It had been a couple months since Rich and I had first started meeting. By now we had our ritualistic Saturday nights down to art. We would meet up just before the movie store would close and pick out a movie to watch, and continue back to my house. We would watch the movie and proceed to have sex. As time went on, I found that I needed less and less lube and the initial entry no longer hurt as bad. I also noticed that Rich was starting to cum more than before, which he explained was the result of him jacking off little or not at all anymore. Sadly, I also discovered that I had not conquered a foot-long mythical cock, but a simple eleven and a half incher.
After our first couple of encounters, Rich started to just spend the night at my house to ensure we were able to take as much time as we wanted. I had promised myself that I wouldn't get to be friends with Rich, but I had failed. We began to talk when he was over, and I learned a lot about him. He told me how he lived with his father and stepmother; both of whom he loved, and had never lived with his real mother. I learned that he had lived a quite sheltered life with his fairly wealthy parents. He also explained to me that he was not in fact gay, but bisexual. Of course, nobody would believe him when he explained because he happened to be caught with a guy first. This revelation stuck in my mind for quite some time.
The good news was that nobody noticed anything different about me, almost. My girlfriend, Courtney, had mentioned one night that I didn't seem to be as horny and wanting to have sex as often, but when we did sleep together, it seemed better. The two seemed to balance out and explain each other. The truth was that lately I had been imagining what it would be like if Rich were to join in with me and Courtney, and it seemed to make sex even hotter, not that I needed to imagine anything when I was with Courtney. We had met during our sophomore year, when she had been somewhat nerdy. She had been a bony little thing, but I always thought she was cute. We started dating that year and had been together since then. It was not until our senior year that we started sleeping together, and that was because I couldn't help it any longer. Over the last couple years, Courtney had filled out very nicely. Her cute face and become fuller and less bony. She had gotten beautiful curves around her still thin belly and slightly wider hips. Her small B cups and filled out to good sized D's, and she had a round, firm ass that no amount of surgery our working out could ever create. She had gone from being the nerdy little girl to the object of every guy's lust, and I had her.
I occasionally had brought up the idea of a threesome with her, and she seemed kind of interested. Courtney had always been willing to experiment with different things, just another thing I loved about her. I decided that Christmas break would be the perfect time to put my plan into action. I knew that over the weekend my parents would be visiting family across the country, something I was not fond of and was allowed to stay home for. I talked to Rich and he agreed without hesitating. I figured it might take a little more effort to get Courtney in on the plan, so I decided to wait until that night and put her on the spot. I just told her she could come over and spend the weekend with me. She agreed.
The weekend finally arrived and we spent a nice relaxing afternoon together. That evening we had dinner and proceeded to the basement for a movie. As we watched the movie, all I could think about was what I knew would happen tonight. We began to make out and were all over each other, and stripped each other down to our underwear. Just as I pulled off Courtney's bra and began to rub those amazing tits, I heard the door open to the basement. I looked at the clock, ten o'clock, right on time. Courtney quickly covered herself with a blanket when she saw Rich, then looked at me. I spent the next few minutes explaining the events of the past few months. She put her face in her hands for a minute, I looked at Rich and he looked as anxious as I felt. As Courtney looked up from her hands, Rich and I held our breath.
