A reader suggested the 1st time ménage theme. The only problem... I couldn't decide how to make the story go, so I wrote 2 different ones. If you haven't read it, see I Planned My Threesome. Hope you enjoy!
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My friend Ann and I wanted to dance and go a little crazy. (Ann is my wingman...she's ALWAYS up for anything, and I love her for it!) The club we chose is jam packed, the air heavy with the smells of competing colognes and sweat. The music has been great all night long so we have been on the dance floor almost constantly. For the last hour, 2 good looking guys have been trying their hardest to reel us in, plying us with drinks and flattery. And since they can actually dance, we've let them move in on us, splitting us up so we're dancing side by side instead of together. Rob, the taller, leaner of the 2, has his hands on my hips, my back against his chest as we move together. His friend Mark, shorter but with nice muscles bulging under his shirt, is swaying with Ann.
We take a break, heading towards a booth. Rob and I slide into 1 side, Ann and Mark into the other. Flagging down a waitress, the boys order shots for the table. While we wait for the drinks to arrive, Rob leans in to kiss me... and I let him. I love to kiss and to be kissed. He's not bad, even though I can taste the alcohol as our tongues meet. We break apart when the waitress arrives. I'm already feeling on the edge of control so I'm not sure a shot is right answer. On the other hand, free shot.
"Thanks but no thanks, guys," I decide. "I want to be able to enjoy tonight." Ann is in full party mode, however, and she slams it back. A new song comes out and we all head back to the dance floor. Rob wastes no time moving closer to me, moving his hips in time with mine and the music. We grind together, arms around each other. While I'm trying to keep an eye on Ann, Rob really has my attention. Good looking, tall, knows how to move... I wonder how he'll be in the sack? When the song switches to slow, we move closer together. I let my breasts press into his chest and I tilt my head up. He gets the message and leans down to kiss me. His hands slide down my body to my ass, pulling me against him. I can feel him, hard against me...so nice. It's been a while and my horns are definitely showing. I press back as we sway, my own hands on his very nice ass.
We all dance/break/dance/break for about another hour. I've forced some water down Ann, which the boys have mirrored, but she's had a few more drinks supplied by Rob & Mark. I can tell she's well on her way to wasted, if not completely there. I really, REALLY don't want this night to end though. Time to think of an exit strategy...
"I have a suggestion, everyone." I say. "I just bought a new place. It needs a good party to break it in...how about we head there?"
Obviously, everyone is in. I whip out my phone and call up a Lyft. In less than 5 minutes a van pulls up, the pink Lyft sign on the dash. Ann and Mark dive into the far back seat while Rob and I take the middle row. The door closes and we're all in darkness. It's not a far drive to my house, and a good thing, too! From the moment the Lyft started moving, Rob was on me. Not "Oh crap, Octopus Man!" on me... just very close, arms around me, and looking to continue our kiss 'n grope. And I was right there with him, my tongue in his mouth before he could blink. Our kisses were now aggressive, my hands kneading muscles of his back and into the hair at the nape of his neck. He mirrors my actions, thick fingers caressing my skull. So nice. From the sound of it, Ann and Mark are in a similar situation.
The Lyft stopped outside my house. It took us all a minute and 1 good "ahem!" from the driver. That was the first noise the guy had made... he was going to get a good tip! We all piled out and headed up the walk to the house. It's nothing big, nothing fancy, but it's all mine. 2 bedrooms, a good kitchen, and plenty of yard for me to garden in. Not that you could see it in the dark, but I was very proud of my first home.
The front door entered into a living room with an overstuffed chair and couch facing a TV. The kitchen exited off to the right, and the 2 bedrooms and bath were down a hall to the left. I turned to welcome my guests... and became aware Mark was practically holding Ann up. Concerned, I gathered up my girl and helped her to the spare bedroom. Mark and Rob trailed behind, not sure what was going on or what to do. I sat Ann on the bed, where she looked back at me blearily.
"I'm so wasted..." she slurred. The booze had finally caught up with her, it seems. "Just wanna lay down for a minute..."
"Mark, would you go to the kitchen and get me a glass of water?" I asked. I pulled Ann's shoes off, and helped her lay down on the bed, covering her with a blanket. Her eyes closed almost immediately, but I made her stay awake long enough to drink the water when Mark brought it. Mark and Rob left the room as I got her settled. Leaving the nightstand light on and the door cracked, I left her in bed, already breathing deeply.
I found the boys sitting in the living room. Mark has claimed the overstuffed chair while Rob sat on one side of the couch. Flopping down on the couch, I let out a deep sigh.
"Sorry about that guys," I said. "I was trying to keep tabs on her but I guess she let the night get away from her."
"No big," said Rob. Mark didn't look as if he agreed, especially when Rob leaned in to pick up where he left off. "I'm sure she'll be out shortly!" I managed to say before Rob's lips found mine. And then I stopped worrying about Mark. As weird as it was to be making out in front of him, Rob has me way too worked up to really care overly much. He pushes me back into the couch, his arm snaking around my back to pulls me close.
Our lips met again, just as hungry as they'd been before. The kind of kissing you can lose days, weeks, and your sense of self in. I move my hands around to his back again, sliding down towards his belt. I really want to grab his ass again but I just can't get the angle. Rob's hungry hands have more freedom. The hand behind my back hold me in place as his other caresses my face, sliding along my jawbone and down my neck. Where his kiss is hard, his finger tips are whisper light. So nice. His hand traces down my shoulder, down my bare arm, tickling the hairs there and giving me goose flesh.
When his hand hits my thigh, it's time to make a move. I sit up, moving him back a little, freeing my hands. I want to feel his chest under my hands. It's like opening a present, the first time you unbutton a man's shirt. Will there be hair or will he be smooth? Will he have nipples you can play and suck on or not? (I have a weakness for a man's nipples...I hope, I hope, I hope he's a show-er) What about muscles and skin? Firm or not? Oh, Merry Christmas to me!
