TUESDAY
Brittany and I had the house all to ourselves, with Mr. Randall in his office and Amber, realizing that she'll have to bump into Britt if she stays home, decided to spend the day shopping. Even though both of them promised Mr. Randall that they will give their best to get to know each other, Britt made clear she had no intentions of getting closer to Amber, and Amber avoided any kind of confrontation that could cost her her marriage to Mr. Randall. She obviously hit the jackpot and was aware of it, and she was sly enough to know her way around the problems that might come her way.
We decided to sunbathe and relax today. We didn't talk about our plans for that night, but it had to come up at one point since it was on my mind throughout the day, and surely it was the same with Britt. As we laid each on our own lounge chair I sneaked a peek at her every now and then, thinking about what tonight would be like. She was slimmer than me but still toned, with long legs and a nice, full ass. Her bikini top was untied and scrunched on her boobs, just so to cover her nipples, so to avoid tan lines. She laid her forearm over her eyes, covering them from the sun. I wondered what it would be like, having sex with my best friend.
Almost as if she knew what I was thinking, she peered with one eye over to me. "Hey," she said. "What are you thinking about?"
I took a moment and said, "Well, you know..."
She laughed, "Don't worry about tonight. It's gonna be fun. I mean you had threesomes before, right?"
Fuck. No, I hadn't. Britt realized that from the lack of an answer. "What? Lilly, really?" she pressed her bikini top against her breasts, so it wouldn't fall down as she sat up. "I had no idea! You are always so open towards everything, so I just thought..."
"Yeah, well you know, it just never came up."
She looked at me with a concerned expression. "But you know you don't have to, you know?"
I started laughing, "Of course I know, Britt. It's not like you pressured me. I think it's gonna be really fun. Besides, you get to pop my threesome cherry," I winked at her.
"Well it will be my pleasure!" She was upbeat immediately and laid back on the lounge chair. "Brad and I did it so many times, I'm not even sure with how many people. Girls mostly, since Brad would get kind of awkward when there's another guy. To be completely honest," she giggled, "Brad isn't the sharpest. He loves when there are two girls, then he feels special. When there's another guy, he gets competitive and pouty."
"And with girls?"
"Then he's great. He likes attention, but he also likes pleasuring. One time there was this really shy girl with us, I don't even know how that came to be, but we realized we'd have to be more attentive, so it was all around her that evening. He didn't mind at all, we ate her out, kissed her all over, and after a few times, Lilly, she turned out to be such a little slut in bed! Or anywhere else where it would go down."
I laughed. I had no idea Britt had such a big sexual past.
"But one other time," she continued, "there was this guy with us, and he was very attractive and very confident. He was so assertive, and he started fucking me from behind while I sucked Brad's cock. But this guy was so good that I couldn't even suck Brad, I came twice almost immediately and I guess Brad felt left aside, he didn't even try to get in the mix."
Britt was talking so nonchalantly, and I felt my blood rushing through my body and my pussy swelling, imagining her all tired from some guy slamming it to her hard from behind, not stopping until she couldn't take anymore.
"So this guy leaves after sex, and Brad is next to me, pouting and not wanting to look at me. So I had to be like, baby, I came so hard thinking about you watching me getting fucked from behind... It took a little convincing, but he bought it, 'cause his dick sprung up immediately," she laughed.
"But the most stupid thing we did..." she shook her head with disbelief, "was having sex with a professor."
"What?! You never told me that!"
"Yeah. We were almost done with high school 18 and crazy with hormones, and she was our science professor. She was so sexy, a real milf type, in her forties. She had long brown hair and big boobs and was quite strict. Brad once told me that out of all of the girls in school, he'd love to fuck her the most, and we started talking about it more and more. We saw it as kind of a way to say goodbye to high school."
"Going out with a bang?" I couldn't help but ask. Britt laughed.
"Exactly. So the opportunity finally came at the office party at my dad's firm - they just closed a huge account and Brad went as my date. And we couldn't believe our eyes when we saw Mrs. Simmons there! It turned out her husband works there. She was in a tight dress and Brad and I knew we had to do it that night. So we came up with a plan. We went up to her to say hi, and I pretended to accidentally spill my soda on her dress, so I could ask my dad to go to his private bathroom to clean it up."
Brittany was laughing and giggling through the story. "Brad and I escorted her there and as I was cleaning it up, I grazed over her breast a few times, just to see how far I could take it. Well very far, it turned out, as she wasn't stopping me. She locked eyes with me as I didn't even think at that point, I dropped the paper and grabbed her breast, massaging it. Without saying a thing, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to kneel in front of her. She then pulled her dress up and raised her knee on the sink that we were standing next to.
"She had this skimpy thong on and pulled it aside with her fingers while gently pulling my head closer with her other hand. I went at it like crazy and she moaned a little, before looking at Brad. He was standing by the door, and couldn't believe his eyes. "What are you looking at, Wilkins?" she said. "You always had a big mouth, come here and help Miss Randall." Brad walked over next to me, and she said, "No no, Miss Randall is doing very well in the front, I want you kneeling behind me."
"And the funny thing is, Brad always wanted to do that to me, but I never let him - so to have Mrs. Simmons order it to him, well he might have just as well died and gone to heaven. When he got his tongue in her ass, that's when she really started moaning and grinding against our faces, and as she got hotter, she ordered Brad to fuck her. He jumped to his feet and pulled his pants down with his underwear and after a few slow pushes into her, he went at it fast and hard.
"He grabbed her dress and pulled it up to take it off, since her boobs were what we usually fantasized about, and she had no complaints. I lapped my tongue fast against her clit, sucking it from time to time, and with heavy moaning, she came hard, but Brad wasn't nearly done, so he just continued thrusting and I got up and pretty much ravaged her tits, sucking and biting. They were just so big and... mmmm... I can't even describe them."
A flashback of me sucking Amber's boobs went through my mind.
"Brad then came in her butt and I think that was the best fuck of his life. She then told us that she hopes that it was everything we've hoped for," Britt laughed. "She just couldn't be fazed. We then left her to refresh herself, and after that, she just returned to the party as if nothing ever happened."
Both of us got lost in our thoughts. I was curious how tonight is going to go, but neither of us spoke any more of it and we spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and sunbathing.
The sun started going down, so we went to our rooms to shower and get ready. I picked the nicest lingerie I had, even though I knew I wouldn't be in it for a long time, but it was a nice way to boost my confidence. At 8 PM I went down to the foyer, where Britt was already waiting. We got in the car and the chauffeur drove us to a part of town full of modern skyscrapers and dropped us in front of one of them.
"I'll call when we need to be picked up!" Britt said to the chauffeur on her way out.
She took my hand and we went into the building, where Britt got warmly greeted by the doorman and we got into the elevator. Britt pressed the button that took us to the penthouse.
"What does Brad do?" I asked.
Britt started laughing. "Brad? Absolutely nothing. But his dad is a huge CEO and his mother is a designer, and he is the only son. So he is covered."
The ride was long, and when the elevator doors opened, there was the most unbelievable apartment in front of me. Everything was sleek and modern, and through the huge glass door that led to the balcony, I could see the whole city. Brittany and I entered and I looked around in awe.
"You're here!" Brad greeted us. He went to Brittany and gave her a deep kiss while pressing her to him. He then turned to me.
"Hi, Lilly," he said and approached me. He took my head gently with his hands and kissed me, almost coyly at first, but as I pressed my body against him, the kiss deepened and his hands were low on my back. I almost giggled, thinking how I was scared how we were going to hit it off. We obviously won't be having any problems.
He took my hand and then Brittany's and led us into the bedroom. In the middle of it was a huge bed, by which were three buckets filled with ice and in each one a bottle of champagne. The best one possible, I presumed. Two outer walls were glass, top to bottom. I never had sex while overlooking a few million people, I thought.
