the wrong thing."
"Nonsense." I assured him. "You can't offend me unless you're cruel on purpose. I'm sure your mom told you to be nice and respectful and all of that, but you can say anything you want Austin."
"I was just going to say that knowing that will make it even harder to sleep tonight." He grinned. "But as I started to say it, I realized how objectifying it would sound."
"Harder to sleep huh?" I grinned. "It's kind of fun being objectified by a twenty-year-old guy. Does that mean if I get down here early enough in the morning I'll get a chance to see some genuine morning wood?"
"All of the bridesmaids are sexy as hell and they were all dressed showing off their cleavage." He laughed. "It won't take until morning for that to happen."
"Oh yeah?" I whispered, wiggling closer to him on the sofa. "So, speaking of objectifying someone, how long will it take?"
"How long until...?" he asked.
I thought I detected a slight waver in his voice, and wondered if he were nervous or horny. Or maybe both.
"Until there's something worth looking at?" I asked him, staring into his eyes.
"Um...you mean?" he asked.
"Yes." I said, purposely looking down directly at this crotch. "Suppose a lady on this sofa wanted to see a cock? How long would it take for it to stand up and make her glad she was looking at it?"
"Not long." He said softly. "If a lady wanted to see it a gentleman would be foolish to deny her a look."
"Well then Austin," I said with what I hoped was a sweet smile, "how about giving me a look?"
"Right here?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Yes indeed." I giggled.
"Right now?" he asked in a rush.