THREE: Kate Perry
Cassy, Arthur and I went to university together, although each one of us pursued a different degree. I was majoring in Biology, Arthur in Law, and Cassy in Chemical Engineering, but we were all in the same circle of friends.
For a while Cassy and I were very good friends, confidants even. Many times we cried to each other, either because of some misfortune or because of disappointments that had happened to us. But beyond our hopes and sorrows, we shared our intimacies. This came naturally to us. We talked about our passions and the men we were involved with.
It was to her that I told of my first time with Arthur, of how there had been a great chemistry, and how I had loved that he had been very good at foreplay, in no hurry to get to the end. And it was to me that she told how, among other things, she had ended a prom blowing one of our friends and had almost been caught in the act by the boy's mother.
All this would be enough to put her as a good candidate to participate in our special evening.
But there was one specific episode that came to my mind when her message popped up on my cell phone and made me realize that she would be a great candidate for my first threesome.
It was at the beginning of college and I still didn't know Arthur. There was a party at the house of some friends of ours. Already a little drunk, I don't know why, I decided to do a sexy scene. I was horny and needed attention. I knew that what I would do there would make me an object of desire for all the men around me.
I confess that the perspective of knowing that several men were getting a boner because of me increased my arousal even more. I know it is silly, but who has never felt powerful knowing that they were desired? We have all done it at some point, even if unconsciously. We don't have to do anything, just know that at any given moment any of the men around could be ours if we wanted to. It does feel good, yes, I won't deny it. And I don't think you would deny it either if you were honest. It's just an ego massage. But there are times when you need an ego massage, right?
It was then that I pulled Cassy to dance sensually with me in the middle of the room. She understood the joke and let herself go. The beats of the music set the rhythm, and we stuck together and rolled down to the floor, then back up again. The crowd went wild! We started rubbing our breasts against each other. I remember that at that moment it caught my attention that her nipples were already swollen... hard... Although it was a joke, I was wet, very horny... I could feel the boys' greedy eyes on both of us. How they were fucking us with their eyes. How they were probably fantasizing about both of us at that moment.
The guys started shouting "Kiss, kiss, kiss" and we just laughed. The joke wouldn't go that far.
Or would it?
Cassy laughed and pulled me once more into her body and kissed me. I felt her tongue invading my mouth and was stunned, not knowing what to do. Her hard nippled boobs brushing against mine. Her legs rubbing against mine. With our skirts riding up almost to our waists as we danced close to the floor, our sexes were nearly touching each other, one panty narrowly missing the other I felt her thigh on my sex; she felt my thigh on her sex. One feeling the other's wetness.
Not knowing what to do, I quickly kissed her, tasting her tongue for a brief moment and then pushed her away, laughing, as if it were all a planned part of a drunken joke. Nothing more. Nothing that other girls didn't also do at many other parties.
But I realized that there was at least a little bit of genuine horniness there. That at least a fraction of her really wanted my mouth.
But in the end, of course, it wasn't with her that I ended the party, but with a guy I knew from taking a course with me. I was absurdly horny because of Cass and had to settle for this guy. I remember kissing him long and hard, pressing his body against mine.
It was dawn and we were on foot. We stopped in an alley between two buildings. I opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I felt his hard cock in my hand, throbbing, and began to jerk him off. He pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties aside, also masturbating me. We kissed. My hand on his cock; his hand on my wet pussy.
I didn't care if we were on the street. As a matter of fact, I did. It turned me on...
His hand went up to my boobs and opened my bra. Soon I had my panties down between my legs and my breasts hanging out, with a delicious cock in my hand. He kissed my mouth, my ear, my breasts and my neck and I was dripping with lust, moaning and rolling around with his finger inside me.
"Do you have a condom?" - I asked.
He already reached into his pocket and picked up the protection. But I stopped him briefly.
I bent down and lightly licked his cock, which already had a drop of cum dripping down its head.
