She waits patiently, legs crossed, knickers getting wetter by the minute. It had already been two hours since she kissed her boyfriend goodbye. She hovers over her mobile, fingers ready to answer a call or reply to a text. She is wondering how it is going, whether there is any chemistry, how cute the guy is?
Finally there is a noise, not from her mobile, but from the door. Keys jingling, door being unlocked. She sits up straight and adjusts herself, licking her lips in anticipation. She hears laughter, that had to be a good sign. Eventually two heads appear around the door frame. To her delight, they looked alike: dark hair, flicked forward and across one eye, pretty features albeit male, and slim figures. Smiling widely, she greets them both and nervously offers alcoholic drinks. Heading to the kitchen to mix some cocktails, she notices that they are already kissing passionately. She lets out a contented sigh, something she hadn't meant to do but it is as if she is no longer in control of her own body. In fact, had she have not been leaning against the fridge, she would have likely felt her knees buckle underneath her. She feels a little dribble in her knickers and grins to herself, knowing that they had no idea.
Drinks made, she gives one each to the two guys and sits down on the opposing sofa to them, wanting to give them space to be close, alone. Or maybe she just likes the idea of playing the voyeur. She is enjoying watching them flirt, observing the flicks of the hair, brushing up close of arms and legs, play poking and pushing. The conversation is flowing, so is the alcohol. Competitive video gaming seemed so normal until now, watching it be used as a kinky tool; "If you lose, you can put on women's knickers," "Oh really? Well you will get distracted by it, and then you will lose.....guess what your forfeit will be?!"
Every time she leaves the room, to go to the bathroom or make up a fresh batch of cocktails, they take the opportunity to move flirtations into something more sexual. She often returns having seen a flash of hands gently moving under cover of a throw or faces pressed into each other tightly, tongues darting and bodies hungry for more. She even dares to peak on one return from the kitchen and then show mock surprise upon seeing a hand clasped firmly around a dick. Unsure of who's she has seen, she returns to the other sofa, heart beating like a drum.
The nerves were creeping back...she knew she'd be invited in soon and this was virgin territory. Sure enough, after another mammoth tonguing session, her boyfriend Tom orders her over in his commanding voice, ever the dominant presence in any sexual play they had. She follows his voice obediently and stands over them both excitedly. Tom orders her to kneel down on the floor in front of the sofa and then pushes Jamie's head towards hers, demanding a kiss. This will be Jamie's very first kiss with a girl and he is nervous. He leans forward and she stretches her face to his, still kneeling below him. As they gently touch lips, she naturally brings her body closer to him, causing her breasts to brush his knees, at which point the nerves became arousal and they kiss passionately, tongues probing, hands grabbing hair. Tom leans back, taking it in. He always takes great pleasure in watching his girlfriend kissing one of his paramores, especially when the guy involved is so god damned cute.
The playful games are now over, and forfeits must be handed out. Tom and Jamie disappear into the bed to pick out suitable clothing for the punishment, whilst she sits back on the sofa, soaking wet and needing more. They return dressed suitably girly, wearing stockinged hold-ups, skirts, knickers bulging with hardness and tight tops.
They continue to play -- video gaming that is -- as if to taunt her, or each other. She can see their bulges, now not hidden under the throw but underneath short gothy skirts and the tiniest of soft panties. Wanting to enjoy them at a closer range, she decides to heckle their games, putting them off, pushing for her to get more involved. Eventually, after much teasing, Tom invites her to their play and she crawls over to them -- on all fours, as instructed -- before standing up in front of the sofa, tights long cast aside, knickers soaking up her wetness. Tom takes Jamie's hand and slips his fingers into her panties. They both glide through effortlessly and take pleasure in her obvious excitement by the events thus far. She sighs deeply and they begin to probe more, sometimes rubbing, sometimes pushing in, moving in synch with one another harder and faster to her inevitable and well rewarded orgasm. Flushed deeply, she finds herself pulled by the hand by Tom to the bedroom. Looking sideways, she can see that his other hand is clasped tightly around Jamie's waist, also dragging him willingly to the bed.
Throwing themselves heavily onto the king size bed, they writhe together in passion, arms and legs closing around each other, wanting more. Three bodies move together in unison, breath on each other's necks, tongues darting across whatever bare flesh comes within close vicinity. Tom takes the lead, as the dominant party, pushing Jamie down onto his back and lying on top of him, moving his hips so their panties are pressing hard together. Their dicks bulging out of the flimsy fabric, wetting the satin and each other, they begin to move together. Jamie is even lifting his bum up slightly to push harder against Tom. It is as if the knickers are aware that the two of them are desperate for the bare flesh as they spring back to expose the hardness of their dicks, and they rub harder, and harder, hips moving faster, as they slip tongues into each others mouths yet again. She is again playing the voyeur but just as she tries to sneak a finger down her own knickers, Tom and Jamie begin to move apart and her boyfriend instructs her to suck them both at the same time. She leans forward and takes both dicks into her mouth, flicking her tongue stud over the tip of each of them, teasing them both and licking up their dribbles readily.
