Callie and I had just survived several hours or exertion trying to set some type of record for two people having sex for the first time. Her last orgasm had been loud and wet, courtesy of her friend Rebecca who had spent the last five minutes nibbling the blonde's snatch while fingering Callie's tight ass. For my part, Callie's powerful stream of girl juice spurting into Rebecca's face had spurred my own mind blowing orgasm aided only by Callie's hand and the three of us were now covered in sweat and genital secretions.
I offered the girls something to drink, and they both laughed. The absurdity of offering someone a drink when they've just been hit with a faceful of cum was not lost on either of them, but I got up to walk across the room to my small refrigerator anyway. I opened a Coke, and turned to see them watching me while considering their next move. Standing by the open door, I paused and let the cool air waft across my exhausted, overheated body. They both looked at each other and Callie whispered something causing 'Becca to giggle. I'd never considered her to be the type to laugh; she'd always come off as humorless and stern. I asked what was so funny, and Callie said, "we were just making a comment about how you look standing there naked." I initially took this to mean that I, like most guys, looked quite gangly when naked and I looked down to assess what my body's faults might have been. My frown must have let her know what I was thinking, because Rebecca stood up and walked towards me, "Don't be silly; there's nothing wrong with you. We just were commenting on the fact that you'd make a great sundial." On her way past me, she gave my hardening cock a squeeze, and then continued on to the bathroom.
"It's good to be the president!" I thought. Nobody else in the fraternity had a private bathroom in their room and right now I was happy to be that guy. A lady trying to find a clean stall in which to do her business this late at night after a party was going to be disgusted to the point of leaving. Woe to the guy who thought his girl was coming back to bed after she spent ten minutes hovering above a dirty toilet seat only to find that their was no toilet paper as well. Rebecca walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink's hot water which I initially assumed was to cover the sound of her peeing. I grabbed a bottle of water from the door of the refrigerator and walked to where Callie was reclining against a pile of pillows and handed her the beverage. Turning back to the light of the bathroom, I was startled to see Rebecca sitting on the toilet doing her business.
"What's the matter?" she said, "Haven't you ever seen a girl pee before?"
"Honestly, no. I'm just surprised that you are running the water to cover the noise but leave the door open so I can see you piss."
"First of all, stud, the water is warming up so I can soak a wash cloth and clean us all up. And as for you watching, I don't mind. Come over here and you can might learn something about a girl's plumbing." As she said this, she leaned back so I could see the junction of her legs and the little stream of yellow liquid that dribbled from it. Her jutting tits and tight stomach looked sexy as hell and until my cock hardened further, I didn't know that I would be turned on by seeing a girl urinate. She finished and grabbed a little patch of toilet paper and offered it to me. "'Wanna wipe me?" I couldn't tell whether she was teasing or not, but before I could answer, Callie called out in a low whisper, "Just finish up already. It is your turn, you know. I thought you were horny."
Rebecca laughed quietly and wiped herself. Standing up, she flushed the toilet and moved to the sink. She grabbed a fresh wash cloth from the rack and soaked it with the warm water. I stood and watched, staring at her great ass as she slightly bent to wet the rag in the sink. When she finally turned to head back towards the bed, I was already sitting next to her friend waiting to see how this would play out. The light went out in the bathroom and soon her petite form was silhouetted by the small night light in the corner of the room. She moved to us with a towel in one hand and the wet cloth in the other.
"Callie, you look sticky. Would you like me to clean you up some?"
Callie whispered, "Why don't you clean us both up? Do a good job, but don't mess around. You're going to cum next, so let's not waste time. Dave hasn't had a chance at you yet and I know I'd like to get a few licks in too." Whatever I'd done to deserve this treatment must have been good. I mentally promised myself to find out what it was and do it more if this was going to be the reward. Callie flashed me a look that told me she wasn't sure about whatever my "chance" meant.
Rebecca gently wiped the combined sweat and cum from Callie's breasts and stomach, worked the rag up and down the length of her crotch, and then moved to me. She gave my neck, torso, and legs a quick rub, moving tentatively around me like she was afraid I might grab her and start in on her before she finished her task. She stood and returned to the bathroom and we heard the water running again. I leaned over and nipped Callie on the ear and stroked a breast. "What's next?" I asked.
Callie smiled and said, "Just watch. You'll know what to do." Rebecca returned with the freshly soaked rag and began to clean my groin area. She scrubbed my pubic hair, cleaned my balls, and then began to carefully remove the sticky stuff from the shaft of my cock. Callie watched intently and Rebecca finished up and looked for Callie's approval. "Good job, Sugar. Now spread out that towel and lie down so we can get a look at you." We moved out of her way while she made the preparations. She was going to get some much deserved attention and she knew it. It was a pleasure watching her move. She seemed to always be conscious of how a certain position or angle would make her look and she went about her task gracefully. The large, white beach towel was spread out over the bed and she moved to lie down on it.
Callie and I stood back and watched like diners waiting for the buffet to be restocked. That is if the diners are naked and one of them is standing behind the other with his hard on poking her in one of her asscheeks. The petite brunette was a study in contrasts to Callie. Where Callie was tall and blond-nearly as tall as my five feet and eleven inches, Rebecca was short and had black hair. Callie's hair was slightly curly, reaching to just above her shoulders and 'Becca's was straight and hung halfway down her back. Callie was curvy, with padding at her hips and breasts, and her shorter friend was lithe like a runner, but with bigger tits. Callie's nipples were light pink, barely discernible compared to the flesh around them and Rebecca's darker colored nipples contrasted sharply with the mounds that they poked from like another set of miniature breasts. Callie wore her sparse makeup tastefully with just enough accents to compliment her naturally beautiful features and 'Becca went without, still enjoying the benefit of her younger age. Callie and Rebecca both had long, elegant fingers but their nail polish was where they differed. Callie wore hers with long manicured French tips while Rebecca kept her blood red nails fairly short.
When the preparation had finished, she looked at Callie as if expecting permission, or maybe a command. I still did not understand the nature of this relationship, and wasn't about to waste time trying to figure it out. Rebecca gestured silently to the bed and Callie climbed back onto it, lying on her back with her head at the foot of it. She looked at Rebecca and motioned for her to join her and Rebecca obediently climbed aboard. She straddled Callie's head and bent forward, blowing her warm breath on the taller girl's pussy. She supported her weight with her left arm while teasingly rubbing around Callie's outer lips. Callie looked up at me from just below Rebecca's crotch and whispered, "She's allowed to get hers, but I decide how. In this position, she sure looks vulnerable, doesn't she?" Then she licked a long finger and unceremoniously slid it from the top of the girl's slit to the tight pussy hole, which she penetrated without any further manipulation. Rebecca cried out in surprise but pushed back towards that finger.
"Don't forget what you're doing, dear." Callie hissed, "I'd like some more attention down there if you please." Rebecca bent back to her ministrations on Callie's hairless cunt and Callie fished around in the younger girl's snatch like she was looking for something. It just didn't seem right to poke and prod at that delicate snatch like it was an old handbag whose folds hid the last pack of cigarettes. While Callie worked at finding the brunette's g-spot, her other hand pulled at the hair growing above the outer lips. I thought she was trying to "comb" it out of her way, but when I looked closer, I realized that she was grabbing small sections of Rebecca's pubic patch and actually pulling at it like she was trying to cause her pain. When this apparently ceased to interest her, she added a second finger to the one that was penetrating her friend and started licking at her clit. Rebecca moaned with her face in Callie's box, but kept at her task.
Callie's lips sucked tightly on the brunette's button and the fingers of her right hand stroked away at the hidden g-spot. Wet noises filled the room, but still I stood and watched with my steely shaft poking out in front of me waiting for the moment when Callie would let me know when to join in. My cock swung and bobbed lewdly as the veins throbbed along its length. I felt like a porn star waiting for the director's cue.
Rebecca's movements were becoming jerkier; she was clearly enjoying the sensations that her older friend was producing in her pussy. Callie closed her legs which forced Rebecca's face from between them. I assumed that this meant that it was time for Rebecca to begin concentrating on her impending orgasm. Callie's fingers slowed their stroking of the spongy tissue inside her friend, but her lips and tongue never let up on the clit.
