Room W View

While I missed Ferry and kicked myself for screwing up the relationship, I also was pragmatic. Maybe I was becoming the asshole Ferry said I was, but I pushed her to the back of my mind and focused on the life facing me every day.

My days blurred together. I met with the major client who liked my work and we seemed to hit it off. He got into a habit of calling me directly and asking my opinion. I told Martin. He scowled, swore, accused me of undercutting him and finally reminded me to bill for "every fucking second you're on the phone with him." I learned that one thing trumps all: Billing.

Rarely did I arrive home at my apartment before ten. After a week of slacking off exercising since I was on the road at one of the client's factories, I arrived home on Saturday night, stripped, picked up my jump rope and started getting my ass in gear.

Dripping sweat I paused and pulled off my ear buds when I thought I heard my cell.

Hoping it might be Ferry, I grabbed it from the kitchen counter. I didn't recognize the number and said hell-o.

"Kyle?"

"Yes."

"We're at your door. You didn't answer, but we could hear you in there."

I recognized Tiffany's voice.

"I was jumping rope and had my earbuds in."

"Ooh, like jumping rope and, you know..."

I chuckled, "Yeah, and you know..."

"Let us in."

"You mean as I am?"

After a slight pause and hearing Tiffany whispering to Brittany, I heard, "Please."

Artemis was still away. So my exhibitionist desires were thwarted for close to a month. Exposing myself to the TV girls was definitely appealing. Recalling the one other time it happened, I smiled and walked to the door.

Pulling it open while letting it cover me, I invited the women in.

I closed the door and they regarded me.

"Wow," said Tiffany.

"You're all sweaty," offered Brittany.

"Britty, never mind the sweat, check out the bod. It looks better than I remembered."

That made us all laugh.

"So, are you finished exercising?" Tiffany asked.

"I was planning an a few more minutes."

"Great, we'll just make ourselves comfortable.

"Do you have anything to drink?" Brittany asked.

I pointed to the fridge and told them they were welcome to anything they could find.

In a minute they were sitting on the couch. Brittany had a white wine and Tiffany was drinking beer from the bottle.

Normally I faced the windows, but I turned and stood directly toward my audience.

I slipped my earbuds in, poked the iPod cradled in the holster fixed to my bicep and picked up the rope.

Beginning slowly, I picked up the tempo. My dick was bouncing and my sweat was flying.

I couldn't hear the comments the women were exchanging, but their eyes never went higher than my waist. I mixed up my routine with two feet skipping, crossovers and a few other moves.

I then began to slow and let my heart rate come down from its peak.

Panting, with my hands on my hips, I came to a stop. The rope lay at my feet and I gulped large amounts of air.

Tiffany spoke. I pulled the earbuds out, "What?"

"You are fucking gorgeous," she repeated and smiled.

"Can you get me the towel?" I pointed to it hanging on the back of a stool at the kitchen counter.

She brought it and said, "May I?"

I made no response and she wiped my face.

Tiffany moved behind me and mopped the sweat from my back. I sensed her kneeling behind me. Her hands moved over my naked butt. I jumped when I felt her lips caress one cheek. Instinctively, I flexed. She groaned and kissed the other one.

Tiffany moved in front. The towel moved across my chest.

She knelt and dried each leg. Finally, she placed the towel over my sex and gently rubbed. After a few seconds, I knew I was dry, but made no attempt to stop her. Tiffany cradled my balls in the towel and massaged them. By now, nature was taking its course. She pulled back the towel to expose my erection to her lover and herself.

"Kyle, this is awesome." Tiffany ran her hand up and down my shaft.

"We wanted to discuss the baby-making thing," said Brittany. "I guess this would be a good time."

Tiffany continued to play softly with my hard dick.

"What makes you say that?" I joked.

"I guess asking if you are up for it, would be idiotic," said Brittany. "The question is, will you?"

"I've thought a lot about it," I answered. I looked at the beautiful woman at my feet. "If we can agree about me giving up all paternal rights and that you agree not to pursue me for any rights, then, yes I am willing to help."

Brittany snorted. "Even though you sound like an asshole lawyer, we both like you a lot. I know Tiffany has the hots for you. Now, I can see she also likes the equipment. So, yeah, we agree to all that legal bullshit. We will sign anything you give us."

I nodded and stroked Tiffany's thick hair.

"So, when?" I said.

Tiffany moved forward and took my dick into her mouth.

With a wry smile, Brittany asked, "How's that for an answer?"

I helped Tiffany up.

"My place or yours?" I asked.

"Since we're here and you're ready," she said, "as long as your sheets are not like totally gross, I say let's go."

I took her hand. "Clean sheets went on Monday and I was out of town Wednesday to this morning."

"Perfect."

"Not to be indelicate," I said, "but since we are trying for pregnancy, we will be having unprotected sex. Maybe we should discuss it."

Tiffany said, "Since we started thinking about this, both Britty and I have been tested. Clean as clean can be. And, neither one of us has been with anyone else. Your turn."

"When the firm offered me the associate position, they required a complete—and I mean as complete as any tight-assed lawyers could make it—physical. So, I was tested for everything, including STD's. Just like you, all clean. And, I have not been with anyone since then."

"Wow, that's a long time to go without you-know-what," said Tiffany.

"It is what it is," I acknowledged.

Tiffany looked at her lover. There was a look of anticipation in her eyes, but also something else. I studied Brittany's face. Sorrow. She was giving her lover to someone else. I imagined she was wondering if should she stay on the couch or go back to their apartment.

Pulling Tiffany with me, I walked to stand next to Brittany.

"Brittany, you know we are doing this to make you both happy. This could be the start of your family, your child. I am only the delivery system of one small part. In no way, does what Tiffany and I do take away from the love she has for you."

Brittany could no longer hold back her tears. She nodded.

I held out my hand, "Please join us."

Her head sprang up. "Honestly."

"Yep. I think you need to be involved."

Tiffany kissed my cheek and we both helped Brittany off the couch.

Hand in hand in hand we walked to my bedroom.

I pulled the top covers back.

"Any boundaries?" I asked.

"Make love to her as you would any woman," said Brittany. "Our child should begin with a beautiful act of love."

"Undress her," I said to Brittany.

The women faced each other and then kissed. Holding tightly, they kissed deeply and for a long time.

Breaking apart, Brittany slowly unbuttoned Tiffany's blouse. She threw it on the chair. Kneeling, she undid her jeans and pulled them down. She quickly removed her lover's knee socks. Brittany slipped her fingers in the elastic of Tiffany's bikini bottoms and eased them past her hips and to the floor. Tiffany stepped out of them.

Looking at her lover's exposed sex, Brittany pressed her lips to her. She breathed in and kissed her all around her lips and the neatly trimmed dark patch. I admired the small and tight butt. Her stomach was mostly flat but swelled in a sexy way as it approached her pussy.

Brittany stood and reached behind to undo Tiffany's bra. Letting it fall between them, she cupped her lover's large breasts. Next, she bent and kissed the stiff nipples one at a time. Tiffany threw her head back and groaned.

The hugged and kissed again.

"Do you want to undress?" I asked Brittany.

"Why?"

"I think you should be in bed with us. You can help get Tiffany ready for me. Maybe even help insert her. I don't know. I've never done this before."

"Never had a threesome?" asked Brittany.

"No. Thought about it though."

We all laughed and that eased some of the building tension.

"Yeah, I think I would want to be involved," said Brittany. "But one thing, and don't take any offense. Do not think I'm getting sexually involved with you. Please do not touch me."

"Sure. I understand. But, just so you know, you can touch me anytime you want."

Brittany nodded and smiled at me. She turned back to Tiffany.

Tiffany pulled her lover's sweater over her head. Brittany wore a thin, black bra. In a second it lay on the floor and Tiffany was kissing the small and beautiful breasts, making the nipples stand out.

She quickly undid her pants and pulled Brittany's panties off. She was clean-shaven. Tiffany ran her fingers along the smooth cleft while the two women kissed.

"Make me wet, honey," she said to Brittany, passion deepening her voice.

Tiffany lay back on the bed. Brittany slowly kissed her way down until her face rested between her legs. She began using her lips and tongue all over the now open sex of her lover. Tiffany reacted and moved her hips back and forth.

I was in awe watching them. It could not be easy allowing a man to watch this intimate lovemaking. I needed no additional stimulus to keep me hard. I was sitting a little behind Brittany and could see her own sex open as she knelt between Tiffany's legs. Soon, moisture was flowing down her thighs. I did all I could to hold back from kissing that beautiful and inviting pussy.

Brittany was working three fingers in and out of Tiffany.

"I'm ready, sweetheart. Let Kyle take over."

Brittany scooted up and they kissed again. She then rolled to the side. I knelt between Tiffany's spread thighs.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

I leaned down, moving my tip to within a couple inches of her opening.

"Do you want to guide me in?" I asked Brittany.

"God, I never held one of those."

"I don't think you'll break it and I guarantee you won't get any dick cooties."

Slowly she moved her hand and took hold of me.

"It's really hard."

"Hence the term."

"Don't start being a jerk, Kyle," Brittany said. She pulled me and I let my body follow. She placed my tip between Tiffany's outer lips. Brittany kissed her lover and moved to the edge of the bed.

I began pushing in.

I eased inside. Tiffany made a small "o" with her lips as she expanded to accommodate my size. When I was fully settled, I looked into her eyes.

"Ok?"

She smiled and nodded. She turned to look at her lover. "Kiss me."

Brittany kissed her softly. Tiffany responded and pushed hard against the other woman's lips. I could see their tongues begin to move back and forth.

"I love you," Tiffany whispered.

"I love you,' responded Brittany.

She returned her gaze to me. "Let's do it."

I pulled slowly out until just my tip was trapped between her lips. Just as slowly I pushed back in. Tiffany smiled at the long forgotten sensation. As I pulled back out, Brittany gasped as she saw my slick erection pulling her lover's lips along the shaft.

"I never imagined it would look like that," she said.

"Touch it," I urged.

"Yes, please do it," said Tiffany.

Brittany ran her fingers along my wet shaft. I pushed back in as she kept her fingers close to Tiffany's entrance.

"God, that feels so powerful. I think I'm getting the attraction of a dick."

"Can't make me feel as good as you, darling," said Tiffany and took Brittany's hand in hers.

I began moving with rhythm, tip almost popping out and then thrusting back until my balls bounced on her ass. Reflexively, Tiffany spread her thighs farther apart and began pushing back with her hips.

Picking up the pace, I lifted one leg and put it on my shoulder. This enabled me to angle my approach and I hoped I was hitting her g-spot.

I saw Tiffany draw in a deep breath and felt I hit the target. I could sense her wanting to cry out, but holding back. Perhaps she did not want to let Brittany know how much she was enjoying the contact with a man.

Brittany must have understood the same thing. "Honey, let yourself go. It's ok to enjoy it. I want our baby to be conceived in a moment of pure pleasure. I want this for you."

Tiffany's eyes were squeezed shut. She opened them looked at her lover and smiled. After another thrust she groaned loudly.

"That is so fucking good," she said.

I doubled the pace, but still was not pounding her. Tiffany and Brittany continued to hold hands.

As I was ready to go into high gear, I lifted Tiffany's other leg onto my shoulder. I leaned forward resting my arms on either side of her head. I pounded. She grunted.

"Getting real close," I said.

"Ready when you are," Tiffany responded. Turning to Brittany she said, "Get my clit."

Going as hard and fast as I could, I could feel Brittany's fingers moving on her lover. Tiffany was making loud gasps as the two of us worked to bring her to climax.

"Coming," I grunted.

I paused and then felt the exquisite release flowing from me into Tiffany. Tiffany screamed as she came with Brittany's hand moving across her nub. She bucked hard against me, sweat glistening on her body.

I eased her legs down and withdrew. Brittany grabbed two pillows. She lifted Tiffany's butt and slid the pillows underneath.

"Says it helps the sperm reach the target," she said by way of explanation.

I lay beside Tiffany. Brittany kissed her lover.

"He deserves one, too," said Tiffany.

Brittany leaned across her and we kissed. Her lips were warm and soft. I touched her cheek and ran my fingers through her soft blond hair. We kissed again.

"Thank you, Kyle."

"I just hope those little guys are good swimmers," I answered.

"Me, too," said Tiffany. "But to be sure, would you mind a double-header tomorrow and one more on Monday?"

"God, the things I have to do to be your friend," I said in mock disgust.

We all laughed.

"You know," said Brittany, "I'm as horny as horny gets right now after watching you two."

"I think I have a remedy for that," said Tiffany.

"I don't want you getting up," Brittany replied.

"I won't."

Tiffany extended her tongue and licked her lips lasciviously. She patted the top of her chest.

Brittany knelt on her lover's stomach and started to inch up.

"Uh, this is my cue to leave," I said.

"Stay for one minute," pleaded Tiffany.

Brittany now hovered over her lover's face, her pussy inches from her mouth.

Slowly she lowered herself. I saw Tiffany's tongue slide out and ride the slit.

"Oh, god," said Brittany.

"You are so fucking wet," said Tiffany. "I think you may be a cock whore."

"Shut up, bitch, and lick my pussy. Eat me and eat me good."

I was shocked at the crude dialogue, but then realized they probably liked talking dirty to each other.

Brittany was grinding her pussy as Tiffany licked and used her tongue to probe.

I stroked Tiffany's hair, kissed Brittany on the cheek and headed for the living room.

I could still hear the cries, but at least I wasn't sitting in their bed. I washed my dick in the powder room and lay on the couch. I pulled a comforter over me and fell sound asleep.

Sometime later I was dreaming that I was receiving a first class blow job. I jolted awake to realize it was not a dream. I saw the tangle of dark hair covering my groin.

"Hmm, that is just about the best way to wake from a nap."

Tiffany broke contact and looked up.

"Thanks. Just another way to show appreciation."

"Where's Brittany?"

"Passed out. I guess I fucked her senseless, too." She smiled.

"Come here." I opened my arms and she slid into my grasp.

"Don't want me to finish. I don't mind."

"Thank you. It felt wonderful. But, I'd rather just cuddle you."

"A guy turning down a BJ? This definitely will make our morning newscast."

"Tiffany, before was special. I think we need to keep it at the level of both of us working to make you pregnant. I would love to give you oral and I would more than love you to continue what you were doing. That is getting close to the line, maybe even crossing it. Let's just be good friends and then fuck the hell out of each other. Can we do that?"

"Yeah, especially the fucking the hell part."

She rested her head on my shoulder and I stroked her back. Admittedly, I also fondled her ass, but it was in a nice way. Still, it was a sweet ass.

When I next awoke, it was dark out. I wasn't sure what woke me, but then I felt a kiss on my lips.

Brittany was sitting on the floor next to us.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi. She's still out?"

I nodded.

"Kyle, thank you. That was one of the most beautiful and erotic things I have ever witnessed. I have a good feeling that we're going to be successful."

"I'm happy to hear you say that. I was worried it might be awkward for all of us."

"I thought it might be, also. But, it wasn't. Almost makes me think being straight is not that bad."

"Yeah, well, watching you and Tiffany was beautiful."

"You didn't stay."

"I didn't need to. I could see how you love each other and I think you needed privacy after what Tiffany and I did."

Brittany kissed me again.

"Our baby is going to be lucky to have a daddy like you."

I must have shown something in my expression.

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that. I know you are not planning to be involved and we are not expecting you to do anything. You will have done enough if Tiffany becomes pregnant."

I relaxed and reached for her hand. We joined our fingers as I held her sleeping lover.

Just to be on the safe side, Tiffany and I tried four more times over the next two days. I was worried I was depleting the sperm supply by the end.

Brittany joined us for all those times. After once again doing oral on Tiff to get her ready, she took hold of my dick.

"I never touched a guy before we started all this," she said. Running her hand up and down my erection, she smiled. "I might lose my membership card in the All Girls Club, but would you mind if I kissed it."

"Brittany, you can do whatever you want."

She slowly moved her mouth to my tip. Pursing her lips, she lightly kissed my tip. She looked in my eyes and I smiled. She turned to look at Tiffany. Her lover nodded. Brittany opened her mouth and took my head inside.

After sucking gently, she withdrew it.

"Not totally disgusting," she said with a laugh.

"But, not very exciting?" I asked.

"Not really."

"Any other curiosity?" I said.

Tiffany and Brittany exchanged a look.

"I never had one inside me."

"Is it something you want to try?" I asked.

"Never did before," she said. "But seeing how Tiff reacts, well, I guess I am a little curious."

"I'd be happy to do it."

"Yeah, I know," Brittany said looking at my naked body. "For a guy, I guess any cunt will do."

"Brittany, that's not true, at least with me," I said. "Sure, men see a beautiful woman and they think about how she looks naked and how she would be in bed. But, that's fantasy. When it comes to it, I have to feel some emotional attachment in order to have sex."

"You have an emotional attachment to me?" she asked.

"I like you a lot. I've had sex with your partner. Yeah, I guess there is some sort of attachment. But, it is only if you thought you would want to do it. I guess what I'm trying to say is I would do whatever you want."

Tiffany sat up and kissed her lover.

"Honey, don't do this for me. I think you are trying to prove something you don't have to. I love only you. I don't want us to have a man in our lives. I appreciate everything Kyle is doing, but you don't have to screw a guy to make me happy."