Author's note:
This story is just an introduction to the sequel that should be published shortly. It contains segments of exhibitionism, lesbian and threesome, but is set in exhibitionism & voyeur category mostly due to the fact that the upcoming sequel will be a true e&v story.
Also, it is worth noting that this story is actually based on true events. Some dialogue and non-sexual events of the evening may be changed and shortened to avoid unnecessary clutter, and the names of the protagonists have also been changed, but it is a relatively accurate description of the author's own threesome experience.
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"Do we need something from the store?" I asked Lydia while standing on the doorstep.
"Sure. Get some bread. Oh, and get a bottle of coke," she answered while approaching me. She kissed and hugged me, then continued: "When will you be coming back?"
"I dunno... Around eight, maybe? Let's say eight-ish," I answered, already closing the door.
"Cool. Oh, and I forgot to tell you -- Snowy's coming over sometime before eight o'clock," Lydia announced casually. Snowy -- or Snoween (yeah, really) by her full first name -- was Lydia's friend. She used to date Lydia's brother, but that ended a long time ago, and the girls' friendship stuck.
"Cool. See ya!" I replied indifferently and closed the door. I had to do some stuff at the college, get a bag of ganja and -- obviously -- buy some bread and a bottle of coke. It was late spring going into early summer outside, depending on how one would experience the end of May. It was still not too hot, but warm enough so that the choice of clothes was not something to worry about. It was my favorite time of year.
However, it is important to track back a bit to explain the background of the story. At the time of this event, I was a junior in college. Lydia was my girlfriend at the time. We met in our freshman year. The chemistry between us was awesome, but she had a boyfriend at the time. Still, that relationship was apparently not really emotional, since it took 48 hours from our first encounter for her to break up with him and for us to end up screwing our brains out.
After a year or so, a combination of our desire to be together as much as possible (ok, to fuck as often as possible) and Lydia's bad financial situation brought us to the situation where she moved into my tiny student apartment. So, two of us, two young lovebirds, started living in my studio loft, spending most of our time fucking, partying and occasionally even studying.
She was, to put it mildly, a fox. Almost six feet tall, thin, long-legged -- all in all, built like a model. She had the perfect C-cup perky tits and a small firm ass. She was blonde and, in hindsight, not the perfect choice for me. But she was an animal in the sack -- open for anything and really eager for my cock.
Not that I tried to be overly kinky -- at least not publicly. But in 1-on-1 situations, there was not a thing we both wanted to try that was left untried. Anal, toys, bondage, sex in public places (both daytime and nighttime) -- It was impossible to say that I wasn't satisfied with my sex life. But, being a man, and an extremely potent 21-year old at that, I was always up for and lusting for more. I didn't cheat; it was always one too low for me. But I did jerk off to all of her good looking or at least fuckable friends -- more than once, there's no denial.
Snowy was one of those friends. We were always cool, but I was careful not to cross any boundaries in words or actions. She was on the short side, some 5ft5in at most, but very voluptuous. Not fat or even chubby, just extremely curvy. She had enormous tits -- definite DD's -- and a more beautiful and tighter version of the Kim Kardashian's ass. On top of that, she had that type of full lips that you can immediately imagine being wrapped around your dick.
Unfortunately, she wasn't really open to show herself. Always in jeans and high-cut t-shirts or vests, there was not even a remote chance to get a peek of what's hidden underneath. On top of that, she was shy -- not the quiet type, but one of those people that weren't able to talk about sex or anything related to it. Even when I opened the subject jokingly, she would immediately blush and begin to act like a little girl caught shoplifting. Of course, that didn't really matter to me. My imagination developed all kinds of scenarios that included Snowy, which had enabled me to get myself off to some fantasy situation whenever Lydia wasn't available, or sex wasn't an option for any reason. All in all, nothing unusual for a healthy male of that age.
Anyway, after I did what had to be done around the town, I got home exactly as I planned, a couple of minutes after eight o'clock. Even before I opened the door, I heard female voices and giggling coming from the apartment. Girls were in the middle of a gossip-run. Oh well, I endured such evenings before... I opened the door and entered the apartment.
"Woohoo, there he is!" Snowy exclaimed while Lydia laughed.
"Hello to you to! I like the optimistic welcoming," I answered. I scanned the table in front of the sofa on which they were sitting and noticed a bottle of vodka and a bottle of bitter lemon, both missing some content. Not bad.
"Snowy just passed one of her finals, so she brought a little something to celebrate it," said Lydia. "Won't you congratulate her?"
"All right! Well done babe, get over here so I can smooch you!" I approached her, grabbed her hand for a hearty handshake and kissed her on both of her cheeks.
"Thanks! It's just the one, but it was the hardest this year," she said smilingly, "Come on, pour yourself a glass, so I can toast with you too."
I didn't have to be told twice. I quickly took a glass from the kitchen and mixed myself a drink, and we clinked our glasses.
"To Snowy, a major in... What's your major, anyway?" I asked jokingly, and she replied by punching me in the thigh and shortly exclaiming: "You idiot!"
The evening was unexpectedly becoming amusing. Since the girls were a couple of rounds ahead of me, they quickly began to talk louder, giggle without any reason and were getting really relaxed. After I had done a couple of quick shots, the effects took me over as well, so I started slowly changing the subject to Snowy's nemesis -- sex. I knew she would start to blush, but this time it seemed that her happiness and the amount of drink would get her to open up a bit.
And it did. She actually admitted not having a boyfriend for a while and that she was on a dry spell for a few months -- which, incidentally, helped her to focus on her academic duties. Of course, Lydia digressed into more girly parts of the subject which I couldn't care less about, so I rolled a joint.
After a really good spliff and a couple more drinks, we were getting seriously dazed. Snowy was on a roll, being visibly high and drunk, and it was apparent that she was inadvertently getting more opened up. So I took that as a cue to steer the conversation back to sex.
"So, Snowy, it's been a drought, ey? I bet both of your hands are operating at full capacity?" I asked directly, half-expecting her sudden withdrawal and some muttering -- or at least being declared a pervert.
"Every day. I don't get out of bed without it," she answered without any hesitation. Alcohol lowered her guard. "But I bet you still jerk off more often than me."
"Heeey... We have sex almost every day, he couldn't possibly do more," Lydia interrupted our little exchange, "I wear him out enough so that he doesn't have to do it himself."
Both Snowy and I burst out laughing. I turned toward Lydia, put my hand on her thigh and said pitifully: "Of course, darling, I never masturbate." And then I continued to laugh my ass off. Sometimes she really seemed too naive not to be considered a bit dumb.
