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The first time I saw John and Robert they were dancing together at a party organised by my great friend Helen. John caught my eye and smiled and I immediately began revising my first impression that they were a gay couple.
Which was absurd. Because only in porn movies does a man simply smiling at a girl mean "Let's fuck!".
Robert started chatting when we subsequently bumped into each other at the bar, and when John joined him it was obvious that they were indeed more than just close friends.
They were both great company -- sharp, witty, cultured. We ended up swapping phone numbers and then started to meet - irregularly, but quite often. I would always seem to be asking their advice about men, and more than once shamelessly used one or other of them as a friendly shoulder to cry on when one of my relationships went sour. We would go to movies together, and go on to one of our favorite restaurants afterwards, to discuss the movie. We would meet for drinks, and more than once went shopping together. In short, the three of us became fast friends.
I was convinced they were gay.
So my erotic dream about the two of them came right out of a clear blue sky. If I was in any way sexually attracted to either of them, it must have been at some subliminal level of which I was totally oblivious.
The dream was strangely coherent. I mean, most of my dreams are like tapestries woven by a crazy person, with a myriad of things happening for no reason whatsoever, all at the same time, and dominated by a welter of overwhelming feelings, of loss, or powerlessness... This dream was wierd, but it unfolded quite logically, and was dominated by just the one feeling: LUST!
I dreamed that the three of us were meditating in a tastefully but sparsely furnished loft. There were splotches of red in the art on the walls that echoed the deep crimson flowers on low tables irregularly placed around the room on the washed pine floor. Yucca plants and indoor palms were tastefully scattered around the room.
I was almost asleep in the lotus position, just behind John and Robert, who were sitting cross-legged next to each other, stripped down to their underwear. We were sitting in front of a huge mirror. John was in front of me to my left, and Robert to my right. Robert looked across at John, and pointed down to his silk boxers, which I saw, with a shock of surprise, were bulging with a huge boner.
John stared lasciviously as Robert smoothed the silk of his boxers either side of his stiff shaft.
I was wearing pink panties and a green tube top. I felt my nipples stiffen as I watched the guys in the mirror.
John reached a hand across to Robert's lap and felt his swollen cock through Robert's boxers. He ran his hand slowly up and down its length. They leaned toward each other to kiss.
Robert's hand was fondling John's rapidly hardening cock now through his under-shorts as John's fingers curled over the helmet of Robert's hard-on, clearly visible through his tautly stretched boxers.
I drew a sharp breath as the two of them made out in front of me - apparently completely unaware of my presence in the room.
John must have heard me though, because he turned, and softly smiled back at me, raising his eyebrows in a kind of invitation. I scooted forward on my yoga mat, until my body was right between them, within easy reach.
I had been admiring the firm contours of their slim pale bodies and now began running my hands over their bare backs, as their fingers ran rhythmically up and down each other's cocks, still sheathed in their underwear.
Then - in one of those segues that can only happen in dreams - their fingers are competing to touch my pussy through my panties, and it is my hands that are caressing their hardened shafts.
We sit there for some time, my clit swelling and hardening and starting to throb under their fingers on my panties, and my fingers pushing against their rock-hard bobbing cocks through their underwear. There's a tension in the air: who will make the first move to get completely naked?
Robert pulls my green tube down to reveal my breasts, and starts to tweak my hardened nipples as John glides his hand down the front of my panties and begins to massage my slippery swollen clit.
I spread my legs, so that I am sitting between them, with one thigh draped over each of theirs. I prise their cocks out of their underwear and start to jerk them both off as their fingers compete to caress my nipples and my aching, aching cunt.
We sit together for some time, me softly pumping a hard cock in each hand as they take turns to tongue-kiss me, and swap their hands between my swollen clit and my rock-hard nipples.
I watch the tableau in the mirror. It's as if this is happening to someone else. Who IS that brunette in the mirror, casually tossing off two gorgeous young men, whose hands and mouths are competing to turn her on?
I move my mouth down to take the head of John's swollen cock between my lips. Robert moves across to allow John to take the crown of his cock into his mouth. I swirl my tongue over the rim of John's cock, savoring the familiar salty tang of a man's swollen manhood, and look along the length of his torso to watch Robert's cock start swinging in and out of his mouth.
