Brittany was laying on her back, with her head propped up on a pillow. The blanket had been pulled down to about Brittany's waist, revealing that her t-shirt had risen a little above her belly button. Hannah was laying on her side, using Brittany's shoulder as a pillow. The blanket had been pulled down to about Hannah's knees, revealing that her t-shirt had been removed altogether. My girlfriend's 32B tits were out for all to see. What was more shocking though was that Hannah's left hand was under Brittany's shirt, actively massaging her right boob, while Brittany's left hand was under Hannah's panties, actively massaging her ass. If I thought I was turned on before, it was nothing compared to the instant hard-on I got from seeing my girlfriend and her roommate grope each other, and knowing that I was under the blanket with them while-
"Ahhh, that's actually a bit of a relief. It was getting a bit warm under that blanket. Nutella, Dillon?" Brittany smirked at me.
"Right. Nutella." I took a deep breath. I was finding it difficult to concentrate. I scanned my surroundings slowly, until I found the plastic jar, which I proffered to the girls. "I, um, I don't think we grabbed any spoons..."
"That's okay!" Hannah assured me, as she and Brittany removed their hands from each other's clothes and scooted back to sit criss-cross with their backs against the sofa. "We can just scoop it out with our fingers." Hannah took the jar from me and removed the lid.
Brittany immediately reached in with the hand that had been on my thigh and scooped out a dollop of nutella on her index finger, which she promptly popped in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she sucked the nutella off her finger.
Hannah reached in next. "Oh, Dillon, where were you keeping this? It's all warm and melty. It's actually pretty tantalizing, but so messy." She barely got her fingerful into her mouth before any dropped on the floor.
The girls took turns scooping out the sweet treat, one finger at a time, as I watched dumbfounded by the eroticism on display in front of me. My cock got progressively harder every time Brittany sucked on her finger.
"Want some?" Brittany held out her nutella'd finger to me. I nodded and started to crawl toward her, but I wasn't fast enough and Brittany stuffed the dollop in her own mouth to avoid any drips on the carpet.
Hannah saw I had stopped mid-crawl, so she scooped some out for me and held her finger out. "Here, babe!" Again, I was too slow, but Hannah actually did let the nutella drip off her finger and onto Brittany's shirt.
"Ugh! My shirt! This is gonna stain!"
"Oh, you'll be fine! It's a dumb shirt anyway. No one's ever even heard of the Ramones." Hannah tried to reassure Brittany, who gave me a look of exasperation we had shared many times before. "Weren't you just complaining about being too warm? Get your tits out, like me!" Hannah gave her chest a shimmy to demonstrate her freedom.
"That's a good idea! But only if Dillon takes his shirt off too." Brittany looked at me pointedly. I've never removed a shirt so quickly - or maybe I've never removed a shirt so slowly; it's difficult to tell when you're high.
Now, Brittany and Hannah were sitting side-by-side, matching as best friends often do. They each had their hair up in ponytails, Hannah's still blue from the rave, and Brittany's natural red. Their tits were nearly identical, both perky, creamy 32Bs with dark pink nipples. Their only attire was a pair of lacy panties, Hannah's turquoise, and Brittany's pink. I completed the triangle, sitting across from the two in my blue boxer briefs. The movie still played behind me, but none of us were watching anymore.
"Much better," Hannah affirmed. "See, now if I drip nutella on your tits..." She held a finger over Brittany's chest until an entire dollop slipped off. "...there's no staining! Dillon can just lick it off." Hannah looked at me expectantly. Brittany looked at me expectantly. I was the only one who hadn't had any yet tonight, so I moved toward Brittany and scooped the nutella out of her cleavage with my tongue. "See?"
"Brilliant!" Brittany exclaimed with a laugh. "Let me try." Brittany scooped out a large dollop of nutella and deliberately wiped it off on Hannah's nipple.
I was still shaking internally from the ecstasy of running my tongue on Brittany's skin. I could barely taste the sweet treat, as my mind parsed out the essence of my crush, the warmth of her body, the hint of saltiness in the sheen of sweat, the debilitating knowledge that I had been that close to her-
"Dillon? Eh, I guess this one's for me." Brittany said, as she leaned over and sucked Hannah's nipple into her mouth. Hannah moaned and shuddered. Brittany kept sucking long after the hazelnuts had all been consumed, and Hannah's breathing got heavier and heavier. With a popping sound, Brittany released Hannah's nipple and her boob bounced back into place.
I saw a fire in Hannah's eyes as she searched desperately for the jar of nutella. When she found it, she scooped out a large portion and spread it on each of Brittany's nipples. Hannah then grabbed the back of my neck, getting a little leftover nutella behind my ear in the process, and pulled me into Brittany's right nipple while Hannah took the left one for herself. I closed my eyes and the rest of the world disappeared as I sucked on the most perfect nipple to have ever graced my mouth. I flicked my tongue on it, gripped it with my lips, massaged it with my mouth, and nibbled on it softly. Brittany massaged our scalps as we lavished her nipples with affection.
"Okay, okay, as much as I love this, I shouldn't be greedy," I heard Brittany's voice as if it were coming through a tunnel. I was dimly aware of Hannah sitting back on her heels next to me, but I kept suckling on what I now considered "my" nipple until Brittany pushed my forehead away. Brittany then scooped a little more nutella onto her finger and wiped it on Hannah's lips. The two resumed the makeout session I had interrupted earlier, while I watched and idly massaged my dick through my underwear. After a few minutes, they separated, and Hannah pounced on me instead, making out with me as fiercely as she ever had. I was obviously horny and ecstatic to be kissing my girlfriend, but a part of me couldn't stop thinking about Brittany's nipples.
When Hannah came up for air, we all sat back and looked at each other for a minute. It was as if we were all giving each other the opportunity to call it a night, but none of us were budging.
With this mutual, tacit approval, Brittany picked up the plastic jar again. "You know," she started. "I don't know why you're wearing panties." Brittany dipped each of the fingers on her left hand into the jar. "No one's ever even heard of the color turquoise anyway." She wiped each finger on Hannah's leg, starting with the ankle, making her way up to the knee, and then the thigh, finishing by wiping her thumb off on the front of Hannah's panties. "Wouldn't want them to stain."
Hannah and I each seemed to be holding our breath, as Brittany repeated her path up Hannah's leg, but this time with her tongue, cleaning up the trail of breadcrumbs her fingers had left behind. When she finally reached the apex, Brittany gave one wide-tongued sweep to the front of Hannah's panties, and Hannah yelped softly. Brittany smirked, turned to wink at me, and then turned back to her prey. She grabbed each side of Hannah's panties and pulled them all the way off in one motion. She then dove in tongue-first to my girlfriend's pussy, burying her nose in that bright blue bush. I couldn't see what Brittany was doing to Hannah, but I could see Hannah's reaction. This was the first time Hannah had ever been eaten out by a girl, but I knew this wasn't Brittany's first time eating out. Hannah lay flat on her back, with her legs spread wide. She massaged her own tits, periodically pinching her own nipples. My eyes roamed from Hannah's face, to Hannah's tits, to Brittany's face in Hannah's pussy, to Brittany's hanging tits, to Brittany's perfect ass in her tiny lacy panties, and back to Hannah's face. Hannah was tossing her head back and forth, as if the sun were directly in front of her face and getting closer each second. In between large gasps for air, she was repeating, "Oh fuck...oh - fuck....oh FUCK...fuck!...fuck me!...hmmmmmmmm fuck!" She was thrusting her hips into Brittany's face, digging her heels into the carpet to push away from Brittany's face, while also reaching around wildly for something to grab onto and hold herself in place. It was spectacular seeing her body be so indecisive about wanting more pleasure, but also being overwhelmed by pleasure. She finally managed to grip the carpet in each hand, as her orgasm began to crescendo. Her hips thrust upward and didn't come back down. Her abs and her chest followed, until her hips were a foot off the ground and her whole body formed a semicircle with the floor. She lost the ability to even curse, and had instead dissolved into blowing raspberries through her pursed lips. Finally, her orgasm broke through as her lips slackened and her lungs released the rest of their oxygen with a breathy "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Her body crashed back to Earth, and she lay there breathing deeply and staring at a fixed point in the ceiling for several moments.
Brittany sat up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "Damn. Hannah, I don't know how to say this. But to quote Chris Traeger, you have LIT-rally, the tastiest pussy I've ever eaten."
We all laughed, as Brittany briefly broke the tension in the room. "I don't think I remember that episode of Parks n Rec..." I said.
"You! Eagle 2!" Brittany pointed at me. "Get that cock out."
I was nervous, but excited after watching Brittany in action. If she sucks dick half as well as she eats pussy, I'd better sit down for this. I shucked off my boxer briefs and took a seat on the floor with my back against the sofa. My cock was perfectly perpendicular to the floor and as hard as it had ever been in my life. Hannah still hadn't moved from where she lay.
